Author's Note: HERE IT IS!!!!!! *laughs evilly*
Chapter 28: Karma
Rae got out of her pickup a little ways down the road from the address her father had given her. She climbed into the back of the truck as the others were getting out. She dug under some blankets and pulled out her 12 gauge. She got out and nodded as she made sure it was loaded. She looked at the others as she put it over her shoulder, "Let's go." The foursome then started down the road. Amanda caught up with Raechel, "You've gotta lemme have a shot at him." Rae looked over at Amanda, amused, "Sure, I'm gonna shoot that fuck like 50 times, so I don't see what one shot can hurt." Amanda smiled deviously as the group walked down the road.
Heather stood by the kitchen counter watching as Brock talked on the phone. Her wrists hurt like hell. He didn't untie her until they were all raw and bloody. He turned around and she looked away from him. She heard him hang up the phone. "Did you tell them where we are?" He asked. Heather immediately got scared, "No, why would I?" She asked softly. "Why do I got a feeling your lying?" He stepped closer to her. "I'm not." She said. "Look me in the eye and tell me your not lying." He said gruffly. Heather hesitantly looked in his eyes. "I'm not lying." She said shakily. He eyed her before nodding. "For once I believe you." He said then grabbed her by the hair and kissed her roughly.
Rae spotted a Pit Bull coming toward the fence around the house and ducked back behind the bushes. John swallowed nervously, "That's a fuckin scary dog." Rae watched as the dog walked away and nodded. She sighed and looked back at Amanda, "How the fuck are we gonna get past them?" Amanda shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know." Randy smirked, "I've got an idea." He looked at John, "Wanna play with the puppies?" John's eyes went wide, "Hell no!" Randy sighed, "Come on, don't be a wuss." John sighed, "What did you have in mind?" Rae and Amanda looked at Randy questioningly as he just flashed them his trademark arrogant smirk.
Rae and Amanda watched from their hiding place as John and Randy ran around to the other side of the fence. Rae closed her eyes and prayed, "Please God, let this work. We need to get her out of there." Amanda placed a reassuring hand on Raechel's shoulder, "We will." John and Randy started shaking the fence, but made sure they kept out of sight. The six dogs ran over and started snarling and barking. Rae smacked Amanda's arm gently, "Let's go." Amanda nodded and followed Rae as she hopped over the fence. Rae noticed the dogs spot her and Amanda, "Fuck!" She ran hard through the large front yard as Amanda followed behind her. Rae looked over her shoulder, "Move your ass Amanda!" They jumped onto the porch and Rae spun around to see the dogs approaching her and her friend. She stood, unflatering as Amanda hid behind her. She stared hard into the eyes of one of the dogs and it cowered before turning away. The others followed shortly after. Rae let out a sigh of relief as John and Randy joined her and Amanda on the porch.
Brock let go of Heather as he heard the dogs barking. "What the fuck is their problem?" He growled. He grabbed Heather by her arm and dragged her to the front door. He threw the door open and saw nothing. "Them stupid fuckers." He said. Heather's eyes widened when she saw Rae hide behind a tree. "Oh shit." She didn't mean to say it out loud. Brock looked at her. "Problem?" She shook her head quickly. "Uh, no, nothing, I just, Uh." Brock rolled his eyes. "Shut up." With that he slammed the door and dragged Heather back to the kitchen.
Rae sighed heavily as she walked out from her hiding place, "God, that was fuckin close." Amanda nodded in agreement. Rae swallowed and regained her composure, she thought for sure Brock would have seen her, "Alright, we've got to get in there." Randy nodded in agreement. John sighed, "How are we going to do that without him hearing us?" Rae looked around and her keen eyes spotted a basement window that was left open. She smirked deviously, "He must be expectin us." She nodded toward the window, "Come on." The foursome then ran swiftly across the yard.
