Chapter Eleven:
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ASHLYNN'S POV
I take a small sip of my soda and smile at the crowd gathered here. The party is in full swing. The lights are dimmed and the stereo is playing the perfect beats. It's easy to get lost in the beat of the music, I can even feel myself sway in time to the music. Were celebrating the Saints victory over the Sons of Samedi. They're nothing but a memory now. The party is pretty crowded, its hard to make your way across the room. Most of the party goers are getting trashed but not me.
The party is going great, but I'm starting to get a little crowded and overheated. I weave my way through the crowd and sit my drink on the table. I need a break so I make my way to the stairs, as the elevator is still bringing more people to the part. I make my way up several flights of stairs and breathe a sigh of relief once I push through the door to the crisp evening.
I decide to go for a walk and make my way across the parking lot and out an ally to the sidewalk. I take a left and continue down the street. The sun is just starting set casting a light glow through the spaces between the buildings. I'm starting to wish I had brought a jacket but the walk is still enjoyable. My pace is slow and relaxed. The street lights come on and I turn right and keep walking along on the sidewalk. I hear the sound of shoes on the sidewalk behind me and I look behind me, but find nothing.
I keep walking but I feel a hand grab my wrist. I instantly start to struggle and pull away, but it's no good the hand has a vice grip on my arm. I'm yanked into an ally and cry out when my head smacks off the hard brick wall behind me. I squint in the darkness of the ally trying to see who has me. I find myself face to face with my father. I start to struggle and he back hands me across the face. I can't stop myself from letting out a soft whimper.
"STILLWATER!" he yells getting in my face. I'm at a lost for words as he grabs my upper arms and starts shaking me back and forth. I don't say anything in response and he slams me back against the unforgiving brick wall. I feel a searing pain in the back of my head and feel it growing wetter.
"You think you can just run off like that?! Like I wouldn't find you?!" He demands growling in my face. I want to scream at him but I keep my mouth shut and he punches me in the stomach and I try to slide down the wall. He pulls my back up by my hair and I bite back a whimper. The desperation sets in and I open my mouth to scream but he clamps a hand over my mouth easily muffling my scream. Why didn't I bring my phone? Why didn't I at least tell someone where I was going? I start to cry knowing he might kill me.
"You're coming home with me" He states. I narrow my eyes at him and can't stop myself from answering him this time.
"Like hell I am! I'm not going anywhere with out!" I scream back at him through my tears. He puts his around my throat and I try to pry his hands away from my neck. It's no use I just don't have the strength. I start to panic because I can't get any air. He lets go of my neck and punches me and this time I fall and he lets me. On instinct I curl up in a ball, gasping for air and he begins to kick me in the ribs and the face, just about anywhere he can get his foot. Black spots start to swim across my vision and I barley manage to keep myself awake. I clench my eyes shut as bright lights fill the ally way.
I try to scream out for help but my voice comes out as a whisper. I hear the slamming of car doors but it all sounds muffled and far away. I try to force my eyes back open but my eye lids are too heavy.
ROLAND'S POV
I come down the marble stairs to the cheering of my Saints. As I come to a stop the cheering dies down and everyone waits for me to speak.
"We have done a great job. The sons of Samedi are done. We are one step closer to owning stillwater. The city will be ours!" I call out and the crowd breaks into a louder cheer as the music comes back on. I walk to the bar and get a drink and make my way to the couch and sit down next to Johnny. We clink our glasses in a toast and down our drinks. A lower level saint quickly gets us a refill and I prop my feet up on the table.
"Whose next" Johnny asks with a grin as I tear my gaze from the ladies working the pole. The Ronin or the brotherhood? The brotherhood will be harder to take down.
"The ronin" I say to Johnny. "We can use their money to get better weapons to take down the brotherhood." Johnny nods accepting my choice and I chug my second drink looking around for my top members of the saints. I find Pierce messing with the stereo. He better not be putting on the classical shit. I take another drink and enjoy the light burn it makes going down my throat. I find Shaundi rolling a blunt and smoking. I see Carlos but he is wondering around alone.
"Have you seen Ashlynn?" I turn and ask Johnny. He shakes his head and I stand and finish my drink dropping it on the table as I go. I make my way through the saints and stop next to Carlos.
"Where is Ashlynn?" I ask him. He looks around and shakes his head.
"She said she would meet me here" Carlos answers me. I continue to scan the crowd looking for her but come up empty. Where the hell is she? I turn and head up the stairs and knock on her door. There is no answer. I push the door open and find her room empty. I make my way down the stairs again and stand at the landing and search the crowd. Carlos walks up to me.
"I can't find her" I tell him. He turns to me.
"Did you check her room? Maybe she is taking a while to get ready?" He asks I nod in answer and I feel a knot building in my stomach. A younger dark haired saint walks up to me and hands me my open phone. I look at him and he shrugs. I press the phone to my ear.
"Yo?" I say in greeting and am shocked when the police chiefs voice answers me.
"I found your sister, we are rushing her to the hospital." My stomach sinks and I wait as he continues. "When we got there she was beaten pretty badly. There was a man at the scene but he took off when we announced out presence." I hang up the phone and relay the conversation to Carlos and Johnny as he walks up. Who ever did this is going to wish he never crossed my path. I grab my keys and hurry to my car with Johnny and Carlos rushing behind me.