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“Yes.” Is all I say in response.
I lean over her and open my glove box to grab the tiny bottle and a white cloth and pass them to Rain. Closing the glovebox back up, I lean back up and open my car door. “Let’s go.”
RAIN
Putting the supplies in my pocket, I follow Elijah’s lead and get out of the car. Just like last time, we keep it casual to not arouse any suspicion. He reaches his hand out behind him and I grab a hold, letting him lead us to our point of entry.
“Isn’t it too soon? He isn’t even sleeping yet.” I question, as the thought crosses my mind.
E doesn’t respond. He told me not to question him. But I don't understand why we aren’t waiting.
“Knock on the door. He will see it’s you and open it. I’ll be off to the side. That’s how we will get in.” After he explains the plan, he lets go of my hand and allows me to take the lead. I walk up the pathway leading to the front door. Elijah covers his face further with the baggy hood of his sweater.
Reaching the door, I knock on it once, twice then three times. My eyes skim over to E, who has his body pressed against the house next to the door.
I hear the lock click and the doorknob turn, he is going to open it. The anticipation is exhilarating. It’s going to work.
The door slowly opens, and I can see his eyes peeking through the crack. “Rain, you shouldn’t be here.” He scolds me. I don’t recognize him. Before I can respond, Elijah is already in motion, using his strength to force the door open and the man falls back from the force.
As we enter, the man is scurrying backwards on the ground scared. I follow E inside and close the door behind me.
“No point in running or crawling.” Elijah tells him casually.
The older man, wearing dress pants and a knitted sweater doesn't listen, he continues to move backwards.
Elijah takes four large steps to reach him. Then taking his boot-clad foot, he steps on the man's fingers. A shriek of terror escapes his mouth. I roll my eyes, it can’t hurt that bad.
I grab the supplies from my pocket, opening the cap and pouring the chloroform onto the cloth, and make my way over to the man's face.
“I’ll step on the other one if you don’t stop moving, you stupid fucker.” Elijah snaps at him.
The man listens, and his body trembles. A whimper even leaves his mouth.
I move the damp cloth up to his face and smother him with it over his nose and mouth. I keep it over his face until his body goes limp and he falls backwards on his own.
This was easier than I thought it would be. I expected more of a struggle, oh well.
He had accepted that this was the beginning of his end.
Chapter 20
Rain
After the man, ‘number two’ had passed out, I went and pulled the car around to the back of the house. Elijah dragged him through the dark backyard and with my help, we threw him in the trunk.
We are home now in the garage.
I have never been out here before, it’s incredible. The floor is polished concrete, with drains throughout. The walls are lined with stainless cabinets, countertops and a sink. Bright fluorescent lights hung above us, with a metal chair in the middle of the space. A heavy partition has been pulled shut, closing the rest of the garage off to us, making this area seem like a smaller space within the home.
Once we arrived, we hauled number two out of the trunk where he was still passed out and placed him in the metal chair. His wrists are bound behind his back with a pair of handcuffs, and leather straps are latched around his ankles. I’m sure I could refer to him by his real name rather than number two, but his name doesn’t matter to me. His placement in my father’s cult does. He is number two. He enables him. He participates willingly. He has to fucking go.
“E, do we have to wait for him to wake up?” He is leaning against the countertop in the garage as I walk over to him, standing between his legs. His eyes linger on my face, from my lips to moving slowly up to my nose and then my eyes.
“Open the cabinet behind me. Grab the vegetable peeler hanging on the right side next to the meat tenderizer.”
Standing on my toes, I reach next to him, my body rubs against his. Opening the door I grab the item right where he said it would be. It is stainless, just like everything else in here.
Then he whispers in my ear, “Take the scissors on the trolly next to him, cut his sweater down the middle, all the way so he is exposed. Then use this to wake him up, little bat.”
