"I don't even care. Rebecca, I don't want to do this, but I borrowed money from some guys. I can't pay them back, they found out I had a sister. They said if I found you…and gave you to them. The debt would be paid."
"Keith, you're such a dick!"
"Rebecca, I don't have another choice. So, just do it."
"No. Besides, if I know Aunt Mary like I think I know Aunt Mary. She'll beat us there."
"I don't know. All I know is, I'm not going to jail. I'll do what I need to, to stop that from happening."
"Killing me and the baby would just get you more time locked up. Man, what happened? You were my hero after mom left."
"I don't know."
Mary looked at Marshall. "How much further?"
"Hour."
"Go. Faster."
"I can't. I'll loose control."
"Fine. Whatever. Just get there."
"Is the GPS still moving?"
"Yes."
"Good."
I sat in the front seat. I saw the warehouse come into view. We still had a few miles before we got there. It was old and dilapidated.
"Keith, you don't have to do this, and I'm not only saying that because I don't want to do this."
"Shut up. Here." He said pulling a shirt out of the back seat. "Wrap this around your arm. You're turning pale."
"Thanks."
"Yeah. I don't even know if they'll want you. Since, you are pregnant. No offense intended."
"What happens if they don't?"
Keith tapped the knife in his shirt pocket. "I won't have a choice."
"Yeah you do. You stab whoever you owe money to and let me live!"
We arrived at the warehouse. I really wanted Aunt Mary's car to be there. It was not. My phone beeped. It was a text message.
We know you're there. Stall them. Five minutes.
Keith took my phone.
"It has a GPS?"
"Apparently." I said as casually as I could.
"Well, that explains how she knew where I was." Keith grabbed my arm that was not cut and led me into the warehouse. On one table were various weapons. On another were drugs, if you could inject it, smoke it, or inhale it. It was on that table.
"This the chick?" A voice said from behind.
"Yeah." Keith answered.