Heather sat at the kitchen table lost in her thoughts. Rae was here. Was she alone? Of course not, she wouldn't be stupid enough to come here alone. Only if they would've come when HE wasn't here. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Brock yell her name. "HEATHER!" She looked up. "What?" She asked annoyed. "I said you have a doctors appointment at 9:00 tomorrow morning." He rolled his eyes. "Why?" Heather wanted to play dumb. "To get rid of that!" he pointed to her belly. He rolled his eyes again and turned away. "Ain't gonna happen." She said softly. Brock turned and looked at her. "What did you say?" Heather hesitated for a minute. "I said it ain't gonna happen." Brock stepped closer to her. "Why the fuck not?" Heather started to say something, but heard something fall over in the basement. 'Oh shit, they're in.' She thought. Brock turned towards the basement door. He cocked his head to the side before grabbing Heather roughly once again and dragging her down the basement steps.
Rae turned as Randy fell in the window, "God damn it," she growled in a harsh whisper. Randy sighed as Amanda helped him up, "I couldn't help it," he snapped back in a low growl. Raechel rolled her eyes and then started toward the stairs. She reached back with her left hand and grabbed John's hand tightly as they quietly started upstairs. Her grip around the 12 gauge in her right hand tightened as they got further up the steps. Rae froze when she heard someone at the door knob. She brought up her gun and waited for the door to open.
Amanda cried when she saw Brock holding Heather in front of him, "Rae, don't." Rae started shaking as she searched for the perfect shot on Brock. None. That coward hid behind Heather like she was a shield. Brock stepped back when he saw Rae, Amanda, John and Randy. He clutched Heather to him tighter. Heather looked relived to see them all again. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He snapped. Rae smirked deviously as she started up the stairs, "We came to get Heather back. I told ya we would." John, Randy, and Amanda followed as Rae backed Brock back up into the kitchen. Rae kept Brock in her sights as he backed against the counter. Heather was trembling, "Rae ... " Amanda tried to calm her, "It's okay chica, we're going to get you out of here." Brock held Heather against him with one strong arm as he reached back onto the counter. He grabbed a knife and held it to Heather's throat, "Don't fucking move!" Rae swallowed, but stopped moving. She didn't lower her gun though, she wasn't going to give him the chance to kill Heather. Amanda lunged for Brock, but Randy held her back. Brock smirked and pressed the knife closer to Heather's throat as she started crying. John placed a hand on Rae's shoulder to reassure her as he noticed her gun slowly dropping. Raechel straightened up and showed no emotion. Randy looked at Brock, "Let her go, and we'll let you live," he lied, hoping it would convince Brock to release Heather. "Like fuck I'm gonna let her go." Brock growled as he held the knife closer to her throat. John nodded toward Rae, "You might wanna reconsider that Brock." "She moves once, and I'll kill this bitch." Rae's gaze turned cold and her voice was unlike anything the others had heard, lifeless, and uncaring, "Do you realize that right now, I have a perfect shot? In a split second, you could be laying on the floor in your own blood and your brains against the wall." Amanda looked at Rae, somewhat proud, but also terrified. John just stared at his girlfriend in shock. Brock grinned as he pressed the knife to her neck, blood ran slowly down her neck. "And do you realize that I can slit her throat in a second?" Rae didn't falter, but Amanda went nuts, "Brock, why?! Let her go," she screamed as Randy used every ounce of strength he had to hold her back. Brock didn't move. "Tell her to put the gun down Heather!" Rae's eyes went soft as she looked at Heather, but she didn't utter a word. Heather closed her eyes as she felt the slash on her neck start to burn. "TELL HER!" Brock yelled. "Please Rae, put it down." Heather looked at her with tears running down her cheeks. Rae shook her head, "Not until he drops the knife." Brock laughed. "You think I'm gonna trust you?" Heather once again closed her eyes. Rae swallowed and closed her eyes as tears pricked at her eyes, she realized how close she was losing one of her best friends. She looked back at Brock, coldly, "You have no choice. I could get a shot off before you flinched." "You really love your friend." He said as he pushed the knife into her neck some more. More blood ran down her neck and onto the knife. Heather