Allison Brennan - Silenced

Thirteen Years Ago

Maries lips moved in constant prayer as she maneuvered the rattling, twenty-year-old truck down the treacherous mountain road. Snowflakes swirled in front of the windshield and headlights, cutting visibility to only feet in front of her.

Please, Lord, let me reach the highway safely. Please, Lord, silence the truck.

Narrow paths slithered off the main road, each leading to one of her husbands followers-serpents, all, whod be happy to return her to their devil. One of them might hear her.

The Lord is the Spirit and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. Repeating the verse gave Marie needed strength. Reminded her that the Lord was her Shepherd. He would lead her and her children away from evil, down the path of righteousness, protect them all the days of their lives.

She glanced at the girls sleeping on the narrow bench seat in the back of the cab. Her sweet, beautiful daughters. The Lord blessed her, how could He have blinded her to the truth for so long?

I didnt know he was a monster. Forgive me, Lord, I did not know.

I love you, she whispered.

I love you too, Mommy.

Marie stifled a cry. I thought you were sleeping, sweetheart.

Why are you crying, Mommy?

Im happy.

Youre praying. Ill pray with you.

Thank you.

What are we praying for?

What could Marie say to an innocent seven-year-old? That her father was a monster? That her father was a beautiful devil, a fallen angel? That he was Lucifer incarnate?

She was nearing the gate that shed once believed protected her from the outside world. The snow thickened, but she was too close to slow down. The truck slid on an icy patch. Her pulse quickened, but she immediately regained control.

Sing Mommy a song. A pretty song.

Hannahs sweet voice came from the backseat. Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so

Please, Lord, let the gate be open.

Marie passed the last road that led to the last house in the fortress. If the gate was open, they would be free.

She pressed the gas pedal. Eager. Impatient. Her heart pounded, Hannahs song faded. Maries hands began to shake. The truck accelerated faster than she expected; she tried to brake but couldnt lift either foot.

She blinked rapidly, but her vision blurred. The headlights sparkled, twisting her perception. If she didnt slow the truck, she would crash.

Shed stopped taking the pills weeks ago, but she remembered how they felt. They distorted the truth and made her happy.

Except tonight, there was no bliss. Only anxiety. Thickness. Extreme fatigue.

The tires skidded on the slick, newly-fallen snow as the truck sped too fast around the last turn. She used every ounce of control she had to keep the truck on the road and not down the mountainside to certain death.

Mommy! Mommy!

Shh, baby. Pray for me.

Her words slurred. Her head leaned to the side.

Dont let him kill my children! Protect my babies, Lord!

Her headlights illuminated faces in the snow. They lined the road in heavy jackets. Horns grew from their heads, tails from their backs.

No, no! She bit her tongue. She didnt want to scare her girls. The hallucination seemed so real, but she knew they were people, not demons. People who worked for the devil.

You can never escape the Pit.

A flash of metal caught her eye. The gate was closed.

Naomi had gone ahead to open the gate, taking her bike down the mountain before the snow had started. Had she been captured? Worse? Had Marie put her oldest daughter in even greater danger?

Then Marie saw her. Standing with the devil himself, united. Hed turned her daughter against her. Twisted everything that was good and made it evil.

Fear washed through Marie as the truth came clear in a flash of lucidity.

The devil had won.

My God, why have you abandoned me?

Hannah, listen to me!

Whats wrong, Mommy?

Dont believe anything they say about me. I love you, I will watch over you from Heaven. Protect Sara. Youre all she has left.

Mommy, the gate!

With the last of her strength, Marie slid her foot from the accelerator to the brake. The truck skidded forward, sliding on the snow, and crashed into the gate.

Hannahs screams came from far, far away.

The baby cried.

Maries head hit the windshield. She felt nothing except a heavy thud and warmth. Whatever the devil had drugged her with took away the pain.

Or maybe she was already gone, to a place beyond pain.

Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.

Monday

The whore traitor lived in a secure building with live cameras and nosy neighbors. Brian had to wait for her to leave.

Waiting made him antsy. He just wanted to get this job over and done. He didnt hate the whore. In fact, he had no feelings about her at all. But shed crossed the line from useful to problem, and problems must be solved.

Two hours of waiting-sitting on the park bench in the heat, pretending to read a book-while watching the main entrance of the condo. Hed watched her often enough in the last three weeks to know her habits. How she left every morning before ten to run in the park. How she took the Metro to visit her johns in whatever five-star hotel shed chosen for the night. How shed lied about what she knew and when she knew it.

Washington, DC, sex scandals were a dime a dozen: affairs with interns, sexy mistresses, even a few cougar congresswomen with stables of young studs to service them on the side. But selling sex was still taboo and could take down an elected official as fast as twittering birds would tweet.

Shed lied to protect her ass, but now she couldnt be trusted. All she had to do was keep her fucking mouth shut while they figured out who had leaked her relationship with Crowley to the press. If the truth came out, everyone would be on the hot seat. But now she was talking to the wrong people and her lies were coming full circle.

The whys didnt much interest Brian. He was a man of action and opportunity, not a man who pondered motive or psychology.

Brian stood and stretched. It was appropriate behavior, considering he was wearing running shorts and a T-shirt. The cathedral bells chimed in the distance. Soon it would be too hot for her morning run. Unexpected changes in routine were never good.

He bent over and touched his shins, stretching his hamstrings. Sweat stained his underarms. He disliked the smell of body odor, even his own. At this point, all he wanted was to kill the bitch and take a shower.

As the final bell rang the tenth hour, he stood and saw Wendy at the corner, jogging in place, waiting for the light to change. Well, shit, hed almost missed her, even in her bright pink shorts and white T-shirt with one of those pink ribbons on the back. But her attire would make her easy to spot from a distance.

He called his brother. I see her. Youre clear.

Dont fuck up.

Right back at you. Brian disconnected, irritated that Ned thought hed screw up. Ned was the crazy one, not Brian. Ned had a record, not Brian. But just because Ned had a college degree and pretty face, everyone thought he was smarter.

The light changed and Wendy jogged across the street, into the park, and up the path that she always ran.

Good. Routine is good.

Brian kept his distance. Because it was a weekday and edging toward ninety degrees, the trails werent crowded. There were a few people running or walking, and the rushing businessmen with those idiotic earpieces, talking as if no one else could hear them.

Hed followed her several times over the last year, important when in business with someone who lied for a living, and so far shed run the same five-mile route nearly every day. He cut through a narrow patch of trees and trekked up a short, steep embankment so he could cut her off.