Chapter 36 : Race to Rescue

Jaxon

"What do you mean by that?" I growled.

Inside I already knew. Inside my heart was racing, and my nerves were on overdrive. I could feel the panic waiting anxiously for permission to take over. Daren was silent and still chuckling to himself.

I kicked his side again. What was wrong with this sick f*ck? How had he become so evil in just the few short years that I had cut him out of my life? When he was silent, I kicked him again. Surly Sara wouldn't mind if I left him a little bruised, right?

"Answer me!"

Daren started laughing again–more manically now–and pulled himself to his knees. He looked like a haunted shell of a man. He was so thin I could almost see his bones. I was certain if he lifted up his shirt I would be able to easily make out the lines of his rib cage. His skin looked a little purplish in spots, yellow in others, probably from poor nutrition. I wondered what he'd really fed himself with besides beer and cheap whiskey. I had no doubt it was considerabl