sucked in a breath as the knife sunk into her skin even more. Fresh tears burned her eyes. Rae swallowed, "Let her go, and I'll let you live," she said, with genuine sincerity. Brock grinned as Heather clutched his hand. He slowly lowered the knife. But didn't let Heather go, he tightened his grip on her and held her close to him. Rae started trembling when she finally noticed the blood running down Heather's neck, "Now let her go," her voice was shaking like mad. Brock shook his head. "Not a chance." Amanda stepped forward and wiped tears from her cheeks, "Why not?!" "Get out of my house! If you leave quietly her punishment will be less server." Brock barked and ignored Amanda. Rae lowered her gun, "Fine, but just pray I don't have to come back here again." Amanda looked at her as if she was insane as Raechel started toward the front door, "What the fuck are you doing," she asked. Rae smirked, "Trust me," her voice was low to ensure Brock didn't hear her. "That's right, leave you stupid fuckers!" Brock said as he shoved a weak Heather to the floor. Rae stormed back into the kitchen, her gun up and aimed at Brock, "Fuckin move and I'll blow you into the next fuckin world!" Amanda, John, and Randy ran back into the kitchen as Rae held a steady aim on Brock. Amanda ran over and picked up Heather, keeping her eyes fixed on Brock, "Come on chica." Randy walked over and picked Heather up into his arms. Rae handed her gun off to Randy, "Take this for me." Amanda looked at Rae like she was insane, "What the fuck?! Kill him!" Rae shook her head, "I told him that if he let chica go, I would let him live. We have her now." Rae cracked her knuckles, "That don't mean we can't teach this fuck a lesson." She looked over at Amanda, "Care to start?" Amanda grinned and nodded. She walked over to Brock and punched him right in the face. Within seconds, Rae was right there with her. John walked over and ripped Brock off the floor, "Bet you're scared now!" He punched him and then all three started stomping the life out of Brock. Randy came back in and it was now four friends, claiming vengeance on Brock. When they grew bored, John wrapped his arms around Rae's waist, "Let's go." She smiled at him, "Go ahead. I'll catch up." She watched John leave and then walked over to an unconscious, and bloodied Brock, she smirked down at him, "Karma's a bitch, ain't it?" With that, she kicked him once more and then cheerfully walked away to catch up with her friends and boyfriend.
Author's Note: *sigh* I know, you're probably disappointed, I am too ... but wait, what's this??????? NOT OVER ... OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, REVIEW ...
Chapter 28: Karma
Rae got out of her pickup a little ways down the road from the address her father had given her. She climbed into the back of the truck as the others were getting out. She dug under some blankets and pulled out her 12 gauge. She got out and nodded as she made sure it was loaded. She looked at the others as she put it over her shoulder, "Let's go." The foursome then started down the road. Amanda caught up with Raechel, "You've gotta lemme have a shot at him." Rae looked over at Amanda, amused, "Sure, I'm gonna shoot that fuck like 50 times, so I don't see what one shot can hurt." Amanda smiled deviously as the group walked down the road.
Heather stood by the kitchen counter watching as Brock talked on the phone. Her wrists hurt like hell. He didn't untie her until they were all raw and bloody. He turned around and she looked away from him. She heard him hang up the phone. "Did you tell them where we are?" He asked. Heather immediately got scared, "No, why would I?" She asked softly. "Why do I got a feeling your lying?" He stepped closer to her. "I'm not." She said. "Look me in the eye and tell me your not lying." He said gruffly. Heather hesitantly looked in his eyes. "I'm not lying." She said shakily. He eyed her before nodding. "For once I believe you." He said then grabbed her by the hair and kissed her roughly.
Rae spotted a Pit Bull coming toward the fence around the house and ducked back behind the bushes. John swallowed nervously, "That's a fuckin scary dog." Rae watched as the dog walked away and nodded. She sighed and looked back at Amanda, "How the fuck are we gonna get past them?" Amanda shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know." Randy smirked, "I've got an idea." He looked at John, "Wanna play with the puppies?" John's eyes went wide, "Hell no!" Randy sighed, "Come on, don't be a wuss." John sighed, "What did you have in mind?" Rae and Amanda looked at Randy questioningly as he just flashed them his trademark arrogant smirk.
