Chapter 8 – Rescue Mission
Kelsey's POV:
Back at the house, I am going over the plan with Bam. The rest of the crew is sitting with us, just listening.
"There is still a chance that Brandon will be okay! Bam, you need to drive me to the warehouse. We can't go in together because we'll attract attention, so you stay outside and text Ape the address. If there is no number on the building, just text her the street name." I turn to look at Ape. "The second you get that text, you need to call the police and tell them to go there, so make sure you have your phone on you at all times!" Ape agrees. Bam suddenly cuts in.
"Kelsey, are you sure it's a good idea for you to go in by yourself? What will your dad do if he sees you?"
"I don't know, but it's a risk I'm willing to take."
"Well at least don't go in without something to defend yourself." Bam leaves the room and a few minutes later he comes back holding a large crowbar. He hands it to me and I take it.
"Thanks Bam, now let's go before it's too late." With that, Bam and I get into his car and we drive away. About 35 minutes later, we turn onto an isolated road and 5 more minutes after that, we arrive at an abandoned warehouse. The familiar white van is parked on the side of the building.
"That's my father's car!" Bam parks a good distance from the warehouse so when we close our doors they won't hear it. We got out of the car and approached a window on the side of the building.
"Bam, text Ape the address. I don't see a number, so text her the street name. We're on Northbrook Street."
"Okay, I'll be right over here waiting for the cops to show up. Do you see Novak?" I look into the window and the sight I see inside of the building is enough to make me throw up. Brandon is still lying on his side, bound to the chair, and there is a lot of blood on the floor.
"He doesn't look good, he isn't moving." It takes everything I have not to cry, I know I need to keep whatever hope I have.
"Is there anyone else in the room?" I look through the window and study the room from left to right.
"No one is in there as far as I can see."
"Ape texted me back, she called the cops and they'll be here in 15 minutes. Maybe you should wait."
"No, because they're not going to be quiet when they get here and if he hears the sirens, he is going to kill Brandon."
"Kelsey. Be. Careful."
"I know." I take the crowbar in my hand and attempt to pry the window open. Surprisingly, it slides open with ease. I give one final look at Bam and carefully go inside. Once I am inside, I sneak over to Brandon and kneel down beside him.
"Brandon, wake up! It's me, Kelsey!" He doesn't move. "Brandon please, we need to get you to a hospital!" I continue to gently nudge him. He gradually begins to wake up, but he is clearly disoriented. He looks up at me and squints.
"K-Kelsey?" He coughs, I rush behind him and untie his hands and his legs. I try to help him stand up but he winces in pain.
"Please, I can't…move. Everything hurts." I back away slightly, but eventually I go back and sit with him.
"It's okay Brandon; the police are on their way. They have an ambulance with them." He nods his head.
"Why did you come?"
"I could never leave you to die. How dare you tell me to forget about you." I say with half a smile. He manages to choke out a small laugh, but our moment of peace is disturbed when a door bursts open and the man who held me back enters the room.
"Hello Kelsey, your father has been waiting for you." I jump up, ready to fight.
"Oh yeah? Where is he?"
"He's taking care of something outside." I freeze. Bam is outside.
"What have you done with him?" I exclaim. At that moment, my father bursts into the room. He is restraining Bam's arms, despite his struggling.
"Hey baby girl, glad you and your little friend could make it."
"Don't call me that! I'll do whatever you want, just let Bam and Brandon go and get Brandon to a hospital!"
"They're seen too much, they know who I am. I have no choice. One day you'll understand."
"Understand what? That you're a murderer?" My father looks at the man next to him and gives him a small nod. The man pulls out a syringe from his pocket; I can see what is inside. My eyes widen, I can't bear to see Brandon on that drug. I look at Brandon and his eyes are wide as well. He wants to move but he can't. The man starts toward Brandon.
"I'm going to show you what heroin did to your mother, Kelsey. Maybe then you'll understand." I run to Brandon and pick up the crowbar.
"Don't you touch him!" I swing as hard as I can and hit the man in the head. He falls down, unconscious. At that moment, Bam breaks free from my father's grasp, turns around, and punches him in the jaw. He runs over to me and grabs my hand.
"We need to get out of here!"
"I'm not leaving without Brandon and I know you don't want to either!" I stay looking at Bam and I don't even notice my father pull out his gun and shoot. Bam falls to the ground, clutching his arm. I scream and the cops run in, all they see is my father pointing the gun and Bam on the floor and that is enough for them. They shoot and my father falls down. I am in shock, I feel myself being led out of the warehouse by my hand, with an arm around my shoulder.