Chapter Twelve: Say Goodbye, To the Hearts You Break
Previously on Excido Memorias:
I ducked down in the seat as far as I could go, covering myself with the blanket and trying not to move at all. I peeked out of a small hole in the top of the blanket, and watched him as he moved outside.
He seemed to not see me.
He looked past the truck, and at Ashley's house. I heard his clunky boots stride up the driveway and into the garage, before I realized what was happening, and who was inside.
He was going after Ashley.
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Ashley's POV
I walked inside the house, my intentions: getting the essentials, then getting the hell out of there. As I walked inside, I thought about Spencer. She was outside sitting by herself in my SUV.
But she'd be okay, right?
Just because Branden is hunting for us, doesn't mean she's not safe out there does it?
Oh, fuck.
I ran upstairs, and into my father's old room. I reached into his nightstand and pulled out his Desert Eagle. It was huge and heavy in my hands, but I knew he had another one hidden under the mattress. So, for good measure, I tossed the Desert Eagle into the closet, burying it under some old clothes, and proceeded to lift up the mattress. I grabbed the small silver handgun underneath, and let it flop back onto the bed frame.
I have never used one of these before.
I had hoped to never have to use it,
And I still do.
I was still thinking to myself when I heard it. The loud thud, thud, thud echoing from the garage. Someone was here.
And I personally knew that Spencer doesn't wear boots.
……………
Shit.
This is so not our day.
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Spencer's POV
After I saw Branden disappear inside, I threw the blanket off and began searching the truck for a phone, or a weapon. Whichever one I found first.
Then I noticed something, Ashley's truck has OnStar.
Score!
I reached up, and jabbed the black button with the white dot and the robotic voice came in over the speakers.
"Welcome to OnStar. If you would like to make a call…"
I didn't let it finish its message before I started talking.
"Dial!" I yelled at it.
"Number?"
As I began yelling out the numbers for Ashley's cell, I prayed she would answer, and that she had her phone on vibrate.
"Dialing…"
Please answer!
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Ashley's POV
As I was shoving things into a duffel bag that rested on my bed, my phone began to vibrate in my pocket.
I dug it out and looked at the I.D.
My truck?
My truck is calling me?
Than I paused for a second.
Duh! Spencer!
I flipped it open as I shut my closet door on myself. I didn't have a good signal in here, but at least whoever was in my house wouldn't be able to hear me talk.
"Spence?"
She started talking quickly and I listened as hard as I could to make sure I caught ever word of what she was telling me.
"Okay, slow down and tell me what's going on."
She took a deep breath and told me.
"Branden is in my house?"
She affirmed my statement, and the short spark of fear in my gut turned into a thunderstorm of panic. I took deep breaths to calm myself before I turned my attention back to Spencer.
"Okay, you stay out there. Call the police. Don't you dare come in here Spencer, do you hear me?"
She reluctantly said yes.
"Shh, he's coming up the stairs."
She stayed totally quiet as I set the phone down on the floor. I turned the doorknob just enough to crack the door open. I was either lucky that my room was just to the right of the stairs, and I could see him coming. Or I was doomed because my room was just right of the stairs, and I could see him coming.
Just as the door opened a little a loud squeak issued from one of the hinges. I quickly glanced over at the stairs. Branden, in all his horridness, saw me.
"Damnit."
I quickly stepped backward, and pulled the door shut. I leaned my back against it as I went to pick up my phone. As I bent over, a hard pound rattled the door, and I fell to the ground, losing sight of my phone.
"I know you're in there. You're her girl, aren't you? Tell me where she is, and I won't lay a finger on ya. I just want the blondie."
I crawled backward until I heard a crackfrom underneath my hand. I picked it up.
It was my phone.
I broke it in half…
Oh, god. The cops need to get here, now!
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Spencer's POV
"Spence?"
She answered right away.
Thank God!
"Ash! I just saw a green truck out here, and I didn't think it could be it, but it is, and now you're in there by yourself, and I'm out here…"
"Okay, slow down and tell me what's going on."
I took a deep breath to calm down.
"I just saw Branden go in your garage."
"Branden is in my house?"
"Yes, and you're alone. And I'm scared…"
"Okay, you stay out there. Call the police. Don't you dare come in here Spencer, do you hear me?"
I took a moment to ponder her command.
"Okay." I said, not wanting to abide by it.
She was quiet for a short moment.
"Shh, he's coming up the stairs."
I shut my mouth, and kept listening to what might be going on. I heard a soft thud. Did she put her phone on the floor?
I heard her footsteps stop for a moment, then the turning of a doorknob. Where was she? The soft click of the door swinging open is what I heard before the semi-loud squeak that I assumed had come from door hinges.
"Damnit."
I heard the door shut once more, and something thud against the back of the door.
"Ash? What's going on?"
"I know you're in there. You're her girl, aren't you? Tell me where she is, and I won't lay a finger on ya. I just want the blondie."
Oh. My. God.
I heard some sort of noise before her line went dead.
"This number is temporarily out of service, If you would like to try again…"
I blocked out whatever the OnStar was saying and began to frantically search for some sort of weaponry to take with me. She can't expect me to stay out here, not now. I reached behind the passenger seat and started to feel around underneath it.
Yes!
I pulled out the large, metal wrench, and threw my door open. I marched toward the house quietly keeping my wrench in front of me.
This bastard is going down.