Rae and Amanda watched from their hiding place as John and Randy ran around to the other side of the fence. Rae closed her eyes and prayed, "Please God, let this work. We need to get her out of there." Amanda placed a reassuring hand on Raechel's shoulder, "We will." John and Randy started shaking the fence, but made sure they kept out of sight. The six dogs ran over and started snarling and barking. Rae smacked Amanda's arm gently, "Let's go." Amanda nodded and followed Rae as she hopped over the fence. Rae noticed the dogs spot her and Amanda, "Fuck!" She ran hard through the large front yard as Amanda followed behind her. Rae looked over her shoulder, "Move your ass Amanda!" They jumped onto the porch and Rae spun around to see the dogs approaching her and her friend. She stood, unflatering as Amanda hid behind her. She stared hard into the eyes of one of the dogs and it cowered before turning away. The others followed shortly after. Rae let out a sigh of relief as John and Randy joined her and Amanda on the porch.
Brock let go of Heather as he heard the dogs barking. "What the fuck is their problem?" He growled. He grabbed Heather by her arm and dragged her to the front door. He threw the door open and saw nothing. "Them stupid fuckers." He said. Heather's eyes widened when she saw Rae hide behind a tree. "Oh shit." She didn't mean to say it out loud. Brock looked at her. "Problem?" She shook her head quickly. "Uh, no, nothing, I just, Uh." Brock rolled his eyes. "Shut up." With that he slammed the door and dragged Heather back to the kitchen.
Rae sighed heavily as she walked out from her hiding place, "God, that was fuckin close." Amanda nodded in agreement. Rae swallowed and regained her composure, she thought for sure Brock would have seen her, "Alright, we've got to get in there." Randy nodded in agreement. John sighed, "How are we going to do that without him hearing us?" Rae looked around and her keen eyes spotted a basement window that was left open. She smirked deviously, "He must be expectin us." She nodded toward the window, "Come on." The foursome then ran swiftly across the yard.
Heather sat at the kitchen table lost in her thoughts. Rae was here. Was she alone? Of course not, she wouldn't be stupid enough to come here alone. Only if they would've come when HE wasn't here. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Brock yell her name. "HEATHER!" She looked up. "What?" She asked annoyed. "I said you have a doctors appointment at 9:00 tomorrow morning." He rolled his eyes. "Why?" Heather wanted to play dumb. "To get rid of that!" he pointed to her belly. He rolled his eyes again and turned away. "Ain't gonna happen." She said softly. Brock turned and looked at her. "What did you say?" Heather hesitated for a minute. "I said it ain't gonna happen." Brock stepped closer to her. "Why the fuck not?" Heather started to say something, but heard something fall over in the basement. 'Oh shit, they're in.' She thought. Brock turned towards the basement door. He cocked his head to the side before grabbing Heather roughly once again and dragging her down the basement steps.
Rae turned as Randy fell in the window, "God damn it," she growled in a harsh whisper. Randy sighed as Amanda helped him up, "I couldn't help it," he snapped back in a low growl. Raechel rolled her eyes and then started toward the stairs. She reached back with her left hand and grabbed John's hand tightly as they quietly started upstairs. Her grip around the 12 gauge in her right hand tightened as they got further up the steps. Rae froze when she heard someone at the door knob. She brought up her gun and waited for the door to open.
