Page 92 of Truck Up
“Let’s go,” Edge says when he enters the kitchen. He slings a large duffel bag over his shoulder and heads toward the front door. Cameron takes one more look at me before he follows.
As soon as Edge steps outside, I hear a car door slam. Edge drops the bag and takes off in a sprint. When I step outside, I understand why.
“You can’t go in there.” Edge pushes against Liam’s chest, refusing to let him pass. My brother looks over his shoulder and makes eye contact with me. All I see is rage in his eyes. If he’s heard anything about what happened here tonight, he’s ready to kill Charlie too.
Life drains out of him when he sees who I’m holding. Fear, anguish, and pain consume him, and he falls to his knees.
“Hannah!” He cries, and I’m gutted.
In all my life, I’ve never seen my big brother cry. I’ve seen him angry and sometimes sad, but not once has he shed a tear. I always suspected he still loved Hannah. And now I know the truth. What I don’t understand is why he let her go to that asshole. Especially if my suspicions regarding Cameron are true.
Edge leans down and grabs Liam’s arm, forcing him to look up at him. “She’s alive, but we gotta get her out of here.”
“I’ll take her,” he says, but Edge shakes his head.
“You can’t.” Then he lets go of Liam and picks the duffel bag up and heads to the truck. “Let’s go!” He calls out. “Now!”
Cameron springs into action and rushes off the porch where he’d been waiting next to me. Liam must not have noticed himuntil now because when his eyes land on Cameron, he pushes to his feet and blocks his path.
“Cameron?” He says his name like it’s a question. They lock eyes. Cameron looks pissed while Liam looks confused. I’m guessing this means he didn’t know who Cameron really was.
“Well, fuck me,” Warren says when he stops next to Liam. “He looks just like you.”
Liam shakes his head. “This can’t be. She promised me he wasn’t mine.”
“Fuck you,” Cameron says as he pushes past Liam, knocking him to the side as he does.
“Cameron.” Liam calls out, but Cameron doesn’t stop. He jumps into the truck where Edge is waiting with the door open. Edge crawls in next. That’s my cue. It’s time to get out of here.
Moving as quickly as I can, I carry Hannah to the truck and pass her off to Edge. Once he’s secured her in his arms, I shut the door.
Liam rushes to me and grabs me before I can round the truck and get in. “Please. Where are you taking them?”
I squeeze his arm and do my best to reassure him. “Somewhere safe. Charlie will never hurt her again.”
“Is he my son?” he asks, looking past me to where Cameron crawled into the cab of my truck.
“I don’t know, but he sure as hell looks like you.”
Before he asks me anything else, I push past him and run to the driver’s side. The distant sound of sirens suggests the cops will be here soon. We can’t be here when that happens.
“Get the fuck out of here.” I yell at him. “They can’t find you here.”
Then I hop in my truck and punch it in reverse. I don’t know if my brother listened to me, but I saw Warren grab Liam and drag him to their car before I drove out of sight.
I glancein the rear-view mirror for the hundredth time. It’s been five minutes since we passed the line of cop cars heading toward Hannah’s house, and so far, no one is following us.
I’d be relieved if I knew for sure that Liam and Warren got out of there. Until then, I can’t relax.
“She needs a doctor,” Edge says. “She should have come to by now. This cut is too deep. She’s gonna need stitches too.”
“Do you have someone in mind?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He pulls his phone out and flips through his contacts.
“Just tell me where to go,” I say.
“The cabin. The doctor can meet us there.”