Free Ann H by Unknown

Reed’s clothing, shoes,
and ran to the door, stopping to give a hard kick to one of the guys who was
still there. “Bastard.”
    “Jennifer!” Reed yelled.
    She rushed out, skidding to a stop next to
him. On the ground were the other men that came with the ambush. “What took you
so long?”
    He grinned, took the jeans, and yanked
them on. They both turned to see a dark van peel out of the driveway. Reed was
the first to break off and run to Brent’s cabin. Jennifer was right behind him
and stopped or more like bumped into his back. Inside the place was a mess.
    “What happened in here?” she whispered.
    The whole place was trashed. Furniture was
turned over, broken, and windows smashed. Clearly one hell of a fight took
place here. Jennifer brushed past Reed to go further into the room. There had
been a huge fight in here and Brent didn’t come out a winner.
    “I need to talk to your father again,”
Reed said.
    Jennifer swung around with a frown on her
face. “Why?”
    “Because he knows something.” He turned,
headed out and she was right behind him. She had to jog to keep up.
    “What do you think he knows?”
    “That’s what we’re going to find out.” He
got into the truck, felt under the seat and brought out an extra set of keys.
Keeping her mouth shut, Jennifer sat in the passenger seat.
    Reed drove fast so it didn’t take them
long to go back to her home. However, what she saw once they got close had her
speechless. The home in which she grew up was on fire.
    “Oh, my God!” she gasped, covering her
mouth with her hand.
    Jennifer couldn’t believe what she saw.
Her home was in flames. Before the truck even stopped, she had the door open
and was jumping from it.
    “Jennifer, wait!” Reed yelled.
    But she couldn’t wait. Her father might be
in there. “Dad!” she screamed.
    She couldn’t get close to the house or
even up to the driveway for that matter. Intense heat waved out to her,
stopping Jennifer in her tracks. She saw his car in the drive and knew without
a doubt that her father was still inside.
    “Dad!” she yelled again, looking around
with a small amount of hope that he wasn’t inside.
    Fear gripped her hard, and with the thick
smoke she didn’t think she could breathe. She was so worried that he was still
in the house and just about gave up when her eye caught an outline on the
ground that didn’t match the rest of the yard. She took off in a run, she
headed for it and lost her cool when she discovered it was her father.
    “Oh shit, Dad!” She rolled him over to his
back and wanted to throw up. His face was badly beaten. She cradled his head in
her lap, tears blinding her. Reed joined her and she looked up at him, “What’s
going on here?”
    “I don’t know.” He shook his head,
reaching for her father. He pressed fingers at his throat, sighed, and shook
his head.
    “No!” she sobbed, lowering her own face to
his, crying.
    “I’m sorry, Jennifer,” Reed said gently.
“He’s gone.”
    She cried, fisting her hands into her
father’s chest wishing like hell that this was nothing more than a bad
nightmare.
    “You hear that?” Reed asked.
    She looked up, sniffed, and shook her
head. He frowned and began to search her father. “What are you doing?”
    “There’s a phone ringing.” He brought out
a cell phone that sure enough was ringing.
    She held her breath, waiting to see who
was on the other end.
    “Who the hell is this?” Reed demanded.
    Jennifer still frowned, shook her head,
and tried to get Reed to tell her who might be on the phone.
    “Wait!” he yelled. “Shit,” closing the
phone he looked back at her. “Those bastards have Brent again, and it also
looks like they have my friend, Brandon.”
    “What?”
    “Yeah and this time they have sold them,”
he went on. “Motherfucker!”
    “I don’t understand.”
    Reed rubbed his face, took a deep breath,
and reached for her hand. “Someone is selling us as sex slaves. Males only. I
don’t know