Amanda cried when she saw Brock holding Heather in front of him, "Rae, don't." Rae started shaking as she searched for the perfect shot on Brock. None. That coward hid behind Heather like she was a shield. Brock stepped back when he saw Rae, Amanda, John and Randy. He clutched Heather to him tighter. Heather looked relived to see them all again. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He snapped. Rae smirked deviously as she started up the stairs, "We came to get Heather back. I told ya we would." John, Randy, and Amanda followed as Rae backed Brock back up into the kitchen. Rae kept Brock in her sights as he backed against the counter. Heather was trembling, "Rae ... " Amanda tried to calm her, "It's okay chica, we're going to get you out of here." Brock held Heather against him with one strong arm as he reached back onto the counter. He grabbed a knife and held it to Heather's throat, "Don't fucking move!" Rae swallowed, but stopped moving. She didn't lower her gun though, she wasn't going to give him the chance to kill Heather. Amanda lunged for Brock, but Randy held her back. Brock smirked and pressed the knife closer to Heather's throat as she started crying. John placed a hand on Rae's shoulder to reassure her as he noticed her gun slowly dropping. Raechel straightened up and showed no emotion. Randy looked at Brock, "Let her go, and we'll let you live," he lied, hoping it would convince Brock to release Heather. "Like fuck I'm gonna let her go." Brock growled as he held the knife closer to her throat. John nodded toward Rae, "You might wanna reconsider that Brock." "She moves once, and I'll kill this bitch." Rae's gaze turned cold and her voice was unlike anything the others had heard, lifeless, and uncaring, "Do you realize that right now, I have a perfect shot? In a split second, you could be laying on the floor in your own blood and your brains against the wall." Amanda looked at Rae, somewhat proud, but also terrified. John just stared at his girlfriend in shock. Brock grinned as he pressed the knife to her neck, blood ran slowly down her neck. "And do you realize that I can slit her throat in a second?" Rae didn't falter, but Amanda went nuts, "Brock, why?! Let her go," she screamed as Randy used every ounce of strength he had to hold her back. Brock didn't move. "Tell her to put the gun down Heather!" Rae's eyes went soft as she looked at Heather, but she didn't utter a word. Heather closed her eyes as she felt the slash on her neck start to burn. "TELL HER!" Brock yelled. "Please Rae, put it down." Heather looked at her with tears running down her cheeks. Rae shook her head, "Not until he drops the knife." Brock laughed. "You think I'm gonna trust you?" Heather once again closed her eyes. Rae swallowed and closed her eyes as tears pricked at her eyes, she realized how close she was losing one of her best friends. She looked back at Brock, coldly, "You have no choice. I could get a shot off before you flinched." "You really love your friend." He said as he pushed the knife into her neck some more. More blood ran down her neck and onto the knife. Heather sucked in a breath as the knife sunk into her skin even more. Fresh tears burned her eyes. Rae swallowed, "Let her go, and I'll let you live," she said, with genuine sincerity. Brock grinned as Heather clutched his hand. He slowly lowered the knife. But didn't let Heather go, he tightened his grip on her and held her close to him. Rae started trembling when she finally noticed the blood running down Heather's neck, "Now let her go," her voice was shaking like mad. Brock shook his head. "Not a chance." Amanda stepped forward and wiped tears from her cheeks, "Why not?!" "Get out of my house! If you leave quietly her punishment will be less server." Brock barked and ignored Amanda. Rae lowered her gun, "Fine, but just pray I don't have to come back here again." Amanda looked at her as if she was insane as Raechel started toward the front door, "What the fuck are you doing," she asked. Rae smirked, "Trust me," her voice was low to ensure Brock didn't hear her. "That's right, leave you stupid fuckers!" Brock said as he shoved a weak Heather to the floor. Rae stormed back into the kitchen, her gun up and aimed at Brock, "Fuckin move and I'll blow you into the next fuckin world!" Amanda, John, and Randy ran back into the kitchen as Rae held a steady aim on Brock. Amanda ran over and picked up Heather, keeping her eyes fixed on Brock, "Come on chica." Randy walked over and picked Heather up into his arms. Rae handed her gun off to Randy, "Take this for me." Amanda looked at Rae like she was insane, "What the fuck?! Kill him!" Rae shook her head, "I told him that if he let chica go, I would let him live. We have her now." Rae cracked her knuckles, "That don't mean we can't teach this fuck a lesson." She looked over at Amanda, "Care to start?" Amanda grinned and nodded. She walked over to Brock and punched him right in the face. Within seconds, Rae was right there with her. John walked over and ripped Brock off the floor, "Bet you're scared now!" He punched him and then all three started stomping the life out of Brock. Randy came back in and it was now four friends, claiming vengeance on Brock. When they grew bored, John wrapped his arms around Rae's waist, "Let's go." She smiled at him, "Go ahead. I'll catch up." She watched John leave and then walked over to an unconscious, and bloodied Brock, she smirked down at him, "Karma's a bitch, ain't it?" With that, she kicked him once more and then cheerfully walked away to catch up with her friends and boyfriend.
Author's Note: *sigh* I know, you're probably disappointed, I am too ... but wait, what's this??????? NOT OVER ... OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, REVIEW ...