Chapter 23 I Miss You So Far

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Peyton's P.O.V
I was sitting in the car, waiting for Rachel. Waiting for hell. I was filling with anxiety and I felt like I was going to pass out. And I pass out...

I flutter my eyes open and realize I'm lying in bed. In my old bed, in my old house. I sit up in shock and hit my head on the bunk above me.

"Shit!" I yell rubbing my forehead.

The door quickly opens, revealing a grinning witch, Rachel. She was holding a knife.

Gerard's P.O.V
I thought of who could've done this. I tried to think of someone that could hate my children so much that they would do this. The only person I could think of was Peyton's old foster mom but she was locked up.

We went back to the police station after Lindsey convinced me that I wouldn't be able to find her on my own.

"Do you have any idea of who could've abducted her?" The officer asked me.

"The only person I can think of is Rachel McCoy. She was Peyton's old foster mother, she abused her. But she's in prison." I answer, with anger taking over my body.

"Rachel McCoy. Alright, I'm going to go do some research and I'll be right back." The officer said, with no emotion.

I sit in the seat staring at the wall. Thinking about Peyton and how I broke my promise for the millionth time. I keep telling her that I'll never let anyone hurt her but they always do. I don't deserve her as a child. She deserves someone that can protect her, something that I can't do.

"Excuse me, Mr.Way." The officer says.

"Yes." I say, with a poker face.

"Rachel McCoy was not proven guilty and was released from prison a month ago."

"Thank you." I say, wide eyed.

I slowly stand up and begin to run. I looked at my phone and tried to find the email that social services sent me. It had both Rachel's addresses. She had a house in Jersey and La.

"Gerard?" Lindsey asks as I run past her.

"I'll be back soon." I say, looking back and seeing Bandit asleep in Mikey's arms and Lindsey standing next to them.

I jump in my car and drive faster than I ever had, full of rage. Houses ripped by me until I reached a familiar house. Rachel's house. I stop my car and run to the front door. I violently shake it but it was locked. I put my ear up to the door, interested in anything I could hear.

Don't kill me please!

Rachel was going to kill her. I run to the nearest window so I could try to get in. As I'm running I pull out my phone and begin to call 911. No service. Damn it.

I'm doing this on my own.

I pick up a rock an throw it at the window. The glass cracks and immediately shatters. I jump through the window and follow the screams.

I reach the living room where I find Peyton with a knife to her throat.

Peyton's P.O.V
I keep helplessly screaming for Rachel not to kill me. I knew she was a bad person but I didn't think she was like this.

I hear glass smash and I immediately think it's one of her associates. I hear footsteps moving closer and closer. I look up and see Gerard. I didn't believe it at first. I was so happy for one second but then I realized, Rachel wanted to kill him more than me.

"Run!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Shut up." Rachel hisses as she slaps me in the face.

"Stop!" Gerard says beginning to charge at her.

"No!" I cry, knowing she was going to hurt him.

"This is what I've always wanted to do." Rachel smirks, before taking the knife away from my throat.

I scream and cry as she charges back at Gerard, knife in hand.

I watch and everything seems to be going in slow motion. Then in a split second, I see what would be the last thing I would ever want to see, Gerard getting stabbed.

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