Chapter 21
Steve was cursing up a storm, a string of words coming from his mouth and began choking Jeff. John and Glen restrained him while Matt and Jeff had Paul. Ashley hadn't gone after Corence, knowing she needed sometime to herself. Steve growled as he hauled off, decking the wall so hard he put a hole right through it.
"FUCKIN' BITCH!"
"STEVE, CALM DOWN!" Randy bellowed, finally having enough, not realizing Corence had fled the room and shook his head in disappointment at Jeff. "What the fuck were you thinking kissing someone who's taken, moron?!"
"I was giving her something Steve couldn't apparently." Jeff shot back, defending himself, tired of being everyone's gofer and groaned when Steve decked him in the face, breaking his nose. "FUCK!"
A shriek came from upstairs suddenly that was ear-piercing and suddenly went silent.
"CORENCE!" Ashley screamed through her tears, rushing out of the room.
"Shit!" Glen immediately hauled ass out of the room, stumbling over his own feet and cursed when he seen the front door wide open, hearing tires squealing. "MARK!"
"CORENCE!" Jemma screamed out, finally knowing what the feeling was and started crying hysterically. David had her. She could feel it and went to go near the bedroom door to walk out, only to fall flat on her face. "CORENCE!"
Mark heard the scream then Glen's cry, rushing from the room, tossing open the door and pounding down the steps. "WHAT HAPPENED?" He bellowed angrily, looking at the wide open front door. "WHERE IS SHE?"
Ashley heard Jemma's screams and amid her own fear, panicking, crawled up the stairs. Literally crawled since her feet wouldn't hold her, Ashley made it into the bedroom. Sobbing just as hysterically as she made her way to Jemma, shakily helping her to a kneeling position.
"He has her!" Ashley gasped out.
"CORENCE!" Jeff shouted, shoving Steve away from him, who had a worried look in his blue eyes and bolted out of the room. He seen the front door swinging open and shook his head, tears burning in his green eyes. "FUCK!"
"No…" Steve shook his head, not believing this was happening and bolted out of the room. He ran out of the front door and down the steps, seeing the tire marks in the grass, and dropped to his knees. "NO! CORENCE!" Steve bellowed out. He'd broken his promise to protect her and pounded his fists repeatedly into the ground.
"I know!" The feeling in the pit of Jemma's stomach had been sensing David was in the house, but she'd been too late. She slowly got her feet with Ashley's help, trembling from head to toe and walked out of the room, needing to find any evidence that seen he'd taken her. "Damn it!"
"Fuck!" Mark cursed, half of him wanting to breakdown and the other half knowing there was no time for that. "Glen, go get the damn guns." He ordered, his tone turning to ice, green eyes showing worry and then going eerily blank. Glen knew better than to argue and did as he was told. Mark spun around when he seen Ashley and Jemma, walking over to help them both, seeing their legs were shaking. "Do you know where he might've taken her?"
Jemma looked at Mark, pure fear evident in her eyes and suddenly couldn't take it anymore. She suddenly collapsed, her world shrouding in darkness. The emotional, physical and mental exhaustion that she'd gone through the past few days had taken its toll on her, especially earlier with Mark.
"WAKE HER UP! SHE KNOWS WHERE HE'S TAKEN HER!" Jeff was frantic and beyond thinking rationally as he started shaking Jemma so hard her head began bobbing dangerously back and forth. He'd gotten carried away and actually slapped her across the face, hoping that would jolt her awake. "WAKE UP!"
Mark turned around and punched Jeff so hard the smaller man went flying across the room. "Are you out of your damn mind?"
Mark cradled Jemma to him, checking her pulse and seeing the fresh red mark on her face, snarling dangerously. He stood up with her in his arms and looked around at everyone assembled, knowing without Jemma awake, they had nothing to work with. David would be miles away by now.
"Get Steve in here and…try…to sleep. Tomorrow morning we…"
He shook his head, feeling like such a bastard, telling them to sleep when god knew what was happening or about to happen to his baby sister. What else could he say? He sighed and carried Jemma back upstairs.
