Page 53 of Prophet
“Just a few minutes,” he replied. “But you don’t look so good, little one.”
A few minutes we did not have. Crawling over to his chair, I attempted to sit up on my knees and I almost fell over.
“Easy there girl. Take it slow.”
I shivered a bit as he said things that Prophet would say. His voice sounded gruffer and it was pitched differently but he did sound like him. “I don’t feel so good either,” I said as I rose up and paused before using the scalpel to cut the tape on his wrists. “I don’t want to cut you, this is real sharp.”
He let out a breath and seemed to steady himself. “Go ahead, it ain’t like I haven’t been bleeding already.”
I carefully used the sharp instrument lightly and good thing I did, as it cut that tape like it was air.
He then grabbed my wrist gently. “Can you give that to me? I can cut myself out now.”
I let out a shaky laugh and gave it to him. “Yeah, that would be...better.” I then sat back on my knees and hung my head as I just couldn't hold it up any longer. My flight plan was over. I knew it now. Whatever was wrong with me, it had tapped all of my strength.
Suddenly, strong hands grasped my upper arms.
Flinching, I gasped and tried to move away.
“No, no. Calm down, it’s just me.”
I realized I had spaced out again and Prophet’s dad was with me. “S-sorry.”
He sat me up and held me steadily. “How did you get in here? That door stays locked.”
“Keys, I stole,” I answered.
He rose up a bit and looked across the room. “Where did ya get them from?”
‘The doc…” I could only seem to answer in short sentences now.
He went over to grab them. “We are getting the hell outta here.”
“M-metal stairs,” I gasped the words out. “T-to a trash…bin up top.” And that was it, all I had in me was gone. I slumped down and everything went black.
Chapter Seventeen:On My Side
Prophet
The ride was silent and the loser on the seat did not wake or move. What if he never did? I had to believe he would. I had no other choice really. I had no other option than him telling us where she was. I tapped the comm and said, “Talon?”
A minute passed as I still kept my attention focused on the guy.
“Yeah, Prophet?” he answered.
“Did the men look inside all the business near the—”
“Yeah, we went into the Cotton Candy and looked in every fucking corner. Nothing. Then we searched six or seven businesses around that club. Closed or not. No one stopped us either. We figure they had to be within a quarter mile radius. Sorry man.”
“So what else can we do?” I asked.
“We are doing it. An extended search for a half mile around. I got men on every fucking corner throughout downtown. They couldn’t have gone far, we were less than three minutes away when her signal went dead.”
Dead.I clenched my jaw.
“Man,” Talon came over again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“No, I get it.” I understood too well. I lowered my head as I felt defeated all over again. It was overwhelming. If we didn’t find them both and soon, the threat I’d made to them back at the barn would come true. They would have to lock me down. I would be nothing but a miserable, raging madman. Scenery blurred by us but I wasn’t looking at that. I stared at the cut up face of the man that represented the only thread of hope I had left. It was a torn raggedy, thin as hell thread, but it was all I had.
