On the morning of the thirteenth day – or was it the fourteenth? I was beginning to lose count – I woke up and reached over to poke Travis as I usually did, except this time there was nothing there on the other side of the mattress.
Immediately I knew something was wrong. Travis had never been an early riser, and he never would have gotten up without waking me. I felt his pillow. It was cold to the touch, as if he had left hours ago.
Rolling out of bed I flew across the room and ripped apart the blinds, flooding the room with light. I called Travis’s name as I peered under the bed, looked in the bathroom, opened the closet door. Nothing.
“DAD, DAD OPEN THE DOOR! IT’S ME!” I pounded on his door with both fists. Like mine, it had been reinforced with four heavy steel bolt locks. The biggest ones we could find at the hardware store on the other side of town. I heard Dad fumble to slide them across, and the door opened a crack. He stared at me from bleary, bloodshot eyes, courtesy of yet another late night spent drinking away his problems.
“What’s wrong?” he slurred.
I used both arms to shove the door all the way open and he fell back with a muffled grunt. “Travis is gone. Did he come in here? Have you seen him? Where is he? Travis? TRAVIS!” I searched the room, shoving aside the mattress to look under the bed and tearing the blinds clear off the window to peer outside.
Dad groaned like a wounded bear and covered his eyes. “Lola, what the hell are you doing? What time is it?”
I whirled on him, chest heaving, hands curled into fists that rested tight against my hips. “Didn’t you hear me? Travis is gone. I woke up and he was gone.”
Dad blinked and rubbed his forehead, pulling the skin taut. “I – I’m sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation.”
Like what? I wanted to cry. Of the three of us Travis was the most timid. He never would have left the room without telling me where he was going. Hell, he never would have left the room without bringing me with him. Yet he was just… gone.
For some reason I thought of a 20/20 episode I had seen on TV once. It had been about a mom who had been grocery shopping with her four year old daughter. She had stopped at the frozen food section to pick up a bag of peas. When she turned around her daughter was gone. She had described it as feeling like some part of her had been ripped away, and that’s how I felt. Like someone had come in the middle of the night and taken one of my kidneys. Cut out my spleen. Ripped out my liver. Taken a part of me that was so connected it should have been impossible to steal without killing me first. At the very least I should have woken up.
“Lola, I know what you’re thinking,” Dad began. My searing glare cut him off. I was in no mood to hear what a hung over drunk had to say.
“I have to go find Maximus. He’ll know what to do,” I decided. I was halfway down the hall when Dad’s voice bellowed out, stronger than I had ever heard it.
“STOP IT RIGHT THERE YOUNG LADY.”
I halted dead in my tracks, too stunned to move. Dad’s footsteps echoed as he stomped towards me and I gasped out loud when he grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.
“We stick together, do you hear me?” he shouted. A vein pulsed rapidly across his forehead and I was shocked to see his eyes were damp with tears.
“Dad?” I said uncertainly.
“If Travis is gone we will find him together. I’m not going to lose you too, Lola.”
Not going to lose you too. Like he thought he had lost Mom and Gia. I swallowed hard and for the first time I could remember I looked away from him. What kind of person didn’t think about their own mother and sister? I had been so busy worrying about myself, worrying about Dad, and worrying about Travis that I had forgotten I had other family. Just like they forgot about you, a little voice added slyly. My shoulders stiffened. It was painful, but true. Travis and Dad, they were my only family now. I could not afford to think about anyone else. And Maximus, the voice piped in again. Don’t forget about him.
“We can’t risk going out there without a plan, even if it is daylight,” Dad said. He dropped my arm and glanced to the right, where my room was. His eyes narrowed. “Did you see this?” he asked before he plucked something off the door. A piece of paper. A piece of paper I hadn’t seen because I had rushed out of the room too fast. He read the note in silence, and when his face blanched and his hand trembled I tore it away.
“Lola, what does that mean? Who is Angelique? Is this for you? Is this about Travis? Lola? Lola, can you hear me?”
Head spinning, I sat down in the middle of the hallway and buried my head in my hands. The note fluttered to the carpet beside me. I didn’t need to see it again. Every word, every letter was already burned into my mind. My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Angelique had finally found me. Had I ever truly believed she wouldn’t? And instead of taking me, instead of killing me, she had done something far, far worse. She had taken Travis; sweet, helpless Travis who had already been traumatized by one Drinker. He had yet to talk about what happened that first night in Mr. Livingston’s house and I had never pressed him, but he screamed in his sleep sometimes. Horrible, gut wrenching cries that sliced through me like a knife and left me awake for hours trying not to imagine what sort of tortures he had been forced to endure.
By not telling him about Angelique – by not warning him I was some sort of monster magnet – I had allowed this to happen. My fault. It was all my fault.
Dad hovered over me and continued to ask the same questions again and again. Who is Angelique? What does she want? Where did she take Travis? I didn’t have any answers for him. I didn’t even have answers for myself.
“Maximus,” I whispered.
Dad stopped talking. His eyebrows knitted together. “What? What did you say?”
I looked up at him. Inside my chest my heart was racing, but suddenly my head was clear as a bell and I knew what I had to do. “We need Maximus.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
We could not find Maximus. It seemed he, like Travis, had simply… disappeared. As the hours began to tick by, each one bringing sundown closer and closer, the pit in the bottom of my stomach grew bigger and bigger. There was no question I knew what I had to do. I just didn’t want to do it.
I didn’t want to walk towards my death like the proverbial lamb meekly lining up to be slaughtered. Yet what choice did I have? Angelique had Travis. There was no denying that point. I don’t know how she found me, or why she didn’t kill me when she had, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting Travis back. This time I wouldn’t run the other way.
Dad spent the entire day trying to change my mind. He yelled, cajoled, and when that didn’t work threatened to ground me.
Finally I looked up from table where I had spread all of Maximus’s presents out and rolled my eyes at him.
“Seriously? Dad, I’m going. Stop wasting your breath.” I turned my attention back to the guns. I had decided to take two with me along with a whole slew of bullets. I was still debating on whether or not to bring a knife, since chances were I would slice off my own thumb before I got it anywhere near Angelique.
The breeze ruffled my hair and I sighed, tilting my face up at the clear blue sky. If I was going to face the dark, I wanted to spend as much time in the light as I could, which was why I had moved Operation Save Travis out to the picnic tables behind the hotel.