Hey guys no reviews? Ah, what a bummer. Well I guess I'll keep on going, nevertheless.
Chapter 8: Records
Kent went home and got on his computer, research was one of the things that Kent hated most. He went to the libraries web site and got into the archives. He quickly went and looked under missing high school girls. Then there where fifteen articles jumping onto his screen. He noticed that all of them were about girls who had gone missing from his school.
"Hmm, maybe Dean was on to something there."
All of the mysteries where never solved and all the girls ended up going missing. These occurrences had been going on for only four years and had abruptly stopped last year around the time that Sandra moved.
"Why did he stop, and why has he started again?"
The articles said that there was no evidence on any of these cases; they were all nicely executed, as the article put it.
"This time he messed up, he left a track."
Kent thought that either he was in a rush or that he was desperate. The question was why did he want with Sandra?
"Why was he going after someone who was no longer going to this school?"
Questions continued to buzz in his head as he tried to put together all the possibilities he could, at least the ones that seemed logical.
"The bodies where never found, except some pieces. The longest one was kept alive for only a few months then slaughtered. They where all beautiful girls around 15 16ish…"
As Kent put all the facts together, Sandra was trying to get away before Rob came back and did what ever he was going to do. In all reality she was hoping that she was gone by the time he came back so she would never even have to think about any of this again.
"CRREAAKK!"
Sandra's head tried to snap to see the door, but they had that corner in the way. She knew he was back and she struggled one last futile time before he came into sight.
"Ah, my beauty so nice to see that you are still hear. Ha. Ha. Ha."
His laugh echoed in her ear and she wished she could cover her ears as it filled her head.
"I am getting a beautiful necklace that should be made for you by tomorrow. It should match perfectly with you wild beauty."
As he laughed at his own corny jokes he stepped closer to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He slowly stroked her leg up and down.
"STOP!"
She jerked her leg away as much as she could, which wasn't very much, but she still got her point across.
He grabbed her fast and tightly by the throat and threw himself on top of her fighting nicely in-between her legs.
"You will NOT tell ME what to do! You HEAR me?"
He was choking her so she couldn't answer, but she made a small nod and that seemed to satisfy him and he let her go.
"Isn't this a comfortable position?"
He grabbed her by the abdomen tightly and waited for a response.
She didn't answer all she did was squirm, but she knew she couldn't tell him what she really thought; she didn't want to know the repercussions for that.
He tightened his grip and pulled her more toward him making her close the space between.
"I like it when you feisty, more of a challenge."
"Huh, mmm, please let me go, I won't tell anyone, please don't do this."
He slipped his cold hands under her shirt lightly touching her warm, soft, and smooth skin. He felt her breath increase because her stomach rose and fell faster and faster every second that his hands touched her bare skin.
"Please, please, please don't do this, please.
Kent was tired of looking at these articles, he wasn't getting anywhere with this. He had come to the conclusion that Dean had just sent him on a wild goose chase to get him off his back, but he decided to look at one more article, but that article had nothing of interest to him either. As he was getting ready to close the page he saw the glimmer of what might have been a name, he looked back. Yes, that was it, the exact thing he needed to confirm his suspicions. He knew what he had to do and now all he needed to do was find out where to go. That was the tricky part.
Well I hope I have intrigued you and have left you hanging on to your computer seats. Till next chapter. REVIEW!