I could see the urgency on her face, but logic was also there, which was what won.
“A shower might be a good idea.”
Idon’t think I’d ever cursed shampoo as much as I did while trying to have the world’s quickest shower. Blood did not wash out easily. I gave up after the third wash and rinse.
It probably would’ve helped if Preston stopped sticking his cock in me. When this was over, I was going to kick his ass. If I wasn’t in such a hurry to get to my sister, I might’ve done more than smack him, which only spurred him on.
When we were dressed and ready to go, I practically flew out of the door.
“Roll up your window. You’re gonna get sick.”
I didn’t care if I got sick or how cold it was. The only thing that mattered was getting to my sister. The sense of urgency wasn’t getting any better. I was bouncing in my seat three minutes into the drive.
“Can you hurry up?”
“I would, Little Bird. But in case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a hurricane,” Preston said as something large and brown blew across the road. “Speeding probably isn’t the best idea.”
I understood where he was coming from, but it was just a hurricane. They weren’t uncommon in Florida. “We need to get to Trina.”
“You won’t be much help if you’re dead.”
As if to reiterate his point, something banged off the passenger door.
I stuck my head out the window and into the torrential downpour, trying to see any damage. My already wet hair whipping across my eyes prevented that from happening. Okay, so Preston might have a point about the window.
I pulled my head back in and hit the button to bring the pane of glass back up. That didn’t do anything to dull down the sound of wind whistling past. If this were any other time, I might be concerned about being out in this weather, but this wasn’t any other time. Trina’s life was in danger, and that superseded any storm. A bigger car would’ve been nice, though.
Preston’s BMW was fighting against the wind.
Every little jerk it made brought new images of horror to my mind, like finding my sister in a pool of blood…or staring into her empty eyes as she collapsed on the cold, hard ground. What if we were too late? Someone could’ve gotten to her already and been doing horrible things to her.
I smacked the dash. “Come on!”
Preston grumbled something under his breath. The only thing I caught was ‘fucking.’ I was too busy reading the street signs to listen to his random muttering. He should be happy I let him put on a shirt before pulling him out the door.
Third street.
Two more blocks, a left turn, and we’d be there.
Those last few minutes of travel dragged on. My body couldn’t decide what to do. Anxiety had me bouncing in my seat, shuffling around, and rocking back and forth. I wasn’t entirely sure if the car stopped before I threw open the door and ran for the house.
I rushed into my parent’s house and gave the brown couch and matching chair in the living room a quick scan. They were here. I knew that because my father’s and sister’s cars were in the driveway. Yet, I saw and heard no one. It was quiet and calm.
Too calm.
That was when a sound coming from my sister’s room caused my ear to twitch.
On the way here, I imagined finding Trina in all kinds of scenarios, bleeding, already dead, and perfectly fine. What I opened the door to didn’t come close to any of the horrific images that had floated through my mind.
It was so much worse.
My feet became glued to the floor as I stood there watching a bare-ass move—my father’s bare ass. Trina was under him, staring dully up at the ceiling. I couldn’t ‘be seeing’ what I thought I was. Trina was the good one. The daughter, our father, decided to love.
My father grunted, causing a wave of nausea to roll through my stomach.
He was fucking my sister. His own daughter. Suddenly everything made sense. The special treatment he’d given Trina, her acting out, and the way he punished me. Everything clicked into place. After everything I endured to protect my sister, he still got his hands on her.
I was going to be sick.
