Jack

It was the next morning, and I started over at Alex and Lisa’s house last night, nothing new there. I didn’t get any sleep last night, I just stayed up sitting in the dark on the couch. I missed her. I couldn’t get her off my mind. Just thinking, she’s most likely hurt. All alone, scared, and just wishing for someone to comfort her. I’m normally that person. But I can’t, not today. Not till we find her. It killed me to not have her here with me, all cuddled up to my side as I have my arms around her, watching how innocent she looks as she was sleeping. I’m in love with her, dammit! I need her. My thoughts were broken when I felt an arm around my shoulder, I jumped at bit and looked to my side and saw that it was Alex. He looked like he was up all night as well, also looks like he was crying. He gave me a small, sad smile.

“I miss her, Lex.” I spoke softly.

“I know. So do I. But we have to be hopeful. We will find her, and when we do, we will protect her with all we can.” He matched my soft tone.

“It’s all my fault….I could have just asked her to come inside with me and this never would have happened. She would-” He cut me off.

“Jack, stop it right there. None of this is your fault. Keith is a sick, sick human being. You saw the look he gave us when we walked about Layla. But we have one thing he doesn’t. That’s love. We have love for other people, we have love being returned to us. He’s too sinister to understandable that Layla has people out here who actually care about her. Who actually love her. Jack, we will find her. Trust me.” I nodded my head, and felt a few tears trail down my cheeks. I fell into the embrace of my best friend and he held me till I was okay again. Well, the best I could be in a situation like this.

A few hours past and everyone was in the living room of Alex and Lisa’s house. By everyone, I mean everyone. Alex, Lisa, Kaitlin, Zack, Rian, Chris, Jasper, Brent, and I. Giving the fact even a few cops were here to talk to us.

“So, like you all know, Keith did admit to taking Layla. As well as the rape of her. But he will not tell us where he has her hidden, or if he has already killed her. If he did, he still won’t tell us where her body is.” One officer spoke. I put a hand over my mouth and put my head down as I tried to hold back my tears that were rimming my eyelids. Which wasn’t working out very well, seeing as they were falling pretty hard, as everyone else’s tears were as well.

“But, Mr. Barakat.” The female officer spoke. I shot my head up and looked at her. “He is requesting to speak to you. Which is the main reason we are here. He would like to personally speak to you, and he has agreed to let all the words that are being said, be put on the record. So, if he tells you where Layla is, we will be able to fully arrest him and throw him in prison.”

“Then we have to go now!” I spoke as I jumped up from the couch.

“You can ride in one of our cars, you can’t be driving in this state.” She spoke. I nodded my head in understanding.

“I’ll be back later guys. Hopefully with good news.” I spoke looking to my family, that was not my real family, but felt like it. They all nodded their heads, not able to form words through their tears, which I understand. I followed the female officer out of the house and over to her car, whereas the other two officers stayed inside the house. She opened the front passenger seat for me, and I nodded a thank you to her. She walked around the car and got in the driver’s seat and drove off.

“So, how long have you know Layla?” She asked me as she drove down the road.

“Almost four months.” I said quietly.

“How long have you two been dating?”

“I have liked him for almost the whole time I knew her. We just started dating on her eighteenth birthday, which was a few days ago.”

“Well you seem to really care about her.” She said with a smile.

“I can’t help but care about her. I’m in love with her.” I continued my soft tone, as I put my hands on my face. She reached over and put her hand on my arm.

“Don’t worry, we will find her.” I lifted my head up and gave her a small, sad smile. The rest of the car ride to the police station was pretty quick and quiet. We both got out of the car and walked into the station. “Follow me and when we get to the questioning room he is being held in. You can just got right in. We will be right behind the window, looking it to make sure nothing happens, and we will be able to hear every word, that both of you say.”

“If he tells me where she is, I’m going with you guys to get her. She will be less reluctant to come with us if I’m there.” I spoke as we reached a questioning room door.

“Okay. That’s understandable, but as soon as he says it. I’m going to need you to walk out of the room quickly that way we can get there as soon as possible.” She spoke. I nodded my head and she opened the room door. I slowly stepped in and locked eyes with Keith. He had the smirk of a devil on his face. I timidly walked over to the chair that sat across from him, and took my seat and looked straight into his eyes.

“Well, well, well. I didn’t think you would come.” He spoke as he leaned forward so he was a little bit closer to me. I kept my eyes on him and glared at him.

“You really think I would pass up a chance to get you to tell me where my girlfriend is?” I spoke.

“I was hoping you would come, actually. But, I will not be telling you where she is. Not anytime soon.”

“Why not?”

“Because, she’s my little toy. Has been since the first day I stepped into the house as her Mother’s boyfriend. Want to know a little secret?”

“Tell me.”

