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“Makes sense,” Nathan said, nodding his head. “Demolish the house and build a new one,” I chuckled, looking over my shoulder at the house of memories.
“If it were only that easy,” I said, turning, making my way to the gate. Nathan followed behind.
“Hey,” Nathan said, grabbing my attention just as I threw my leg over my bike. “Thank you”
I smile “Yeah, I’ll be in touch” he rolled his eyes.
“I’m sure you will,” he said, getting in his car.
Following Nathan out, I take one more glance at the house before it disappears behind the hill.
Getting to the gate, I watch Nathan drive off. I jumped off my bike jogging over to the gate. I twist the chains and close the lock, listening for the click to know it’s secure. After hearing the click, I drop the lock and chain. I jump on my bike and head off without looking back.
Chapter Four
Issac
Pulling into the garage, I noticed almost all the bikes were gone and everything was eerily quiet. Where the fuck did everyone go?
I parked by bike and kicked out the stand. I stood up, taking my helmet off hanging it from the handlebars.
“Yo!” I shouted as I opened the garage door. Nobody was in there. I looked around, trying to figure out where everyone could’ve disappeared to, then I saw it. A bloody handprint on the door that leads to the clubhouse. I quickly pulled my gun out, turning the safety off.
I slowly approach the door. It was slightly cracked open. I raised my gun and nudge it open, peering inside. Slowly, I walked in, looking everywhere around me. The place had been completely destroyed. Tables tipped over, chairs scattered around and the floor was sparkling from shattered glass from the bar.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself. As I stepped into the club area slowly, the glass crunched beneath my boot. The door to the club’s meeting room was open. Making my way over, I peered inside and what I saw made my stomach turn.
A raven laid across the table, with its wings spread and a dagger through its chest. Squinting, I notice the symbol on the handle of the dagger. A raven. Our club’s symbol.
“No, no, no. Delilah!? Doll!?” I shouted, running back into the club area. I frantically look around. “Del!? Doll!?” I shout again. Still no answer. I dart through the mess of tables and chairs and head up the stairs. Kicking through every door, checking every room from top to bottom, I panic.
Running back downstairs. I head for the storage closet, hoping someone is hidden in there. Just as I turn the corner, the back entrance door caught my eye as it was slightly open. I tip toed towards it and nudge it open. A trail of blood led out. I pull my pistol back out and follow the trail.
The crimson trail led me towards the wooden shed, where my parent’s car sits. One of the large wooden doors was cracked open. I walked closer and saw the bloody handprint on the outside. Quickly pulling the door open, I scanned the inside. Behind the car, I saw heeled boots laying on the floor. No. I ran down the length of the car towards the back.
Doll sat up against the bumper, her legs stretch out in front of her. Blood surrounding her. Her hands press against her abdomen.
“No, no, no. Hey, hey!” I shout at her, grabbing her face. Her breaths were labored. Her eyelids fluttered open. “Doll, look at me please,” I said, holding her head in one hand and fumbling around in my pockets with the other looking for my phone.
“I-Issac” she wheezed.
“I’m calling for help. It’s gonna be okay,” I quickly say while dialing 911. As soon as the operator picked up, I shouted the address and begged them to hurry.
“Issac” Doll said louder. One of her hands grabbed onto the hand that was holding her face. Looking at her, she smiles and gives me that look.
“No, don’t you fucking dare give me that look. They’ll be here in less than five minutes. Don’t you fucking dare,” I spat.
“She needs you,” she whispered, “They have her” My heart dropped. “I tried,” she wheezed. Tears pool in my eyes and threaten to slip. I go to speak, but she stops me.
“Promise me. Promise me you’ll bring her home” I can feel my heart in my throat. Sirens began echoing in the distance. “Issac. Promise me”
I look into her eyes and nod. “I promise,” I whisper. The dam holding my tears had broke.
She tries to take a deep breath and sighs. She lightly pats my hand. “Good. Now, go and bring our girl home” she nodded, leaning her head back against the bumper closing her eyes.
“Hey, hey! No! Open your eyes!” I scream. She doesn’t respond. “Fuck!” I scream. Letting her go, I grab my gun and stand up quickly. “Fuck!” I scream again. Kneeling back down, I give her a kiss on her forehead.
The sirens echoed through the walls. I jump up, grab my gun, tucking it into my jeans, and run back through the clubhouse to the garage parking lot where the paramedics are.
