The song I listened to when I wrote this chapter is called "Sugarcane" by Pretty Deep, and I heard it the first time monday when I was watching "Shameless", it fit this chapter so well that I went crazy trying to find out the name of it and get the lyrics. It fits Remy's frame of mind so perfectly I think. Give it a listen.

Posting from my phone cause I'm at work and when I get home I'm gonna crash.

She was on her way before the sun was up, by five am she was on the road and Luke was on the way to do his part. They had talked about this, if something happened with Jenny, they would go together, if she was the target, Luke would go alone.

She had led him to believe that they had a chance if he would help her, but the truth was, she doubted she would be any good to anyone after this. Remy wanted to be normal and she wanted a life with Luke, but way deep inside she knew; she wasn't normal now, maybe she never had been. Maybe whatever had been normal about her had been lost that night, and her recovery these past months had just been a cruel joke.

The rage in her heart made her feel like she would never recover, or be the same, and Luke wouldn't love the person she was becoming. She had quit smoking months ago, but now she was smoking again too as the sun came up over the long stretch of highway before her. She was falling back in time and becoming someone she wasn't sure she ever liked, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Remy drove in her red jeep with the top down to let the wind wash over her from South Carolina, drank excess coffee and red bull and paid cash for everything from the huge roll of bills in her purse. There could be no record of her going west, no proof she was ever there, because she was going to kill him.

In a locked box behind her seat was her father's shotgun and shells, lots of shells, next to it was a bag, with Rhohypnol, medazaline, ketamine, syringes, zip ties and duct tape in it, she had thought of everything, had been thinking about it a long time. Thinking about him, planning her revenge and most of that plan Luke had no idea about. It was better that way.

It took her three days to get there again, and she didnt want to hit town exhausted, so she made sure to rest on her way. She needed to be on her A game, or this was going to be bad. At the hotels she stopped at she ran on the treadmill, no earphones and swam laps in the pool before collapsing into the bed, with the locks all engaged and the chair under the doorknob.

Luke had left just before her, but he was driving straight through, he wouldn't need to rest until he got there. Once he rented the storage unit he could go crash at the hotel; she had every detail planned with perscision, as if it was meant to be. When Mac called her three months ago she had started buying the things she would need a little at a time, did a lot of thinking and now she was ready.

As she drove, she felt like it was always supposed to happen this way, that she was supposed to go back, it was an erie feeling, because when she left she had been too afraid to ever think of that. But this felt right, it was unfolding in some kind of destiny, and if she could just get Jenny away and safe, she would go wherever destiny led her.

Ahead of her by a few miles at best Luke was driving a pick up truck with all of the things she asked for in the second email. He didn't really agree with what she was planning and hoped that they could just get Jenny back without any fanfare. Luke had no clue. It would never happen that way.

Remy knew he wasnt entirely on board, but he would play a very small role in this any way. He could even leave if he wanted to, maybe she should make him leave, in case it went down bad. He and Jenny should both leave.

It was her show any way; between her and Mac, and unlike Luke, she knew there was going to be a price to pay for Jenny's safety. She slid the dark sunglasses over her face to hide the glare as the sun came up high in the sky; the first thing on her agenda was to pay a long over due visit to that skank Sylvia and then to that janky bar he hung out in.

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When the house came into view she hadn't expected such a visceral reaction, and she silently berated herself for losing her shit so easily, how was she ever going to do this if just seeing the house did this to her. She sat in front of Sylvia's place with the engine off smoking and remembering things from that night fifteen months ago. The absolute terror when he first grabbed her out there by the pool just feet away from her now. The fear, the pain and the parts of it that had felt good. It had been so hard for her to get over that part; some of it had felt good and here she was right back there again, feeling guilty for something that wasn't her fault.

These were the consequenses she had paid for rebuffing a madman's advances, the consequenses she still paid for to this day. It was never going to be far from her thoughts, but she needed to get a grip. It was just a house, she needed to catch her breath and do what she came here to do. It was just a house.

Remy needed to get it out of her system fast because he was here already and waiting for her to show. It was time to be fierce, and stick to the plan. Mac would smell her fear a mile away and eat it up with a spoon, the way to win this was keep him off guard. He already knew she would come, he would be expecting her; maybe he already knew she was there.

He would be ready with whatever dark intentions he had for her and she had to be one step ahead of him.

Luckily Sylvia was home and Remy was able to check one thing off of her list. Remy didn't even wait for Sylvia to open the door fully, her fist connected with the other woman's face as soon as she saw her, then she cocked the shot gun and aimed it at her. She pushed the gun into the other woman's chest with satisfaction, Sylvia had broken the cardinal female rule; protect each other, that was the girl code since the beginning of time.

"Hey hey easy Remy," Sylvia put up her hands and touched her face where Remy had hit her chin and shook her jaw a bit to work it out, "Easy, long time no see."

"Where the fuck is Mac?" She brought the gun up closer to Sylvia, pressed it into her chest.

"Don't keep tabs on him Remy," She said with a sly smile that Remy wanted to smack off her face.

"He has Jenny," And as she said it, something told her Sylvia already knew, something about the way she looked at Remy.

"He aint a pedophile Remy, he wont touch her," Sylvia said like it was the most normal thing in the world, "Don't worry about that."

Dont worry about that? Did Sylvia have one fucking clue who she was talking about?

"If he does I'm going to come back here and kill you for bringing him into my life," Remy shouted, "Why didnt you warn me, you knew didn't you, you knew what he was going to do that night?"

No answer from Sylvia as usual, naturally.

"Never mind, I fuckin know, I swear to God Sylvia, anything, anything happens to her and you're dead." She turned and headed back towards the jeep.

"It's not her he wants ya know, he wants you." Sylvia called after her and Remy shot up her middle finger without even looking back."Of course I knew Remy, he set his eyes on you and that was it, there was nothing I could do to stop it."

Remy igoned her and Sylvia kept yelling, "He would never hurt a child, he aint like that."

Rapistes looked down on pedophiles, that was true, her extensive research on the subject had told her that; there were men, people that were both, but Mac wasn't, she had known that.

As she passed the sign that fifteen months ago she sped past in a frenzy, trying to get away from him; now she turned the music up to the bitchin trumpet solo in the song that was on to make her presense in town known. It was November now, cool, not blazing hot like it had been then, and this time she wanted him to know she was here. She had arrived, it was on.