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.
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.
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.