The Sister Of My Brother
We on our way to the Sheriff in the next town; they owe me a favor; I am hoping they can give me a search warrant for Luke’s town. As we drive away, I look back to see if that asshole leaves town on his way to Jenna, perhaps, but no such luck. For someone that has no common sense at the moment, he is surely keeping her hidden quite well. I will not rest today or tomorrow, or even the next days after that, until I find my wife.
He will slip up, I am going to find her, and when I do, he is going to pay for it; I am not sure how or what, but he will regret the day he ever laid a hand on her.
“Are you okay there, Tyler?” Nathan looks over at me, rather concerned.
“I am going off my goddamn mind.”
“We will find her.”
“I am just scared that we might be too late.”
“He wants her; he won’t hurt her.”
“It’s what else he would do to her that worries me the most.”
“Don’t think like that, man.”
There are a million thoughts running through my head, and none of them are good; they terrify the shit out of me. I will cut every goddamn finger off and feed it to his dogs if he so much as touches her.
After hours of driving, we finally get to the town.
I turn to Nathan, “Just heads up, she is gorgeous but lethal.”
“Is the Sheriff a woman?” he asks, surprised.
“Yes, don’t underestimate her.”
Nathan seems to be a bit nervous about the Sheriff being a woman; I guess he just feels a bit intimidated.
“Hey, Tyler.”
“Howzit going, Brooke.”
She ignores me and immediately turns to look at Nathan, “Who is this handsome guy?”
“The town's bad boy Nathan,” I explain
Brooke looks Nathan up and down, “You can always come to be the bad boy in my town.”
“Brooke focus.”
“How can I focus around him?”
“You can try to pick him up later.”
“Tell me about this thing with Luke?”
“I have never liked the asshole.”
“He has taken Jenna.”
Brooke looks at me in horror, “Your wife, Jenna?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure he took Jenna?”
“I am sure. He has gone psycho.”
“Did someone see him?”
“Sandra saw him in town right before Jenna disappeared.” “That sounds about like him.”
Nathan interrupts us and turns to Brooke, “Let’s guess you two had a thing?”
“Yes,” she admits. “The fucking thing is crazy.”
I can see amusement play around Brooke’s lips. I know this look; she is cooking something up in her head. “Let’s go get the fucker.”
“All I need is a warrant broke.”
“I am coming with,” She insists. “He has done this to too many women before. I want to fry his ass.”
Nathan looks Brooke up and down this time and only but gets a smirk on his face. “Fuck, there is nothing hotter than a badass woman.”
“I will show you what badass is once we have nailed this asshole,” Brooke answers Nathan.
“Oh god,” my body cringes as the awful image runs through my mind. “You two need a room.”
“I don’t need a room if I have a truck, “Brooke reassures me.”
“Fuck,” I chuckle at her. “You are worse than Jenna.”
With that saying her name, my heart drops to the floor again. I really hope my baby is okay. I hate to think in what fucking hole he has her buried away.
The drive back to Luke is absolute torture, not only because I can’t find my wife, but these two have been at it the whole time. I must say, if it were not a situation of real-life or death, I would have found it very amusing.
“So Nathan,” Brooke starts. “Why is a sweet ass like yours in that town of Tyler?”
“Do you find my ass sweet?” Nathan only but smiles at her seductively.
“More like sexy, but I don’t want to go and give you a big head now?”
“Which big head are you referring to?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would prefer more like you show me.”
“Oh my god,” I interrupt them.”You two better shut up.”
We get to the station, and Luke’s car is there; Brooke is the first one to get out. I rush after her cause I know she will rip him apart.
The moment Luke sees her, he snaps at her, “Look what we have here, the bitch living down the road.”
“And we have the same old scum running this one,” she snaps back at him.
“To what do I owe the displeasure?”
Brooke tosses the search warrant in his fucked up face.
“What shit is this?” Luke asks.
“A shitty piece of paper that lets Tyler turn this town upside down.”
“You can’t do this.”
“I can, and I just did. I suggest you stay out our way.”
Then I step in front of Luke and stare him straight in the face, “And pray for your fucking ass when I find her here.”
In walks Sarah, Brooke’s face immediately turns from serious to fun. She has her claws out.
“Look,” Brooke says with absolute disgust on her face. “The whore is here.”
“It takes one to know one, my dear.” Sarah smiles as she stands next to Luke
“I am not your fucking dear; the name is Brooke.”
I remember the name, my fiancé spoke about you quite often enough.”
“Ex-fiancé, my dear. And he saw straight through your fat lying ass.”
“Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”
“Not nearly as goddamn ugly as you.”
I grab Brook by the arm away from Sarah, “Brooke, let’s fucking go.”
Just as we are about to leave, Luke calls after me, “You won’t find her here, Tyler.”
“Believe me; I will.”
With that, we all get into my truck and head off to start searching any abandoned houses and shops. As we drive off, I see him standing in the driveway of the station; he clearly looks shaken up
“Brooke,” Nathan turns to look at her. “What is the deal with you and Sarah.”
“I hate the bitch; she broke both of my brother’s hearts.”
“Is Alex your brother?”
“Yes, unfortunately, the jerk is, and this asshole here as well.”
“Is Tyler your brother?”
“Can’t you see where he gets his good looks from?”
Nathan looks at me surprised and in rather amusement, “Oh my god, Jenna is going to flip.”
I only but smile at him, for I know that he is right, but before then, “Let’s find her first; then she can flip as much as she wants.”
…Jenna POV…
For some reason, they brought me back to where I was before; that woman is still lurking around outside here. Luke told her clearly that she is not allowed to come into the basement or to talk to me even. I feel like I am a toy he is playing with; it’s all nice and new now, but when will he start to turn. Surely he can’t keep me down here forever. Is he waiting for me to break and take him back? Does he really think that I will leave my husband for a broken crazy-ass man like him?
I did not do this to him; he could have said no, he could have stopped it before anything happened; I should not have done what I did, but I do not deserve this.
I hear him fiddling with the lock outside the door again.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
This is where I need to make a choice, do I play along, or do I continue to piss him off.
“Hey, Luke.”
He looks at me rather irritated. “Your crazy ass husband and his lapdog and his sister are running around town looking for you.”
“What did you say?”
“Half of your family is ripping my town apart looking for you.”
“Did you say, sister?”
“Oh, don’t tell me you did not know he has a sister.”
He is fucking dead when I get out here.