Page 67 of Revenge At Raleigh High
Where is she? WHERE THE HELL IS SHE? I barrel down the hallway, checking each room as I go, not finding her, not finding her, not finding her, until…
Cameron’s room. His bedroom door’s wide open.
Inside: destruction.
There are boxes everywhere. Shoe boxes. Their contents—sneakers, postcards, papers, knick knacks, pens, receipts, even more shoes—are strewn all over the bedroom floor. A small table has been toppled over, and a fern type plant lays on the hardwood in the remains of a ceramic pot, clods of dirt scattered all over the place. By the door, the mirror hanging on the wall is cracked, a spider’s web of fractures shooting out from one point in its center, where it looks as if something hit it really,reallyfucking hard.
In the dark, it takes a moment to notice to streaks of blood down the wall.
My body wants me to keep on searching, to keep on charging forward, but there’s nowhere else to go now. The house is empty. Silver isn’t here. Jacob Weaving broke into the house while I wasn’t here, and he took her. That motherfuckertookher. It looks like she put up a fight…
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
What the fuck…
“Where is she?” Cameron storms the bedroom like a whirlwind, fists raised, ready to fight. His rage almost eclipses my own.
“We’re too late.” The words are razor blades, slicing their way up my throat. They eviscerate me from the inside out. Hanging my head, I stand, immobile, as Cameron roars and proceeds to pound his fist into the already broken mirror.
“Where?” he snarls. “Where would he have taken her?”
There is only one place Jacob Weaving would take Silver. The one place he feels most powerful. The place where people worship and adore him. I know exactly where he’s toying with her right now…but there’s no way I’m telling Cameron Parisi that.
“We should split up. I’ll take the Rock. You head out to the Wickman place.”
“The—why? Why the Wickman place?” He rounds on me, eyes narrowed. He doesn’t suspect, though. His eyes are vacant, staring off into a void. He’s too afraid to see the truth: that I’m sending him off on a wild goose chase.
“That’s where he attacked her the first time. The building’s empty. It makes sense that he might take her there, where no one will bother him.”
“Right. Right…” The poor bastard’s in a daze.
“Give me the gun, Cam.”
Fire flares in his eyes. “No. Fucking. Way. The moment I set eyes on that piece of shit, he’s fucking dead,” he growls.
Just as I thought. He’s got no hope of reining in his anger right now. I’m angry, too. Angrier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. But anger and I are well acquainted. We’re the very best of friends. I know how to think around it. Breathe around it. Anger can be burning through me, eating me alive, but I can still take action without letting my blind rage get the better of me.
Cameron’s Silver’s father. He has every right to protect her. More of a right than I do. I’m a selfish son of a bitch, though. May the universe and all of my mother’s Catholic saints have mercy on me, because there’s no way in fucking hell I’m gonna let him risk her life in his madness.
“The gun, Cam,” I demand, holding out my hand.
He looks like he wants to shootmewith it as he resentfully slaps the weapon into my palm. “Fine. If I find him, I’ll just kill him with my bare fucking hands.”
We’re both heading down the stairs and rushing for the door when Zander emerges from the shadows, carrying a small, bundled up, bloody towel in his hands. His usual swagger is gone. His eyes are solemn as he looks down at whatever he has swaddled in his arms. “Uh. We need to stop by a vet, guys. Like right now. I think it might already be too late…”
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SILVER
Drip.
Drip.
DRIP.
Drip.
My head’s pounding.