Steve stayed outside, refusing to come in and kept pounding his fists on the ground. He couldn't believe he'd done it. He'd let the bastard get her from right under his and everyone else's nose! He growled from low in the back of his throat, blue eyes narrowing to slits and gripped grass in his hands, letting it slip from his hands.
"I'll find you, Cor. When I do, his ass is MINE!" Steve vowed, but didn't move as the full lit moon shined down on him.
The first person, which was John who tried to move Steve got decked in the face. He wasn't going anywhere. He was staying out there all night, staring at the open gate, the tire marks and felt his anger rising more and more. If that bastard harmed one hair on her head, he was going to snap a bone for every hair that was touched.
"I will get you back, Cor. So help me god, I will." He promised, not caring if his knees were going numb.
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Corence groaned, raising her head off of a pillow, blinking, her head feeling like it weighed a million pounds and finally dropped it back down. "Steve?" She whispered past parched lips, trying to work up enough saliva to take away the cottonmouth she felt.
"No, my angel. Steve isn't here." Corence frowned, watching blurrily as someone stepped into her line of vision, wishing she could see straight. David smiled down at the woman he loved, reaching down to tenderly brush away a lock of her unruly red hair. "Relax beautiful…" He murmured soothingly.
Corence started sobbing violently when her vision suddenly cleared, seeing who was sitting on the bed beside her. Shying away from him when he stroked her hair, she remembered all too well the notes he had sent her. The things he had done to Jemma were very fresh too.
"Ssshhh angel." David pacified, brushing the tips of his fingers down her lips, groaning at how soft they felt, like rose petals. "I'm not going to hurt you. I could never hurt you, my love."
Her green eyes widened in pure terror when he bent down to kiss her.
David sighed, slipping his tongue past Corence's sweet lips, frowning and pulling back, staring down at her, concern shining in his brown eyes. "You're hungry." He said gently, caressing her growling stomach. Corence only nodded, silently thanking the stars for intervening. "I'll be back my love." He murmured, brushing his lips against hers and tightened the binds he'd used to hold her down, not wanting her to escape while he was out.
Corence burst into tears the minute the door closed behind him.
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Steve had been an absolute bear for the past 3 days, hardly speaking. He was carrying a shotgun, after wrestling it away from Mark. Promising he wouldn't shoot Jeff…yet. He wasn't through with the kid, but right now he had more important things to worry about, like getting his girlfriend back in his strong secure arms.
Jemma slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room, feeling her head swimming. The events from 3 days ago flowed through her mind, causing her to bolt up, shouting. "Corence!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ripped the comforter off of her body and took a step from the bed. Only to fall, her hands catching her before her face collided with the carpeted floor. Mark shot up from the chair he'd dozed in, shotgun across his lap, getting to his feet. He stared down at Jemma for a minute and set aside the gun, rushing to help her up, gently lifting her off the floor.
"Jem, calm down, stop crying." He ordered, needing her calm if she was to be of any use to him.
"He's…got her! H-He's got her, Mark!"
Jemma was going into hysterics as she started sobbing uncontrollably and cried out in pain when he shook her. It wasn't hard but enough to get her mind focused on what was happening around her. She looked up into his eyes and finally collapsed back against him, not fainting this time, but still incredibly weak. Mark nodded grimly, scooping her up into his arms and sitting on the bed with her on his lap.
"Yes Jem, he does. I need to you think hard, darlin'. Try to think if you know of ANY place he might've taken her. Where'd he take you?" He asked softly, urgency in his voice.
It'd been 3 days. Who KNEW what that sick bastard had done to Corence by now? Jemma nodded, trying to think and knew there was only one place he could've taken her. She knew it was around an hour away from here and slowly looked up into his emerald green eyes, knowing he'd protect her with his life.
"There is a place. The night I snuck out after we…made love…multiple times." She cringed, remembering their talk about a baby and knew she'd have to come clean about the birth control pills. Jemma wouldn't do that though until after this was taken care of. "It's the only shot we have at this point."
Mark nodded, too worried about his sister to dwell on the issues between him and Jemma. There would be time for that later. "Good, I'll send Ashley up to help you get dressed then you're comin' downstairs to give us all a rundown of this place." He said in a firm voice, his hand gentle. Though as he caressed her cheek, Mark leaned forward to kiss her forehead and walked out of the room. "BOYS, get around, we're fuckin' goin' huntin'!"
