Don't Scream

Chapter 90

Hey I will be putting different parts in here one is Brian's and then Sarra's because I want to finish this story so I am just probably going to put a  couple chapters together.. If you get confused let me know.. Vote comment, fan..:)

Brian barged through the underbrush to where four agents were wired up. Harrison was hot  on his heels. They had gotten a call from Dean as the ambulance drove away with Abby, The dog has found something. Brian's heart hasn't beat a normal beat since.

Dean put up a hand to stop him. "Hold on. We can't go any further yet."

"They got the cone?" Brian asked.

Dean had a finger on the receiver in his ear, listening. He nodded. "The dogs picked up Sarra's scent. When they narrow the cone enough, we will pull them back." He looked away, concentrating on whatever the voice was saying in his ear. "No kidding. Really?" He looked at Brian. "OK.'

"The lab's been looking at the baby bones we found at the river. Said the infant found there was male."

Brian frowned. "Not Christie?"

"Apparently not. They haven't been able to date the diapers yet, or find birth records from the bible. But maybe there really was another baby before Brandon. A boy."

"Maybe." Brian thought about it for a minute, but he couldn't really care anymore. He had Abby back, and the dogs picked up Sarra's scent. That is all that mattered. "Fuck it." he said. "Let's go with the dogs."

"I have twenty agents ready to go in." Dean gave Brian a long look. "You aren't one of them."

Brian cursed and ran his hand through his hair. A second later he felt Harrison's hand on his shoulder.

"We will take care of her man." Harrison said, almost like a friend. Phil would approved. Brian thought. "We are close now."

"That's C-Christie?" Sarra could hardly force out the words.

Brandon caressed the small skull like a lover. "My mother spent years in her own fathers bed, and this is what came from it. A baby with bad blood. Mother wouldn't take care of her. The whole fucking town believed she took care of her. They never believed me. I took care of Christie. Mother left her in her own shit and sang fucking little songs and pruned her flowers while Christie cried. She said Christie couldn't feel, but she could, I know it. She can. You know how I know that Sarra? Because I can hear when she cries. All her life, all the years she had been missing. She cried until I finally found her again."

Oh, God. Sarra blinked and tried to follow what he was saying, trying to fit it into what he was doing to her, what he had done to all those other women over the years. What he had done to Abby. "You found her again?"

"When I was twenty one. Mother told me where to find her. But it was too late, then. She already fooled everyone."

Follow the story try to keep up. "I d-don't know why you are angry with me." But then she thought she did. "Because I made everyone believe my husband was Abby's father? You said blood didn't matter. You said you didn't care about___"

'I don't care about Abby, I care about Christie! he roared, and Sarra shrank back from his intensity, even as she marvled at the tenderness with which he held his sister's skull. "You hurt her, you fucking, deceiving little cunt. You hurt her!"