by Kat Cameron
There lying on the floor chained to a wall like a fucking dog was none other then Lydia Dobrev. Also known as my fucking mother. I knew she wasn’t dead. She was right under our noses all this time. The room she was in was tiny the size of a small jail cell. The walls were an off white and there were scratch marks all over the walls. There was a bucket and a bed with a plastic tote dresser. That was it. But why would he keep her locked up? Why the fuck would he marry some other woman? Which come to think of it, I haven’t seen her since I had been here which was really fucking strange.
“Mom!” I cried. I bawled like a huge fucking baby.
“Stana! What are you doing here? You need to leave before your father gets a hold of you. Please! You need to go!” She begged but her words fell on deaf ears. I wasn’t going anywhere without her.
“Just be quiet for a minute, please. Let me think and hold you while I think.” I gave her the biggest hug known to humankind. I was pretty sure I might have broken a rib if it wasn’t already from squeezing her so hard. Pulling back, I looked at her. Really looked at her. Her hair was greasy and there were some gray’s coming through that thick straight chocolate brown color. There were dark bags under her pretty blue eyes. Eyes that I saw every time I looked in the mirror. I remember even at seven in the morning she was done up. Seeing her like this broke my heart. It ripped what was left out and shred it to pieces turning me into this cold frozen fucking avalanche that was about to push over the edge of the mountain. That mountain being my sanity.
Standing up it felt like it was an out of body experience as I looked around for any way to get her out of here. There was no way unless I had a key. Or a gun. Which there were plenty behind me that I could shoot the chains with. My aim was on point. I had always been good with a gun. Picking up a shotgun I knew I couldn’t shoot directly at the chain but I could shoot around the wall that was holding the chain to it. I brought the mattress from the dingy little bed she had and put it in front of her to block her from anything just in case.
I prayed to whatever god was listening, aimed, and shot. I heard the beloved sound of the lock falling on the floor and almost screamed. Tugging mom up from the floor I helped her stand. She was so weak that she was barely able to hold herself up. I would fucking get to the bottom of why he kept her here but I had a feeling whatever the reason was, it was going to change my life drastically. Before we left the room, I stocked up with a 9mm Glock, which I stuffed in my waistband. There were a couple knives I stashed in my boots and I had on a pair of brass knuckles I found just hanging around under the knives that I missed before. I really wanted the crossbow but I thought that might have been overkill.
When we got up to the top of the bottom floor stairs I was met with none other than Mr. Touchy as I dubbed him. You know I really didn’t fucking need this right now. I sat mom down on the stairs and looked around. Seeing that there was no one else and the other guard might just be waking up, I had to make this quick. I was small and this guy wasn’t that much bigger than me. This gave me an advantage I didn’t have with anyone else on my father's guard team.
“I really don’t want to hurt you, honey. Just give me your mom and we can pretend this never happened.” Ha, I spluttered out a laugh at that. I sounded insane even to my own ears.
“That will never fucking happen.” As I got the last words out, he tackled me to the floor and tried punching me in the face but I blocked that and kneed him right in his dick. He toppled over like the sack of shit he was.
“I really don’t want to hurt you, honey.” I spat back at him, “But you don’t get to touch women when it is not wanted. No means fucking no.” With that, I took one of the knives out of my boot and stabbed him. He squealed like a pig too.
“Stana. Please no more.” Mom begged me but I had more to do. We trudged up the stairs and I got her into the tub in my bathroom. After she was settled in there, I went to father's office and waited. He would be home any minute. Since I was waiting I called Crow.
“Baby! You have no idea how fucking worried I have been! Please tell me it is over and we can come get you?” He sounded so hopeful I didn’t want to break it to him that I couldn’t leave yet.
“You guys can make your way here but until I give the signal you don’t come through the back gate. He isn’t taken care of but long story short, I found my mom. I love you. See you soon.” I hung up and destroyed the phone. I didn’t want any distractions when it came down to what I had to do.
As I waited for my father, sitting in his desk chair I asked myself if I would regret doing this. I thought about it for a while but the simple answer was no I would not regret this one bit. My father needed to be stopped. The first strike was not believing me about what happened. The second was what he did to Riley. If he could have just been a real father and loved us and let us live she would not be who she was today. Her heart had changed and I didn't think she would be okay for a long while. The third and final strike was him keeping our mother from us. We were girls that needed our mother. She wasn’t there for the most important parts of us growing into women. I needed my mother more than ever when the incident happened, and where did he keep her? Locked up right underneath us. Fuck him and fuck everything he had done. I carved my name on his wall in his office. Whether it was out of boredom while waiting or just my way of releasing all these feelings I was feeling, I didn't know but I waited and waited. When I finally heard him open the door I sat back down and had a knife at the ready for when he walked through that door.
