Chapter 47
My vision is becoming blurry by the minute and every single building seems to be moving too close to me. I can barely breathe and sweat trickles down my forehead. My throat is as dry as a desert.
My chest feels tight.
This is not the place to faint. One of the men, the head of the group, or so I assume, moves closer to me. His eyes are bloody red and one eye is twitching on and off like a light bulb. Blake is on the other side struggling to get to me and his anger can clearly be detected.
"Don't touch her!" He yells and the man turns to him and laughs, a very terrifying laugh. Then he turns back to me.
"It's either you're the cops or the cops sent you or–"
I cut him off.
"I'm looking for someone."
"Wonderful! Well you can't go through without the code," he bellows and stares down at me keenly.
Damn it! I can't seem to focus on my thoughts and breathing at the same time.
"She's struggling to get some air, give her some space!" Blake grits his teeth. His eyes hold this blue fire that I've never seen before. I've never seen Blake angry, ever!
I point to my car and the rough-faced man steps back, holding on to his gun very well. I open the door with shaky hands, trying to hide my wheezing noise and grab my inhaler, which I had bought two days ago after the attack I had in my room since Blake had my other one.
One breath in... The second and then the third and every thing starts to go back to normal, the buildings slowly move to their places and my chest hurts less. My vision is restored.
When I turn back, nothing has changed. A gun is on my face and the man growls.
"Code!"
I swallow hard.
Okay, Kyrah, you can do this. Try to remember what Roxy said... Code... Code... Code...
"I got it!" I squeak and face the man confidently. He has this grim look on his face and he smirks. The thing is, everyone here uses their surname as the code, including the name of the leader of this place.
"Scar Trent... Your leader is Scar and my friend is Trent... Roxy Trent. Are you Scar?" I mumble quickly.
Every other person with a gun drops it and I can feel the tension ease. The man in front of me takes his scarf off and I can now see his face, the others follow suit.
"Follow me," he grunts.
"Wait, let me talk to him first." I point towards Blake who is now running to me.
"What is this place? Who are these people?" Blake asks as he pulls me into his arms.
"Friends of Roxy–"
"What the–"
"It's a long story. I need you to go back, I can handle this on my own." His eyes bulge and his hand roughly rakes through his hair as he paces from left to right and comes to a halt.
"You don't even know who these men are. I'm not leaving you alone with such kind of a breed of men. You're coming with me!" he orders but I stand my ground.
"No! I know Roxy is here and I'm not going with you!" I snap and this catches him off guard. He blinks rapidly as if he can't believe I just snapped at him.
Are we arguing?
"How sure are you that she's even here anyway?"
"I know so," I say.
Honestly, I don't even know if she's here at all. I'm just holding on to the little hope I have left.
"If she sees you here, she won't hesitate to bite your head off. I'm serious. Please, just leave." I hold his hands, caressing his knuckles with my thumbs.
"Kyrah–"
"Please. I'm sorry we've had this argument. Our first one but atleast just listen to me. I'll be okay," I whisper.
I hope so, because if Roxy isn't here, I don't know what these men might decide to do to me.
"Alright," he quakes, lifting his arms in surrender and moves backwards to his car and I watch as he speeds off. I know he's angry and we'll have to talk about it.
I try dialing Roxy again before approaching the men who are now discussing something in low tones.
She's unreachable. There's no cell service out here.
I blow air out of my mouth.
***
As we walk side by side with the rough-faced man, the others have already gone and we move from the place that looked deserted to a much better spot where there are flowers, color is everywhere and my nerves relax. I turn to him.
"Are you Scar?" I inquire innocently.
"No. I'm Bobby Chase. Code Scar Chase," he thunders "Scar is our leader. Hardly around but he's always watching."
"Oh. I'm Kyrah. Is Roxy...?" my question is answered when we take a corner on our left.
There she is. Sitting outside a trailer looking all weak and pale. Like all the life and color has been drained out of her. She's humming to a song.
Hush! Little baby don't you cry...
She must be having a really hard time and I can't help but feel a lump of guilt growing in my throat.
"Roxy!" my feet are already doing their best to get to her. When she faces me, I gasp.
"Are you crying?" I ask.
"No. I'm having an allergic reaction," she mutters as I sit next to her on a bench.
"To what?" I question.
"Life," she murmurs.
She's still herself, thank God!
She chuckles and I get confused.
"What's funny?"
"I never thought you'd find me or even remember the code." She smiles even with that tear stained face.
"Well I never thought you'd make a bad joke when I found you," I say.
"I know. You probably thought I'd be drunk as hell by now with multiple injuries or half starved to death or maybe I'd have thrown myself off the top floor of a skyscraper–"
A pause.
Then we both high five each other laughing hysterically.
"Honestly the last bit wasn't in my mind. But I am glad you stuck to your promise. You didn't hurt yourself and I am proud of you. Come here." With my arms wide I stand up and we embrace each other in a warm sisterly hug.
"I'm really sorry. Can I make it up to you?" I beg her.
"It's okay, I'm sorry too for running away. Life has to move on and self pity won't help me in any way. That's what Bobby told me. He's a sweet guy. You should get to know him," she says through a sniffle and I stare at her as if she just grew a second head.
"Uhm... They had guns pointed at me and–" oops! Almost forgot, I shouldn't tell her Blake was here, I'm sure her moods would change at the mention of his name. "–Maybe you know him better than I do. Let's get out of here."
"Just a sec," she turns to Bobby who has been standing there quietly observing us, "Bobby... Thanks for everything. For helping me out and giving me a place to stay and those sweet marshmallows really did me good... and the cookies too."
"Don't sweat it. My home is your home. Wolf street is your home," he raises his brows.
"Wait? After all this time I thought this place was called the street of the damned. Was I wrong?" I inquire with a frown.
"The real name is Wolf street. The other one is a nickname." And for the first time he smiles. His teeth are well arranged like tiny pearls in his mouth. He looks less threatening when he smiles and I agree with what Roxy said earlier about him. "Well..." he adjusts his rifle carefully, "You're welcome too Kyrah, and by my authority, your code is... What's your surname?"
My eyes bulge at his words.
"Bailey."
"Your code is Scar Bailey. Any friend of Roxy is welcome here." He cocks his head to the side as if to recall something, "Oh, and Trent, pass my greetings to Vic." And he walks away, his boots stomping on the ground.
As we head to my car, the rest of the men escort us. Their faces looking extremely grim and murderous and the thing I expect least to happen...
"Bye Roxy. We'll miss you. Pass by more often darlin', I hope you feel better soon," one says.
"I'll bake you a cake again next time," another added and my jaw drops.
"My wife and kids will miss you," another concluded.
I blink rapidly in disbelief. She's hugging them all.
It all happened so fast! Just a few minutes ago these men were holding guns and threatening to shoot and here they are, talking about baking cakes.
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