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“We get the money and head to where this phone is tracking their location.”
When he piped up, I shot him a look. I wasn’t in the mood to argue. And I was done trying to figure this all out.
I was fucking getting my girls back.
This ended today. I wouldn’t live in fear, and neither would Becky. This was the one thing I could do for her.
Becky
Kate slammed the door shut, making Mary and me jump when she returned from her smoke.
“I texted them a location. Let’s go.”
I stood and couldn’t breathe for a second as anxiety spiked within me. “Mary, go to the bathroom.”
She widened her eyes, about to speak, until I winked at her.
“Come on. You can go. Or else you’ll go in the car.”
Her eyes wavered until I tipped her chin.
“You wouldn’t want to go in the car, would you?”
“Go, then! If you are going to take a piss, go now,” Kate shot out, making Mary still.
I gave Mary’s hand a squeeze, and reluctantly, she released my hand. I prayed with all my might that she would go through with this, that she would hide like I’d told her to.
The best thing I could do in this situation was get Mary as far away from the threat as possible.
Kate was watching Mary leave with narrowed eyes, and I took this as an opportunity to play fake catch-up.
“Where are you living now?” I couldn’t have cared less, but I needed Kate distracted.
My mother laughed, both a deadly and uncivilized sound. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Not here—that’s for sure. Or anywhere in your surrounding area.” She ran a hand through her oily, mid-length, dyed hair. “So, you don’t have to worry about me coming back.” Her eyes teetered to somewhere behind me, her look going blank. “I’m desperate this time, Becky.”
I’d seen her desperate. If this topped those times, I knew she was in trouble—most likely the six-feet-under kind.
You’d think I’d feel some sort of pity for this woman, but no. All I felt was this utter resentment that had been caused from years of neglect and mental abuse from my childhood. There was no empathy in my emotional jar left for this woman.
“Where are we going now? Where are you going to go after this?” I asked, not really caring but making conversation to stall for time, to get Mary to safety.
“I’m going to have to stay low for a while. A long while.” A flicker of apprehension passed through her features.
I studied her for a moment, her shoulders lax, her mouth downturned, and the lines permanently etched on her face. Did she owe more people? Was her debt more than the ten grand she was asking for? It didn’t matter though. I didn’t believe anything she said. She’d always been full of lies. Watching her pace the room, I knew she’d come back. And each and every time, I’d be her only way out.
The thought only solidified my decision to leave.
A flash of light caused us to peer at the front window behind me. Her face registered shock, and we both rushed toward the front.
We were surrounded.
She turned to face me, and I felt the whoosh of air before I felt the impact of her hand against my cheek.
“You bitch,” she growled. Such betrayal in her tone, as though it were my fault. As though I had called the cops myself.
I held my cheek and greeted her gaze with narrowed eyes. She’d lost. And she knew it.