Chapter Sixteen
Crow
When Stana first left I made sure to keep myself busy. It wasn’t often that we let someone else do the work. I set out to Knuckles’ office and asked him to look into the four kids that had to do with Stana getting raped. I wanted all of them found so I could make them regret ever fucking with my woman. Knuckles told me he would find everything he could on them. There had never been murder on my mind except for when it was necessary. I would never forget the amount of sadness on Stana’s face when she was telling me what happened to her that night.
Four days later, I was walking out to the main room. I saw Malia sitting on the couch but the guys were nowhere to be seen. I hadn’t talked to her much these past couple of days with everything going on which probably makes me a shitty uncle but I was going to fix that right now. “Malia. How you holdin’ up honey?”
She huffed a breath and turned to me, “Well I have witnessed some things I didn’t think I would ever see in my life but here we are. I am okay though I guess. Your girlfriend is a strong woman. She told me before she left that I wouldn’t have to worry about my mother and her problems anymore so that is a plus. I actually don’t know what I am going to do now. I came here for help but after meeting everyone it feels like a real family. Honestly, none of us had ever had a real one anyways. I think we might stay here. There isn’t anything holding us back except for my half-sister but she could always come and visit. What do you think about that?”
Shit, I did not expect that. If anything, I thought this experience would send any normal woman running. Although she does have my blood in her so maybe she wasn’t normal at all. “I think that would be an amazing start for getting to know each other. Plus your cousins could always use more spoiling. By the way, how are the guys doing here?”
“They are okay. I don’t think it was a big deal for them to come here since they weren’t really missing anything, to begin with. I mean we went to college but we can do that somewhere else. I would rather have a family that gives a shit rather than people who don’t. To be perfectly honest, I think it would help them since they never really had a family.” She told me and then Knuckles called me into his room. Shit that was fucking quick.
As I was walking to Knuckle’s room I thought about what exactly I was going to do when I got my hands on them. I didn’t usually murder people. We tried to keep away from murdering anyone if it was possible. But for them fucking with Stana, they would pay in blood. I would make sure of
it.
Walking into Knuckles’ room always astounded me with how much technology was in here. “What do ya got for me brother?” I asked.
“Jack, Steve, and Alex are all attending college. They are on break for Christmas right now. There is a Christmas party going on tonight at Lana Stewart’s house. I am thinking we will scope them out and wait for them to leave, then grab them outside. As soon as they get to their cars, we grab 'em and go,” he stated.
“That sounds like a plan but how do we get Lana?” I wondered. There were enough problems we had on our hands so we needed to be smart about this. “She is going to be a little harder to get. We can run surveillance on her and see where she goes. Maybe plan to get her in a few days. Since Christmas break just started they won’t be going back to college anytime soon.” I left the room after he told me he would put Bullet on it.
That night, getting the guys was fucking way easier then it should have been. Alex came out of the party first. He was going out to his car like a bumbling fool. Which meant he would be driving drunk and risking killing himself or an innocent family. That was not okay with me. As we knocked him out, Jack came outside. He started walking down the road which meant he didn’t have a car. That made everything ten times easier. Grinder came out of the woods like a bat out of hell and barreled into him. It was fucking hilarious to see the kid freaking out to the point of pissing himself when he saw the rest of us.
Steve finally came out with a girl on his arm. We had a plan in motion for this scenario. If one of them came out with a girl we had Kelly waiting to let them know what the guys did to Stana. Not one girl would be sane enough to go home with him after that. Our plan worked perfectly since the girl went running back inside. Steve was a little more outspoken than the other two. After Kelly got the girl away he yelled, “Are you fucking kidding me? That little bitch was lying! She was whoring it up for all of us that night!”
I walked up to him and got in his face, “How would you like it Steve, if we had someone have their way with you while you were unwilling? Would you like a cock shoved up your ass while you were knocked the fuck out? How about while you are conscious? That actually sounds like a good plan, don’t it boys?” I chuckled at how much the kid paled. He got a punch to the face and it was lights out for him.
We got back to the clubhouse just in time for Stana’s call that night. Guess these guys would just have to sit and wait because I had a woman to go see. Nobody liked what I had planned but I had to do something. I took myself and Bullet to go scope out the front of the house later that night.
A black car rammed into the side of our car out of nowhere. We didn’t take the bikes because we didn’t want to be noticed pulling up to the place. Well, looks like little Andrei was smart after all. Trying to keep a car on the road was a lot harder then they showed in the movies. I tried as hard as I could but there was no stopping our car from being shoved into a steel fence that surrounded another house. With that came an instant sense of whiplash and back pain. Fucking motherfuckers were going to pay.
“You picked the wrong person to fuck with Crow. I don’t know of this newest probate but I am sure we could find ways to get it out of him. Or you if need be.” The burly looking guy with a nasty scar down his face told me. There was no way either of us were getting out of here but I just prayed Stana would forgive me for this epic fuck up of mine. If she didn’t I would understand because if she went and got herself kidnapped by these fuckers that had dead looks in their eyes, I would find it pretty hard to forgive her too.
