Mason stretched and yawned. He felt refreshed and ready to hit the road. It was still a long way to Phoenix, and he needed to fill the gas tank. He looked over at Christine who was still sleeping, and mumbling something as if she were having a bad dream, her eyebrows knitted together. Mason touched her face and immediately her eyes snapped open, looking wild and confused.“Bad dream, Darlin’?” he smirked at her.“More like a waking nightmare.” She pulled her face away. “I need the bathroom. Now.”Mason took the keys out of his pocket and took his time unlocking the cuffs while Christine glared at him. He pulled her up from the bed and walked her to the bathroom while keeping her in a vice grip.“Really, Mason? I need some privacy. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” Christine tried to pull out of his grip but his fingers bit into her flesh, making her cringe.“Leave the door open. You know what will happen if you don’t.” He pushed her into the small bathroom. There was only a tiny wi
Chase drove through blinding snow, hands tight around the steering. Alexander and Raven were still asleep, and he was loathed to wake them. He hated driving in these conditions but if it meant getting to Phoenix before Mason, he would drive through hell. “Just be safe, Sweetheart. I pray he doesn’t hurt you.” Chase talked to Christine in his head, seeing her lovely face which he’s missed so much. He longed to have her in his arms, if only for a while. God, what he would give to be with her. Whatever happened after he had her safely in his arms, didn’t matter in the least. They would deal with it together. He was never letting her go ever again. Engrossed in his own thoughts Chase didn’t notice the dark shape in the road before it was too late. “No! Goddammit!” He swerved to avoid hitting the deer and the car slid on the icy road. *** Mason whistled along with the tune on the radio. He had the radio on full volume, but still he heard Christine banging at the back rest, cursing him.
They left at the break of dawn. Mason shoved Christine into the passenger seat. She didn’t resist even when he cuffed her hand to the seat.“I feel sick. You have to take me to a doctor.” Christine’s face was glowing with fever, but she was shivering uncontrollably.Mason turned up the heat of the climate control.“You’ll be fine. We’ll be home before sunset.” he said, keeping his eyes on the slippery road.Christine rested her forehead against the window and closed her eyes. Home. The way he said it made her skin crawl. But she stayed silent, feeling too exhausted and feverish to argue.Mason watched the girl out of the corner of his eye and grinned to himself. Knowing Chase as he did, he knew he would be coming for him, knew where he, Mason, would go. If only he hadn’t taken Amanda away for him, they could still have been friends or something like that. Although Chase would always be an entitled shit, his father’s golden boy who thought the sun set and rose with him.Mason scoffed.
“Not long now, Darlin’. Just a few hours before we arrive. You’ll see it’s a lovely, quiet place on the outskirts of town. No pesky neighbor around for a few miles.” No one that would hear her screams.Christine stayed silent, her head and body hurt, and she needed to conserve her energy to at least try and get away from Mason. She told herself she wouldn’t give up.He nudged her shoulder while steering with one hand. “Are you with me, Christine? You’re so quiet.”“Leave me alone.” She croaked out the words, her throat felt scratchy and raw.“Ah! There you are. Cranky as ever.” Mason chuckled. “Thought I’d lost you there for a moment.”“I’d be so lucky.” Christine mumbled.As Mason turned a corner, he let out a string of expletives. Christine straightened in her seat to see what had happened. There was a traffic roadblock.Mason slowed down. He glared over at Christine, reaching for his jacket he threw it over her lap, hiding her cuffed hand in the process.“I swear to God, if you so
Christine picked at the food Mason made, although her stomach growled from hunger, she hated the thought of accepting anything from him.“Don’t waste food. That is one thing I can’t stand.” Mason pointed his knife at her. “You’ve never gone hungry, have you? I bet your parents made your life as comfortable as possible.”Christine didn’t answer. She wasn’t about to trade stories with him about her childhood. When she didn’t answer he scoffed and ate his dinner with relish. Being in this house brought back a lot of memories, some of them downright frightening, he thought.Hiding from his father in the darkest corner of the living room while he beat the living shit out of his mother was only one of the old memories that came flooding back. It was a regular occurrence as his father drank and the slightest thing would upset him.It wasn’t only his mother that bore the brunt of the man’s rage. “You are no son of mine!” was regularly thrown at him. “Your mother’s a filthy whore. I bet she do
“Why can’t you just fucking die?” Mason screamed at Chase, waving the gun about. “How the hell did you even manage to escape the bomb on the plane?”The plane crash! Anger welled up deep in Chase’s abdomen, anger so raw and overpowering it blunted the pain in his shoulder. Flashes of the dead bodies, the girl he buried on the island, the suffering they went through at the hands of the pirates, it all came rushing back to him. Mason was responsible for all of it.“You… It was you.” Chase growled out.“Yes, shocking, isn’t it.” Mason chuckled, “And you survived. Do you have any idea what it felt like seeing your face every day and knowing you killed Amanda? Did you know she was pregnant?” He wiped some spittle from his lips, his pupils dilated. He waved the firearm about like a madman. “That’s why I took Christine. You owe me a life.”Two shots fired. There would be four left in the chamber. He waited for Mason to come closer.Chase suppressed a groan. He was not going to give Mason the
“Where the hell are you?” Erica Ward was going out of her mind. “What do you mean you’ve been detained?” She spoke to Raven who called her from the police station in Phoenix. “Please, Ma. I need you to stay calm. Dad and Chase are in the hospital. Christine as well, but she’s okay.” Raven breathed deeply. His mother wasn’t easily upset, but this news would surely undo her. “What! Speak sense, boy? Hospital? What happened? You disappeared four days ago without telling me anything. And now you tell me your father is in hospital?” Erica yelled into the cellphone. The twins rushed into her bedroom to see what was upsetting their mother. “Is it Dad?” Nathan asked. “Is he dead?” Ethan went to his mother to put his hand on her arm. “Are you alright, Ma?” Erica turned a pale face to her sons. “Pack some clothes. We’re leaving for Phoenix.” *** Christine gave her statement to the two detectives who came to see her in the hospital. “We’ll be in touch with you, Ms. Morrison.” Detective
Christmas was unlike any other the Ward family had celebrated. In fact, it was the most dismal day, they all agreed. There was no exchanging of gifts that year, no shouting Merry Christmas or kissing under the mistletoe for them.While other guests enjoyed the festivities at the hotel they were staying at, indulging in the lavish food and drink, laughing and chatting, as Christmas music played in the background, the five of them congregated in Christine’s room. Alexander and Chase were being transported back to New York.“I’m afraid the media is going to be all over this. We won’t have a moment’s peace. You’ll have to be ready for it.” Erica sighed. She held Christine’s cold hands in hers. As if they haven’t been through enough already, but the press didn’t care. It was sensation they craved, like vampires craved blood.“I’ve seen the news on the television.” Raven turned away from the window where he watched the road below. “At least they haven’t sniffed us out yet.”“Will Dad and C