"ABOUT TIME!" Matt shouted in pure relief.
Jemma knew they were going after David. She didn't know if she was making the right decision or not, but knew she couldn't allow David to win. She had one place in mind and slowly stood up from the bed, wincing in pain, trying to suck it up. Jemma pulled on a pair of black jeans with a tank top and looked in the mirror, putting her long hair back in a ponytail. Wetting it down with the spray bottle, she proceeded to outline her eyes with black eyeliner.
Whether Mark liked it or not, Jemma was going. She had too. She finished and walked out of the room downstairs, seeing everyone buzzing about. Walking over to the fridge with a glass in hand she snagged from the table, everyone was completely silent as she filled it up to the rim with orange juice and began downing it, ignoring all the eyes on her.
Mark cleared his throat, looking around and gestured to an open door. The barroom. Watching as everyone filed in, he looked back at Jemma. He watched her refill her glass before placing a hand on the small of her back, guiding her inside as well. Glen was busy checking his pockets, leaning against a wall with John, who was busy replacing the clip in his gun.
"Well, you said we're going hunting. Where we off to?" Matt asked eagerly, wanting to get Corence back safe and sound.
Mark looked expectantly at Jemma, waiting for her to speak.
Jemma finished off her second glass of orange juice and set it down, ignoring the pain flowing throughout her body. "I'm not saying a word until Mark agrees that I can go with." She stated, crossing her arms in front of her chest, knowing he wouldn't allow it.
"Jemma, you have to tell us where she's at or else I'll fuck you up." Steve threatened, blue eyes narrowed.
"Is THAT right?" Jemma challenged, raising an eyebrow and scoffed when he just nodded his head. "Stevie boy, sit your ass down before you hurt yourself." She then looked expectantly at Mark, cracking her knuckles and flexed them. "I want payback for what he did to me so I'm going."
"Hell Jem, no offense intended, but you better be shooting quicker than everyone else cause none of us are much worried about hurting the son of a bitch so much as killing him." John said, knowing Mark would allow her to go.
"As long as a bullet gets put through the fucker's head, I don't care who goes." Mark said, nodding at Jemma to let her know she could go with them.
"Fuck, and here I was hoping we could slice off his balls." Ashley grumbled, sounding downright disappointed.
"Where we going, Jemma?" Glen asked, cracking his knuckles, staring intently at her.
"Before I revealed to all of you who I really was, I snuck out the night before Mark found out about David's parole. I met him at this old looking shabby hotel room and that's when I told him he had 2 weeks or else I was coming clean with everything." Jemma explained and began pacing back and forth, chewing on her thumbnail, eyebrows drawing together. "My guess would be he took her there, especially with how unstable he is. And if ANYONE is putting a bullet through his head," She paused, staring straight into her husband's eyes, hers filled with pure venom. "It's going to be me."
Randy nodded, looking at Mark, who had this deceptively calm expression and swallowed hard. "We're really gonna kill him?" He asked hesitantly, not sure if he was comfortable with this.
"Stop being a pansy ass!" Paul growled, smacking Randy upside the head and nodded back at Jemma. "As long as we all get a little piece of him, I don't have a problem with you ending him."
Mark didn't say a word, just nodded. He didn't care, one way or another, David was dying. He didn't want to draw it out, torture the son of a bitch. He just wanted him dead, plain and simple.
"Shouldn't Cor get a chance to put a bullet through his head?" Matt asked casually, thinking she had every right to have a shot at David for everything he'd put her through.
"Shut up, who cares? As long as the cocksucker is dead that should satisfy us." Ashley stated, smacking her boyfriend in the arm.
"Very true." Jemma nodded at Ashley, smiling a bit, though it was bitter as she cracked her knuckles on her other hand, a deadly look coming over her eyes. "It's an hour away from here, thanks to Mark living out in the middle of nowhere. Get all the weapons you can muster up and meet down here in 20 minutes." She watched as everyone nodded and stood up, walking past her up the stairs, leaving her and Mark alone.