We got thrown into the back of a car and I thought it was pretty fucking ironic how we were the ones throwing someone in a trunk not too long ago tonight. “You know she is gonna hate you for this right?” Bullet laughed at me. Thank fuck it was a big trunk because both of us were stuffed back here.
“Yeah well, hopefully I will get to apologize for this. She will understand….eventually. I hope.” I murmured. Honestly, I didn’t really want to face her. I was being a coward and I knew it but I didn’t want to see the look in her eyes of disappointment. I saw that enough when I was younger from my parents.
“You know while we are back here we might as well talk about a few things. So Stana’s sister is something else. Wherever she was it wasn’t good. It is almost like she turns into someone else. It is the weirdest shit I ever saw man.” He confessed. Shit, next he was gonna tell me he was in love with her.
“You gonna say anything man or you just gonna sit there like they duct-taped your mouth shut?” He growled. Man, he sure was touchy about this when he was the one that brought it up.
“What do you want me to tell you man? You want to help her so help her. If not, just leave her be. She obviously has got some shit to work through.” I explained. “Maybe just try and keep yourself alive in there huh? I can see you obviously mean something to her. Stana is a big fan of yours too.” I mentioned.
“Yeah, I know. She told me before she left that she could already see me being patched in.” That was new information. This was also Stana we were talking about. She had one of the biggest hearts out there.
Finally, after what felt like forever, we pulled up to the house. The big guy with the scar came to pull us out since our hands were tied and told both of us to go to the front door. Weird that he was doing all of this alone. Obviously, there was no even thinking about running considering this guy most likely had a gun at the ready to take us out if need be. This house was disgustingly white. It was almost too clean. The red front door stood out like a warning not to enter. We got to the front door and no one answered for about five minutes.
Finally, the door opened and I couldn’t stop the rage as it boiled over. Stana had a cut lip and a black eye. There was also a bandage peeking out of her t-shirt. Her fucking father would pay for that too. “Well, daddy look what the cat dragged in. Isn’t this a nice surprise? Did you come to visit? Although since your hands are tied, I doubt you came willingly. Nobody in their right mind would come here willingly.” She cooed at me like she was some seductress trying to get me under her spell. What the fuck was going on right now? I just looked at her and took in her beauty. No sense in dragging out this game she was playing. Andrei came lurking down the steps not two seconds after she was done talking.
“What should we do with them daughter? Should we take them to the office?” Oh, fuck the look on his face was actually terrifying me. Actually fucking scratch that the look on Stana’s face after he said that really got me. Her fear flashed here and went so quickly I thought I was seeing things. That was not good at all. I really should have just listened to her.
Walking up the stairs to said office my nerves were bouncing off the walls. That was not normal for me at all. I was always calm and collected in situations like this but something was telling me this was not like any normal situation we were used to dealing with. Andrei opened the door to his office and I knew immediately why Stana had that look on her face. The door caught on the plastic that was covering every surface in the office. The feeling of dread was tightly coiled in my stomach. There was a sheen of sweat covering my body by the time he sat Bullet and me in the chairs that were seated in the middle of the room. Scar face tied us to the chairs by our ankles and wrists while Stana was pacing. Andrei had the look of pure glee on his face.
“What do you think Stana? Should we torture them for some answers with the knives or should we just test you some more and see if you really are interested in becoming the dedicated soldier you said you wanted to be?” He cackled like a fucking lunatic and practically danced around the room until he got to his desk. There must have been a button he pressed because the wall next to us slid behind another one and revealed his wall full of weapons. Every torture weapon and so much more. Hanging my head in defeat, I already knew what was coming from his question and I hoped Stana could come back from this.
“Pick your weapon Stana.” She didn’t listen. She stood there just staring at her father probably wondering what the fuck she did in the pa
st life to get dealt this shitty hand she had. She didn’t answer quick enough and he was up quicker than lightning slapping her across the face so hard her head snapped back. I didn’t even make a sound because I didn’t want to piss him off further and have him take it out on her but my rage was slowly simmering like lava before a volcano erupted. She stalked over to the wall and grabbed a knife. It wasn’t long but it was sharp as fuck. I figured this out after she threw it at me and lodged it in my shoulder with such accurate precision that the pain gave me a delayed reaction. I was so surprised that she was that good that it took me a couple seconds to realize the pain was there.
“Fuck! God damn it, that is gonna leave a mark. Is that all you got baby?” I taunted her. I knew what her father wanted so I figured I might as well help her move this process along. Before I knew what was happening she came over to me and punched me square in the jaw. Damn did she pack a punch too. The look of rage on her face was twisting me up inside. This woman had to deal with such an awful life that I made the promise to make sure she never had to worry about anything ever again.