Chapter 19



Lewis’ POV

I couldn’t sleep at all; I just laid in her bad with this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. My chest was tight, like I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs. There was something, something was wrong but I just don’t know what.

Henry pushed the bedroom door open and walked in. “I was thinking about going to Smith’s tomorrow,” he said too casually. I had wanted to go and see him ever since the police let him go the first time but everyone stopped me. With each new girl they pulled out of the canal he was held and questioned but they eventually had to let him go. “You coming?”

I knew it was only a matter of time before he changed his mind, “Finally!” I nodded, there’s no way I was missing out on a chance at talking to him, I needed to get him to tell me where she is.

“Henry, that guy outside the shop earlier, do you think there was something wrong with him?” I couldn’t get his face out of my head.

“Not really. What do you mean something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” I said with a sigh. “It’s just usually when we stop people there’s something there, they feel sorry for us, they look sad or concerned but he was so casual, as if we were discussing the weather.”

Henry shrugged, “I dunno, he probably just didn’t know how to react. Forget it; we need to concentrate on getting Smith talking.” He sneered at his name and turned to leave. “He’s under police surveillance so it won’t be easy, we need to think of something tomorrow. Night.”

“Yeah night.” I sighed and laid back down, staring at the ceiling. Maybe Henry’s right? Maybe I need to stop thinking about people’s reactions and concentrate on Smith!

Sleep was impossible though; I just couldn’t relax at all even though I was exhausted from walking around all day. I grabbed the picture of me and Summer, looking at it was torture but I couldn’t put it down, my eyes were fixed on her perfect face. “Tell me where you are baby,” I whispered, swallowing a lump in my throat. I laughed at myself humourlessly, as if she was going to answer! I took a deep breath and put the picture on my chest, gripping it tight and closed my eyes to try and get some sleep.

“Lewis,” someone shouted, making me jump up. “Breakfast is ready, hurry up, I wanna leave soon,” Henry said through the door.

“Alright.” It was six in the morning, the last time I looked at the clock last night it was four twenty-three, well almost two hours wasn’t that bad. My eyes stung a little and I didn’t have a lot of energy but I didn’t care. I stretched my aching limbs and put our picture back before throwing on some clothes and heading downstairs.

My stomach still felt like it was tied in knots and I could barely eat a thing so I just grabbed extra cereal bars and crisps. Summer’s favourites were still in my bag but I wasn’t going to eat them, she’d go crazy. I remember when I ate her last pink marshmallow; I paid for that one for a week! “Where are you two going today?” Dawn asked me and Henry as we were walking out the door. She looked so pale, dark circles framed her blood shot eyes, I don’t think she sleeps a lot either and I know she hates having to stay here all the time but someone needs to in case Summer calls or comes home.

“Back to the forest and then we’ll probably hit another street and speak to some people,” Henry replied calmly. No one else knew where we were going, they would only try and talk us out of it.

She nodded and swiped a tear from her face, the same way Summer does, “Right, okay. Keep in touch then and be careful.” We both nodded and got in his car, heading for David Smith’s house.

“So...plan?” I questioned Henry. I guess we should plan something although all I wanted to do was go in there, beat him until he tells us where she is and then rip his head off.

He scratched his jaw, “Err, no. You?”

“No,” I said shaking my head and sighing. The closer we got to his house the angrier I became. I hated him with everything I had but I knew I had to control myself when we got there, I want to kill him but we need him to talk. “You think we could sneak in or something?”

“Yeah maybe. We’d make s*it robbers,” he said, laughing humourlessly. I smiled weakly and tried to ignore that feeling in my stomach that just wouldn’t leave and what scared me the most was that I didn’t know if it meant something.

We parked the car along the road so he wouldn’t see from his house and watched. “I don’t see the police,” Henry said, looking up and down the road.

“That’s the point Henry!” I shook my head and looked back at his house. I clenched my jaw and felt every muscle in my body tense. He was standing outside picking up a newspaper. I had planned to keep calm but seeing him made me so angry I just wanted to rip his f*cking head off! I jumped out of the car and started running towards him.



Summer’s POV

At around lunch time I forced myself to get out of bed; I needed something to take my mind off what he did. “Hi,” I said quietly, sitting down next to Poppy and wrapped my arms around my legs. Rose was making lunch and humming to herself.

“Hi, you alright?” she whispered. I shook my head and pushed away the image of his face above me. “We’re going to have lunch and watch Titanic.” She smiled enthusiastically, sensing that I needed to talk about anything else.

I tried to smile back but I don’t think it worked, “Sounds good.”

Heather was sitting on the other sofa staring at the floor with wide eyes. I looked to Poppy and then back at Heather. “She’s not said a word all morning and she won’t talk or listen to us,” Poppy whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip and tried not to cry again. I remembered how I felt when I first got down here, it wasn’t that different to how I feel now but I remember the shock and disbelief. I moved to the sofa she was sitting on, leaving a small gap between us, I didn’t want to get too close. “What’s your name?”

She looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, tears staining her cheeks and messy hair; I guess I look the same. “Louise,” she whispered in a hoarse voice.

“I’m Summer.” She opened her mouth to say something but shook her head, she probably had the same thousand questions I had at the beginning and didn’t know which one to ask first. I wanted to tell her everything would be okay like Rose and Poppy did for me but I didn’t want to lie to her.

She inhaled deeply and shook her head. “What does he want?”

“I think the perfect family.”

“He’s f*cked up!” I nodded in agreement, she has no idea just how f*cked up. “What did he do to you last night?” I dropped my gaze to the floor and tensed my stomach muscles so I wouldn’t be sick. I wasn’t expecting that question. “He r*ped you didn’t he?” I forced myself to nod my head. She gasped and started crying.

She continued questioning me and all I wanted to do was run back to the bedroom and never come out but I couldn’t leave her, I felt like she was the only one down here that still thought and felt like me, she needed me as much as I needed her. “There’s four of us and only one of him though,” she said as I told her about the last Heather.

I smiled a little at that, I think she’ll definitely help me do something to him so we could all escape, for the first time in a long time I felt hopeful. “Rose and Poppy don’t want to, or wont so really it was just me.”

“And now me.” She smiled back and looked hopeful herself. “We can poison him,” she said, smiling at her suggestion as if it was going to be easy.

I shook my head, “We don’t know that he’ll definitely die down here, we couldn’t use much or he’d smell and taste it so we’d have to do it over a few days but then there’s no guarantee he’ll die down here, then we’re locked down here to eventually starve to death.” I’ve thought about this a lot; the only way is to kill him down here. Stab him with something or smash something over his head. We would need to be careful and make sure it was done first time, he’s strong and I don’t know how Rose and Poppy would react.

She took a few minutes to take that in and was about to say something but Rose called us for lunch. I sat at the table but I couldn’t eat a thing, I still felt so sick and I was practically shaking I was so scared of him coming back down here. I tried not to think about it as they silently ate their soup, I thought of a thousand different things that I had done with Lewis, like going on picnics, paintballing, movies, dinners and one of my favourite memories is when we went to the beach, wrapped a blanket around us and ate chips as the sun set behind the sea.

Rose and Poppy started cleaning up so me and Louise, or Heather, sat back on the sofa. My body was starting to ache where I was tensing my muscles too much but as hard as I tried I just couldn’t relax even a little bit. Louise was about to say something but they came back over and joined us on the sofa so we could spend the day watching movies, again.

I sat there staring at the clock; he would be here any minute. My skin started to crawl again at the thought of him being near me. As usual Rose and Poppy we’re finishing making dinner, I couldn’t help again, I could barely move.

Louise turned to me, “They said he comes down for dinner so we’ll do it then, we’ll both grab something and hit him as hard as we can with it,” she whispered, watching Rose and Poppy to make sure they couldn’t hear.

“What? No! We have to actually plan this properly, we can’t just hit him!”

She frowned angrily, “This is a plan.”

I started to panic; we couldn’t just hit him, that’s got girls killed in the past and I wanted to get out of here alive, not in a body bag! “You don’t get it, he’s strong and he’s not stupid. I don’t think Rose and Poppy will help so we actually need to plan where we’ll both be, what we’ll hit him with and when we’ll do it,” I said frantically, pleading with my eyes for her to listen to me. She hasn’t seen him murder anyone yet but I have, too many times.

The cellar door opened and I froze. He walked down the stairs casually, holding a bunch of Heather in his hand. “Good evening flowers,” he said cheerfully, as if nothing was wrong with this situation. I unconsciously moved further away from him and I think Poppy noticed because she came over and stood beside me.

I kept looking between Louise and him. I needed to know where he was, I couldn’t have him near me but I also needed to try and make eye contact with Louise to tell her not to try this now. She nodded at me and stood with her hand hovering beside a vase. S*it that wasn’t going to work, the glass was too thin! I doubt it would be enough to kill him. My eyes went wide and my heart started to beat too fast, I shook my head and held my breath.

“Summer,” Louise said, trying to get me to grab something and hit him too. I felt sick, this wasn’t going to work, she’s going to ruin everything and get herself killed. She looked away from me and just as he turned around so he was facing away from her she grabbed it and smashed it over his head.

Rose and Poppy screamed as glass shattered and he stumbled forward. I started to shake in fear again and pressed my back against the wall, this was all too much. Poppy clung to Rose; they were both scared, huddled together in the corner of the kitchen.

A single tear fell down my cheek and I looked at Louise terrified as he very slowly straightened up and turned around. His eyes, hard and cold, fixed on her.

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Sorry I kinda ran out of time to write so you'll have to wait to see what happens next!!! Silly Louise/Heather hey!

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