Deadly Silence (complete) Chapter 142

Samuel slammed on the brakes. “Stay in the car,” he ordered as he flung his door open.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gabriel cursed, as he managed to open his own door and race after their father.

Vivian unbuckled her seat belt and knelt on the seat, watching the two men reach the scene to check on Sebastian and Laurent. *What do I do?* She wondered, feeling like her heart was being torn out. *What do I do?!*

Grabbing her phone, she dialled 9-1-1 with shaking fingers. The call connected almost instantly. “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”

“Uhm, there’s been an accident on… Queen and Delaware,” Vivian explained, voice trembling as she watched Samuel lean in to the wreckage. “I… my brothers were… were in one of the cars…”

“Alright, I’m sending emergency crews to your location. Are you okay? What’s your name?”

“I—“ Vivian was cut off when the door next to her was flung open. A hand reached in, grabbing her wrist and pulled her from the vehicle. “Let me go!” While struggling, she dropped her phone, the dispatcher still talking as it fell to the ground with a clatter. The heel of a shoe slammed through it a second later, silencing it for good.

“Stop… fighting,” an annoyed voice said from behind Vivian, who had no intention of listening.

“Let me go,” she repeated, struggling even harder until she finally managed to slip out of the person’s grip.

A hand grabbed Vivian’s hair this time, as she tried to run, causing her to cry out as they gave it a hard yank. “I said stop fighting. Calm down. This is for your own good.” The voice was harsh, but somehow sounded familiar.

Taking a chance, Vivian glanced over her shoulder to see Patricia Lamont — Auntie Pat — was her attacker. “What do you want?”

“I’m saving you,” the blond replied, a smile on her face as she gave Vivian’s hair another hard pull.

Stumbling backwards, Vivian only managed to stay upright because her falling over wasn’t the woman’s intention. Instead, Auntie Pat pulled her close before letting go of her hair to envelop the girl in a tight hug. “Oh, my dear, I’m just so happy you’re safe.”

*What is going on?* Vivian silently screamed, no longer struggling since it had proven to be useless. This woman was insane. Going anywhere with her would be a bad idea, so it was time to figure out an alternative solution.

The embrace loosened after a few seconds, and Vivian allowed her aunt to spin her around so they now faced each other. “You look just like her,” Auntie Pat whispered, awe in her voice as she reached over and cupped the girl’s cheek. “…except… those eyes…” The woman’s brow began to furrow. “Your eyes are all wrong.”

Something in the woman’s expression terrified Vivian, even more so when Auntie Pat’s acrylic nail traced along her brow.

Vivian took a chance and lashed out. She swatted the hand away and put one of her own on the woman’s face, pushing her back. Auntie Pat reacted, trying to turn her head up and away.

Not thinking, Vivian pushed harder only for her fingers to shoot up the woman’s nose. “What the fuck?!” Auntie Pat screamed as she stumbled away, blood now gushing from her face.

Seeing her chance, Vivian turned and broke into a run, only for a pair of strong hands to grab her arms. *Not again!* “Let me go!” She shouted.

“Miss Vivian, it’s me,” a low voice told her, the grip on her arms never letting up. “Are you alright?”

“T-Tyrell?” She stammered, glancing back to see her bodyguard. The adrenaline in her system began to wane as she nearly collapsed in relief. “H-how? When?”

“I just got here. Mr Devreaux had a security detail keep watch at a distance, but there were… complications. Right now, we need to get you somewhere safe.”

“But—“

“No buts. *You* are the priority.” He switched his grip, taking her hand in his as he started moving towards a nearby alley.

“But what about—“

“No,” he repeated, picking up the pace. Vivian realized arguing would be pointless, and allowed herself to be dragged away.

The only reason she was able to keep up with Tyrell’s fast pace was because she’d been training for track. Even then, she was soon out of breath and tugging on his hand until he finally relented and slowed. “You alright?”

“Fi-fine,” she panted, hands on her knees. “I’m just… not in… great shape…”

Tyrell kept his head on a swivel as she spoke. He reached out and pulled her back into an alley where they couldn’t be seen as a car drove by. It wasn’t until it was out of sight that he stepped back out onto the sidewalk.

This wasn’t sustainable. Vivian knew she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him for much longer, and she had no idea where they were even going. “Wh-where… are we going, anyway?”

“A safe house, but it’s still a few blocks away.”

Vivian let out a groan and looked around. An idea suddenly hit her and she wondered if he’d be up for it. “Do you have any money on you?”

“Money?”

“Yes. Physical cash.” She rubbed her fingers together to emphasize what she meant.

“Yes, why?”

“I need it.”

Tyrell’s head turned so he could stare at her, but he gave in without a fight, pulling out his wallet and grabbing the bills stuffed inside. It was a decent amount for a person to carry around but, then again, even if someone tried to jump him, one punch would take care of the problem.

“What are you doing?” He inquired as she quickly walked past him towards a well lit business.

Vivian didn’t answer as she opened the door and motioned for him to follow. The smell of bread and melted cheese hit her as she crossed the threshold. Even with a full stomach from Thanksgiving and intense worry over two of her brothers, the aroma still made her mouth water.

“Welcome to Slice and Dice,” the teen behind the counter greeted them upon entry. “What will it be? We have a Thanksgiving special on today, buy one get one half price.”