True Crime by Brooke Kinsley

Author:Brooke Kinsley [Kinsley, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

ETTA

Daylight.A strong hand.The sensation that I was being torn from my seat. I opened my eyes and couldn't see for the searing sunlight that was blinding me. My head was pounding from dehydration and my limbs were weak.

There was a grip on my wrist and I recognized the rough skin immediately. The old man was pulling me from the car with such force I couldn’t keep my balance or even catch my breath. I tumbled out onto the ground with dust flying into my mouth and the skin being ripped from my knees as he dragged me.

"Bitch! I've been looking everywhere for you. You really thought you could escape me? Me!"

He kicked me hard in the ribs and I yelped, rolling over clutching my side. More sand entered my mouth and I coughed, my chest feeling as though it was on fire. As my vision came into focus, I looked up at him. His face was hidden by the shade, the sun around him like an aura of fire. But still, I could see the worry in his eyes. He wasn't just angry with me for escaping. There was something else.

"Where is she?" he asked. "Why have you got my granddaughter’s car?"

I tried to speak but couldn't. All I could do was cough.

What time is it? I thought. How long was I asleep in the back of that car?

"Where is she?"

He kicked me again and this time I heard a crack.

"Where is she!"

"I don't know!" I cried.

In the moment, I was too confused, too thirsty to understand who he was talking about it. It wasn't until he gripped my hair and began dragging me through the dirt that I had a vision of the girl's body beneath the tree, her blood pooling around her body as her face fell open.

Something red came into view and I heard the rumble of the tractor's engine. A bark sounded and I looked up to see my old friend, that damn skinny dog that got me into all this trouble in the first place.

It looked happy to see me and jumped on my face, licking the dust from my cheeks as I fell onto the seat.

"Down boy," said the old man and the dog obeyed him. "You get down there."

I didn't realize he was talking to me until he slapped the back of my head.

"Get down there!"

He pointed to a pile of rags beneath the seat and before I could move, he was already pushing me down and covering me with sacs and cloths until I couldn’t breathe and there was nothing but stale, musty air covering my nose and mouth.

"No! Let me go!"

"Silencio!"

He kicked me again, his steel toe capped boot connecting with my hip.

The tractor was kicked into life and began traversing the rocky landscape. Up above me, I could hear the dog barking happily and the old man's voice soothing it back into silence.

I tried to cry but couldn't.

~

There was the sound of animals, the scratching of chicken feet and the distant guttural moan of a cow.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.