Chapter 84 The Attack
CAITLYN'S POV
The sound of breaking glass woke me up. It was loud and violent and completely wrong. My eyes opened and for a second I could not figure out what was happening. Then I heard men shouting outside and my heart stopped.
"Jason," I whispered shaking him hard. "Jason wake up right now."
He woke up immediately. His hand went under the bed and came back with the gun.
"What is that sound?" I asked.
"Stay here," Jason said getting out of bed fast. "Lock the door behind me and do not open it for anyone."
"Jason I am scared," I said. My voice was shaking.
"I know," he said. He came back and kissed me quickly. "But you need to stay in this room and stay quiet. Do not come out no matter what you hear. Do you understand?"
"What if something happens to you?" I asked. Tears were already starting to fall.
"Nothing is going to happen to me," Jason said. "I promise. Just stay here and stay hidden. Lock this door."
He left the room and I heard the door close. I got up on shaking legs and locked it with trembling hands, then I backed away from the door and listened.
From outside the bedroom, I could hear crashing. Furniture being knocked over, glass breaking and men yelling. There were multiple people in the cabin and they were destroying everything.
"Where is she?" someone shouted. The voice was familiar but I could not place it at first. Then my blood went cold because I realized it was Collin.
"Who?" Jason said. His voice was calm but I could hear the tension underneath.
"Do not play games with me Cross," Collin said. "I know she is here. I can smell her perfume. Where is Caitlyn?"
"I do not know what you are talking about," Jason said.
There was a loud crash and then I heard Jason grunt like someone had hit him hard. My stomach twisted with fear and I put my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.
"Tell me where she is," Collin demanded. His voice was getting louder and angrier.
"Go to hell," Jason said.
Another crash. This one sounded like the coffee table breaking, more sounds of things being thrown around. I could hear punches landing and Jason grunting with each hit.
"Stop it," I whispered even though no one could hear me. "Please stop hurting him."
"Search every room," Collin ordered. "Tear this place apart if you have to. Find her."
I heard multiple sets of footsteps. They were moving through the cabin searching. Coming closer to the bedroom with every second.
I looked around frantically for somewhere to hide. The closet was too obvious, they would check there first. Under the bed would not work with my pregnant belly, I was too big to fit. There was nowhere good but I had to try something.
I went to the closet anyway and pushed myself into the back corner behind the hanging clothes. Pulled jackets and coats over myself. Tried to make myself as small as possible even though my belly made that nearly impossible. The baby was moving inside me and I put my hand on my stomach trying to calm it.
"Shh," I whispered. "Please be still little one. Please."
"Check that room," I heard someone say from right outside the door. The voice was too close.
"The door is locked," another voice said.
"Then break it down," Collin said. "I do not care what you have to do. Get in there."
The door shook as someone kicked it. Once, twice, three times. I held my breath and tried not to move, not to make any sound at all.
"It is not opening," the man said.
"Kick it harder," Collin said. His voice was right outside now. "I know she is in there. I can feel it."
The door shook again, harder this time. I could hear the wood starting to crack around the lock, it was not going to hold much longer.
From the living room, I heard more fighting. Jason was yelling, other men were yelling back. Things were crashing and breaking, it sounded like a war zone.
"Jason," I whispered even though I knew he could not hear me. "Please be okay."
The bedroom door burst open with a loud crack. The lock gave way and the door slammed against the wall so hard it left a dent. Heavy footsteps came into the room.
"She is in here somewhere," a man said. "Boss said she has to be."
I held perfectly still in the closet. I did not breathe or move a muscle. I just prayed they would not find me. Prayed for a miracle.
"Check under the bed," the man ordered.
I heard someone drop to the floor and look under the bed. I could hear him moving things around. Checking every space.
"Nothing here," the person said.
"Check the bathroom then," the first man said.
Footsteps went toward the bathroom. I heard the shower curtain being ripped back. Heard cabinet doors being opened and slammed shut.
"Bathroom is clear," someone called out.
"Then check the closet," the man said.
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it. The baby was moving more now and I pressed my hand harder against my stomach. Please be still. Please.
Footsteps came toward the closet. Slow and deliberate. Getting closer with each step. I pressed myself further into the corner and pulled more clothes over my head.
The closet door opened. Light flooded in even through the clothes covering me. Someone was standing right there looking in.
"I do not see anything," the man said. "Just clothes."
"Look harder," Collin's voice said from the bedroom doorway. He was in the room now. "Push the clothes aside. She has to be in there."
"I am telling you there is nothing," the man said. He pushed some of the clothes aside but not the ones covering me. His hand came close but did not quite reach me. "Just coats and jackets."
"Fine," Collin said. "Check behind the dresser. Check everywhere."
The man closed the closet door and I heard him moving around the room. Pulling the dresser away from the wall, checking behind it, and looking in every corner.
"This room is clear boss," the man finally said. "She is not in here."
"She has to be here somewhere," Collin said. His voice was frustrated. Angry. "Check the other rooms again. And be more thorough this time."
The footsteps left the bedroom. I waited until I could not hear them anymore before I allowed myself to breathe but I kept it quiet. Shallow breaths that would not make any noise.
They had not found me. I was still hidden, but I knew it was only temporary. They would come back and search more carefully, and then they would find me; it was only a matter of time.
From the living room, I could still hear fighting. Jason was still yelling. Still fighting back but there were so many of them and only one of him. How long could he hold out?
"Please be okay," I whispered. "Please do not die."
I stayed hidden in the closet, barely moving, barely breathing. Just waiting and praying that somehow we would make it through this. That somehow Jason would win, that somehow we would survive.
Minutes p
assed. Maybe five. Maybe ten. I could not tell anymore. Every second felt like an hour, time had stopped meaning anything.