“I never liked her Mom. I have been following Layla around since she was a toddler. I saw all four of them, her Mom, Dad, brother, and her, in a store when she was about the age of eight. I knew she would grow up to be a fine woman. And I was right. She’s a pretty good fuck, too.” He spoke, never letting the smirk leave his face. I felt my blood start to boil inside me, and I just wanted to reached across this table right now and kill him with my bare hands.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because, it’s fun. Plus, Layla is a nice peice of ass, I’m sure you know that by now. Oh wait, you haven’t fucked her yet, have you?”

“First off, I would never fuck Layla. I would make love to her if anything. Also, how is it fun? How is it fun hurting other people? How it is fun raping her?”

“The fucking is the best part about it. She struggles to get away, I watch as she cries for me to stop. It’s a little kink of mine I have.”

“You’re a sick human being.” I spat at him.

“And you’re nothing but a love-sick puppy.” He chuckled.

“At least I have people who care about me. A family who actually wants me around instead of throwing me out the day I turned sixteen.” Yeah, I got bored laying in the dark last night, I did a little digging into his past.

“Ah, using the family card. Nice one kid.”

“You know it’s true. Your family wants nothing to do with you being you’re sick. Layla’s not the first and you know it. You have done this before. Remember Carrie? Or Melody? Oh, and we can’t forget about Rebecca.” I spat. “You started stalking young girls at the age of thirteen. You committed your first rape at the age of fifteen.” By this time I was really pissed off, I was seeing nothing but red.

“Wow, you did some homework, haven’t you? Ah, Carrie. She was my first. Was already my best until Layla. Too bad she’s going to die in that basement, having no food or water.” He spoke. There it is. He just told us Layla is alive.

“So she is still alive?”

“Oh yes, I don’t kill them. Well, not anymore at least. Haven’t killed them since my last girl, Rebecca but I’m sure you know that. I let her go on a promise she wouldn’t tell anyone. She broke the promise though, and went straight to the cops. I have to get out of California because of that. That’s why we had to come here to Baltimore. But, you and your little friends got in the way of all my fun. You got in the way of my little toy. But, I always get what I want, and Layla is what I want.” He ended with a chuckle. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and brought him closer to my as I stood up.

“Tell me where she is, dammit!” I screamed into his face. He just laughed and shook his head. I dropped him back onto his chair as I fell back onto mine, feeling tears brimming my eyelids again. “Please just tell me.” My voice was a lot softer this time.

“Ha. I was right. You are weak.” He chuckled. I broke down into full on sob as I put my face in my hands. “I didn’t think you were that weak.” His voice was becoming softer as well.

“I’m not fucking weak. I’m in love with the girl! I need her to fucking survive! She makes me happy. She’s perfect in every fucking way possible. I fucking need her.” I spoke through my tears. A moment of silence fell over us for a good three minutes. I was about to just give up talking to him and walk out the door, but I was stopped as his voice spoke.

“You really do love her, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded my head as I looked up and met his eyes. “Two miles away. Brooks road. There is a house at the end of the road, a light green-ish color, owned by a buddy of mine. He should be at work right now. The door should be unlocked. Go down the hallway, first door on your right, if you open it you will see a set of stairs. Light switch will be on the left when you open the door. She’s down the steps.” I stood up and walked over to the door without another word. I walked out the door and the cops looked at me as I shut the door behind me.

“You did it. Let’s go get your girl.” The female one said as she smiled at me. We walked outside and made our way to the police car we drove here in. A good five other cops were following our movements as we sped down the road with the sirens blaring. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked on Alex’s contact. He picked up on the first ring.

“Jack? How did it go?” His voice spoke with a rushed sound.

“Brooks road. Little green house at the end of the road. We are on our way there now. Meet us there.” I spoke.

“We are all on our way.” He replied then we both hung up the phone. The rest of the drive was silent. We got there at the same time as everyone else. I jumped out of the car and rushed to the house door, being followed by two cops, and Alex. I pushed the door open with such force I almost broke it off the hinges. Once I was in the house, I saw a hallway so I made my way over to it, walking this time, as I didn’t want to scare her if she was really down stairs. I saw the door Keith told me about, and I opened it, seeing there was a staircase in front of me. I looked to my left and saw the light switch. I turned it on, and the sounds of crying filled my ears. I knew who those sobbs belonged to. I made my way down the stairs, careful not to fall. Alex and the two cops were right behind me. That’s when I saw her.

“Layla?” I spoke softly. Her head shot up at the sound of my voice. She was so beaten. She had dry blood on her as well.

“Jack!” She basically screamed as she broke down in tears again. I ran over to where she was and fell to the ground next to her and I broke her onto my lap and into my embrace. I held onto her tightly as she tightened her grip around me as well. Alex was soon by our side. I saw he had tears trailing from his cheeks, as I knew I did as well.

“You did it Jack. You found her.” The female cop spoke from behind us.

“There was no doubt in my mind he wouldn’t find her. Love makes us do crazy things. No matter the consequence.” Alex chuckled as he rubbed one of his eyes with his sleeve.

Notes

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This is the type of chapter that comes out of my mind when I watch to many crime shows...

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