Chapter 18

Chapter eighteen

Wenn, Fay and I approach a two story, manor looking building. Both Wenn and I stop, astonished. Fay, probably used to being locked up in this house, doesn't hesitate as she walk across the darken lawn of her yard, first checking to make sure Greg wasn't here. He wasn't.

"Come on boys." she calls back to us. "My room is on the ground floor and my window's open."

Wenn and I look at each other. We shrug and continue behind her. 

So okay, when Fay said her room was on the ground floor, ground floor for her doesn't necessarily mean giving her a foot boost and she'll be in, like for most houses. For Fay, her house contains more like a shoulder boost. 

Wenn let out an exaggerated whistle.

"This is the ground floor window? Damn, what kind of bills are you paying?"

"I don't want  to know." Fay mutters. 

I look back up at the out of reach window, she expected to sneak into. 

"That's way to high to be the ground floor." I state. "And how the hell did you jump out from there, assuming that you did." 

Fay shrugged. 

"I just did." 

I rolled my eyes. 

"Okay, is there a backdoor? Since Greg's not here, don't you have a key?" 

"Or a secret passage way?" Wenn added. 

Fay and I both glared at him. 

He just laughs. 

"Come on, look at this place, It's huge! There's gotta be some kind of lair somewhere right?" 

Again I roll my eyes. 

"Do you have a house key?" I ask Fay. 

Fay turned away, somewhat embarrassed by her answer. 

"No. Greg said I had no use for one." 

Again another eye roll. I'm on a roll today. 

"So you're telling me there is no other way to get inside this house without getting caught by your d********g fiance then to go through this out of reach window?" 

Fay nodded shyly, probably noting how ridiculous all this seems to be. 

"Well damn." 

I look back up at the window.

"Fine, get on my shoulders." I order. 

I crouch down. She does as told.

"Now Wenn, you hold her hand, keep her steady so she doesn't fall." 

Wenn does as told. 

"Okay, Fay, try to slowly stand up, and I beg you please don't destroy my spine." 

Fay chuckles nervously. 

"Also, don't fall." I add. 

I watch her make a mental note of that. 

Fay slowly eases up until she's got one foot firmly implanted on my shoulder and the other foot half way there. She takes her time trying to balance herself, which is good. The last thing I need is her fall and forgetting everything all over again. That would be incredibly unfortunate. Not to mention ironic.

Wenn, as instructed, helps steady her by letting go of her hand then gripping onto her bare, tanned legs. A tight, clenched feeling knotted in my stomach at the thought, but I forced myself to ignore it.

Fay hands had just reached the rim of her window when bright headlights poor over the yard. A black Lexus drove in and in that instant, we all knew that that was Greg. 

To make matters worse, in seeing it, Wenn jumped back, leaving stability to the hands of a frozen Fay. Fay, with the panic radiating out of her, kept one white knuckled grip on the rim of her window, while the other one hand just dangled by her side. And I don't know about you, but my back was killing me. 

We heard the car door shut. The sound of dangling keys. 

"I need to get inside." Fay whispered to herself. 

I nodded, agreeing. 

"Come one Wenn!" I hissed. 

Snapping out of it, he took his post. 

"Okay." I tell Fay. "You need to pull yourself up. We'll push you up from down here." 

Fay nodded numbly. 

In truth, Fay looked to scared to even move anymore.

I assume now that Greg is now opening the front door. 

Fay, tried to pull herself up, but like I predicted, it was all in vain. 

"I..." she stuttered. "I can't do it. My hands are numb." 

I can hear Greg calling Fay from through her window. He must be inside now. 

"Don't give up, just try. We'll try to do all the heavy lifting from down here." 

Wenn looks at me and I nod. 

As shortly planned, we grab each of her feet and as fast and steady as we can we push her up. Her stomach, is on the rim now, an her head is half way in. 

"Fay!" I here Greg howl.

I try not to think too hard of the fact that I'm practically sneaking an innocent back into hell." 

It kills me. It really does. 

Fay is half way in now, and we've pushed her up as high as we could go. We watch as Fay disappears from sight, into the window but before Fay is able to shut the window behind her, the loudest, most cruelest voice vibrates both inside and out. 

"Where the hell have you been, huh?!" 

Fay's tiny voice timidly answers. 

"With a friend." 

"With a friend?!!!" Greg bellows. 

"What friend? Who the hell do you call friend that I don't know about?!!" 

Surprisingly, Fay voice comes a bit bolder this time, confident. 

"Dominic." 

With that, the most sickening sound I have ever heard in my entire 26 years of life, resonates out the window. Two sounds actually. A loud slap, and very small yelp. 

"He slapped her." I murmurer, my eyes wide, almost crazed. "That b*****d slapped her." 

Rage now boiled my words. He slapped Fay, my Fay? Oh hell no. 

I'm about yell out to the jack a*s, f*****g break every single door and window in this mansion. 

But Wenn holds me back. 

I wanna punch him. I've never wanted to punch anybody so badly before. 

"Wenn let me go." I seethe quietly. My eyes narrowed. "Let me go!" 

"No dude." he tells me. "I don't want to go to jail, and I bet niether do you."

"F**k jail." I tell him. 

If he ever put his hands on Fay, leave some kind of mark on Fay...

"I'll kill him." I finished my thought. 

The words surprise me, but they feel good. 

"Yeah, I'll kill him." 

I'm smiling now as Wenn pulls me back, further away from her window. 

"Do you hear that Greg! I'll kill --" 

But Wenn now has his hands covering my mouth. 

I don't care though, feelings wash through me fiercely forcing me to just go numb and allow Wenn to drag me back. 

There's one thing I know though. 

Wenn's driving.