Page 48 of Fractured Chances


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I freeze and the only two people in the room are him and me. He came. My heart presses start again and begin beating in hope over the fact that he’s come to help me or save me, hopefully not fucking stop me because well, he’s too late for that one. “Mikh…” I start but swallow the need to find out what he’s doing here. “Well, you found me,” I say, instead, hurrying to walk past him.

“Yeah, come on. We’ve got to get out of here,” he says.

“You can get out of here, I’ve got some kids to save,” I say.

“I know. And I’m here to help you do that but we need to move fast before the authorities get here. Looks like you’ve been here long enough,” he says.

And I pause, unable to stop myself from smiling at his little jab. I want to have him help me but I know he’s not equipped to handle this, not mentally. None of them are. I’ve made up my mind. I’m not involving them this time. Besides, I don’t need the baggage. As he’s pointed out, I don’t have time to waste.

“Go home Mikhail,” I tell him, walking away from him to look through this place to figure out where the hell the rest of the kids that fucking bitch was referring to are. I have no clue how I’m going to take them out of here with me. I’ve already got two kids in the car. The max I can add to the car now with me in it is probably four or five if three of them squeeze into the back with the other two and two more squeezes up front in the passenger’s seat.

If there’s more, I’m fucked but I can’t leave them here. Not for the authorities to find. No fucking way. Then there’s the other kids on the fucking freight train. I’ve got to figure out where the hell to put them if I need to. But I’ll figure it out as I go along. That’s what’s on my fucking mind at the moment. I don’t have time for Mikhail and trying to nurse his feelings or mine right now.

“No chance,” he says. I roll my eyes.

“Why’s that?” I say in a monotone as I try to figure out where I haven’t gone yet. I think I went throughout this entire building, didn’t I? I didn’t see any kids. Did I? Unless they’ve already cleared the place and have sent all the kids that were here with the others and that bitch was just trying to buy herself time by sending me on a wild goose chase. Stupid bitch. Should’ve been smarter. If she was, she wouldn’t be assisting this fucking perverted psychopath with selling fucking kids. If she was, I wouldn’t have killed her.

“Because now, I’m going down with you, J. My shoe prints and fingerprints are all over the fucking place,” he says.

This gets my attention now and I spin around, terrified for him. “You shouldn’t have fucking come! What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“What do you mean I shouldn’t have fucking come?! What was I gonna do, see that you went fucking psycho on your dad and just sit at home thanking my lucky stars that at least I wasn’t there?” He gives me an incredulous look with scrunched brows and a flair of the lip.

“If you had any fucking sense, then yeah! That’s what you should’ve done!” I respond.

“Well I’m a dumb fucking idiot then because there was a tough chance of that happening,” he says.

“Yeah, you are a dumb fucking idiot,” I say. “Come on, get your fucking ass out of here.” I start making my way out of the place. “You can, I don’t know, burn your shit or something.” I fling my arms out in a desperate attempt to address my thoughts which are fucking scrambled eggs right now.

He stops me and spins me around by my shoulders. We both start slipping together in the smeared blood all over the place, holding on to each other to keep from falling. I don’t want to go out there covered in blood. I’m hoping the kids won’t see the back splatter on my clothes but if I’m fucking drenched in blood, that’d be hard to miss. I didn’t let them see what I did to Harry Burns because I didn’t want to traumatize them and I don’t want them to know what I came in here to do although I’m pretty sure they have an idea since I fucking came in here with guns. But they don’t need the details and the graphic images to pair with their idea.

“What? Fuck damn it!” I say in frustration at the possibility of us falling because he justhadto get my fucking attention all to himself.

“Look at me,” he says and I’m trying to look at both him and my unsteady feet.

“What? Fucking hurry up so that we can get the fuck out of here,” I say.

“I’m not running away from this. We’re in this together,” he says.

I can’t let his words give me any more hope for a future with us. I said my goodbyes last night and I meant it. So even as my heart is reaching out its little hands toward his heart for a hug, I pull away. “Well, that’s nice and sweet but can we get the fuck out of here?” I ask him before turning around in caution and making my way toward the exit.

“I’m right behind you,” I hear him say.

As I push open the door, I see Axel’s car spin into the slot in front of the door. My heart drops and here comes hope again, creeping up inside of me, causing an involuntary smile to appear on my lips.

“About fucking time!” I hear Mikhail say as he comes to stand next to me. “Where the fuck were you?!” he shouts.

I don’t have time to risk being seen by anyone who might stop by so I rush toward my car and jump in.

“We’ll be right behind you,” I hear Mikhail shout and I turn slightly to see him jumping into Axel’s car.

I find myself doing a quick search of the parking lot for Calder. I can’t help the rising disappointment that assaults me at not seeing him. It makes me realize that I did kind of want them to show up and the fact that Calder is not here hurts.

As I sit in my car, I look in my backseat to see the kids asleep. I had left the car running so I could leave the AC on so they wouldn’t burn up in the fucking car and I told them to lock themselves in and not open the car for anyone. I start my engine but before pulling off, I check my phone to see if Calder at least tried to contact me. My heart leaps at the sight of his name. He texted me to tell me about the hospital. Okay, I’m glad about that but where the hell is he?

Chapter 33

Axel

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