blush (Westbrook Series) by Mitzi Vaughn Page B

mind on this son of a bitch. 
    "Two o'clock."  The phone went dead.
    Brandon looked up at Missy and she was as white as a
ghost.  When Mark saw the concern on Brandon's face, he turned his gaze toward
Missy also.  "Missy did you recognize the voice?"  Mark asked
realizing she probably had.
    "Yes.  It...It was him, my father."
    "Are you sure?"  Chloe questioned coming
to Missy's side for support.
    Mark's phone went off so he stepped out to take the
call.  "Let me see if this is new information."
    "Yes.  He always called me Little Miss.  I
thought it was a cute nickname he had for me until he got hammered one night
and told me it really meant little mistake.  He said I had ruined his
life."
    Brandon fisted his hair.  "I am going
to.."
    "No Brandon.  We have to stay cool." 
Missy turned to Mark as he walked back into the room.  "He said he would
kill my mother.  I thought she was out of state in a rehab." 
    "Missy that call was...your mom disappeared
from the rehab this morning.  They have searched the entire property."
    Missy started to sob.  When she composed herself
somewhat, she whimpered, "I guess we better not make any mistakes
then."

Chapter 23
    Missy stood in front of the building she once lived
in waiting for her father to appear.  She wondered if she would even recognize
him.  When she saw a white van slowly coming her way, she spotted him in the
driver's seat.   At that moment, all of the horrible shit he put her through
came rushing back.
      Action.
    He pulled up and told her to get in.  Oh no!  They
hadn't planned for this.  
    "I want to see mom first."  She knew by
stalling, the police would have time to respond to the change of plans.  They
were monitoring the exchange through the microphone under her shirt. 
    "Don't fuck with me.  Get in the damn
car."
    "I will.  I promise, but I need to make sure
you haven't already killed her."  She was unemotional.  She had to be.
    Her father pressed a button and the back slider door
slowly started opening.  Her mother was in the back with her hands tied behind
her back, her feet bound, and silver tape on her mouth.  Missy could tell she
had been crying because she had black makeup running down her face.  Missy
grimaced at the sight then slowly climbed into the back with her mother. 
    "Why are you doing this?"
    "Shut the fuck up!"
    Missy sat in the back trying to soothe her mother
who had resumed weeping again.  Please let them come and save us.  I can't
take this much longer.  She knew the cops were nearby, but she had already
spent as much time as she could stand with her delusional father when she was
younger.  He had that same familiar angry smirk on his face.  His hair was
completely gray now and he had wrinkles around his mouth from the years of
smoking.
    "Is this all for meth?"
    "I said shut up!  You don't know anything about
me you little bitch."
    "So tell me.  I heard you were
remarried."  Missy thought by talking he might cool down and become more
rational.  So far it wasn't working.
    "Yes, to Sue.  She is a wonderful woman.  She
just has a small problem, she tries to stop.  This money will help though.  I
always thought you were just a disappointment, but you hooking up with that
rich guy really was brilliant."
    Missy could tell he was not completely lucid.  He
was slurring, which scared her even more since he was driving.  He was calming
down though.  "I'm glad the money will help her.  What kind of problem
does she have?"
    He  visibly became gloomy, "She owes a serious
drug dealer in Detroit, but you saved us Little Miss.  Now shut up before I
come do to you what I did to your mother.  You're fucking up my
concentration."
    Missy looked back at her mother.  She was still
whimpering quietly.  They had been driving quite a while, and Missy was
beginning to worry that Mark had lost sight of them.  She had no clue what her
dad planned to do with them.  "You have your money.  Why do you still