Edges of Ruin Chapters 7-9

Chapter Seven:

If Jasmine let it the fear could overtake her.  Everyone had told her how brave she was, but her best friends daughters life was at stake, and now she was more scared than she had ever been.  Lance was capable of killing her, of killing Cheyenne first and making her watch, and that thought alone was enough to make her more frightened than she had ever been.  She could not endure watching her best friends daughters life being taken by the man who had helped to bring her into this world, her own Father.

I need to be fearless now more than ever Lord, and I need the fearless more than I ever had before, but I know the reason I do not fear is because I have you in my heart and you can take this fear away from me give me the strength to help Cheyenne and to help myself Lord, also to help Chenelle.

Jasmine was thankful for her faith, because without that she would not be as brave as she was.  She knew that without the Lord she could not get through this, she could not get her best friends daughter out of the hands of a killer, and right now she needed to do that.  She could not imagine letting Cheyenne die, and she knew that if Cheyenne were to die, she could not help but feel guilty.  She knew death was part of life, but an eight year old little girl should not die at the hands of her psychotic father.

Lance was a psychotic nut, and now his ex-wife and his daughter were paying the price.  Jasmine could only pray that price would not be Cheyenne’s life.  It was bad enough he had kidnapped his daughter, shot his wife, leaving her paralyzed. Jasmine prayed her best friend would walk again, but barring a miracle that was not likely.  Cheyenne knew that miracles occurred, and even if Chenelle  never walked again on earth though, she would be given that ability in Heaven.  Chenelle was strong and would be able to overcome this, she would adjust, but if she lost her daughter Jasmine was almost sure that was not something that she could overcome, and the truth was Jasmine was not sure how well she would do without her best friends daughter in her life either.  She had to get Cheyenne to safety, even if it meant risking her own life.

Jasmine could hear Lance talking, his voice, not overly loud, but the evil tone that was always there still remained.  He was doing his best to make Cheyenne show fear, but Cheyenne was a strong little girl and did not want to give him that satisfaction.  Jasmine knew she must be terrified, but she was one brave child, and a bright child who knew that giving the monster what he wanted would only lead to trouble.

Chenelle must be scared out of her mind right now, not knowing what was happening with her daughter, but Jasmine was going to do everything in her power to bring Cheyenne home safely, and then Chenelle could truly start the healing process, because Jasmine knew that with the situation now Chenelle would be focusing on getting Cheyenne back not getting stronger.

Lord help me to get Cheyenne out of this, away from the monster.  Show her that you are going to make it through this that you love her, and you are always with her.  I love you Lord, and I thank you for all you have done for me.  I want to get through this, and I want to keep Cheyenne safe, but I know right now she is far from safe, that right now she is in the hands of a killer and that thought alone is enough to make me sick inside.  I know you are stronger than Lance, and good outweighs evil though Lord, but please, please help us make it out of this.

It was getting darker and more frightening out here and if Jasmine was frightened, she could only imagine what Cheyenne must be feeling.  She may have been a little girl who was brighter than her years, but the fact was she was still a little girl, and some things were unimaginable for a little girl to go through.  This was something an adult could not even imagine, it felt like they were living something out of a horror movie, only this time they couldn’t turn off the television when things got to scary.  This was very real.

Jasmine tried to remain as quiet as possible, she knew somehow Cheyenne knew she was here, that she was coming after her to save her, but she could not let Lance know that, she could not let him suspect a thing or it would not only her life at stake, but Cheyenne’s as well.  The police were on this man’s trail to, but they didn’t know the extent of how dangerous he was, not the way Jasmine did.  She had seen firsthand what this man was capable of.

If she had not had a faith in the good Lord above Jasmine did not know what she would do, she knew she would not have been able to make it through this.  She needed the Lord to get her though this, she was not going to do that on her own.  The good Lord was her strength and she was more than grateful for that, without that she wouldn’t have had the courage to help her best friend though.

This is scary Lord, more scary than anything I have ever done before.  This man is a monster, and he wants to kill his own daughter, I don’t know what can make a man want to kill his own little girl, an eight year old innocent little girl other than pure evil.

Jasmine could hear footsteps in the distance those of Lance, and Cheyenne in one direction and she knew behind her the cops were coming, she knew that.  She had to pray for their protection as well, because Lance would have no problem shooting up a few cops. 

Lord thank you for getting us this far.  You have did so many wonderful things for me, and I am asking for more, but this is not only for me, but for those I care about.

As the night grew darker Jasmine grew more and more fearful, because Lance knew these woods better than anyone out here, and he could take his little girl anywhere and kill her.  He knew exactly what he had planned for his daughter and the thought made her sick. 

Lance was no man, he was a monster, a monster who wanted to kill his own daughter, and destroy his wife.  He thought he was the center of the world, and anyone that got in his way he wanted destroyed.  It did not matter to him if it was only a little girl, his little girl, she did not follow his every wish, so he felt he should end her life.  He was a total and utter monster.

I need your help Lord, I know you know that, and you know I cannot do this on my own, but with you I believe I can get Cheyenne away from this monster and back to her Mother where she belongs, and Lord give Chenelle the comfort she needs to get through this.  She needs you Lord, just like we do, and she loves you Lord, I know that, but right now this is all hard.  She doesn’t know if her daughter is going to be okay.

Jasmine hated this feeling of impending doom that something was going to go wrong.  Something had already gone wrong very wrong, if it hadn’t they wouldn’t be here and Chenelle wouldn’t be in the hospital, because she had a bullet lodged in her spine.  This was real, and it was bad, very bad, unlike anything they had ever done before.  She was going to make it out of this though, she had to believe that, because if she didn’t this would all be pointless.  She was not about to let herself feel that way.

Lance had always been someone that Jasmine knew was evil, but she had never imagined he would go to this level, that he would be out to kill his own daughter.  At least not until she had found out what he had done to Chenelle’s grandfather.  The way he had killed him simply for speaking up for his granddaughter, for demanding she be respected.

Jasmine found herself silent reciting Bible verses she had memorized long ago, entire chapters of the Bible in some cases, and right now in the dark experiencing the fear she was experiencing she was thankful she had learned them. She found comfort in the word of the Lord even in the midst of unspeakable fear.  He was stronger than the evil that was inside Lance, and Jasmine could rest in that fact.


21 Then Job replied:

“Listen carefully to my words;
    let this be the consolation you give me.
Bear with me while I speak,
    and after I have spoken, mock on.

“Is my complaint directed to a human being?
    Why should I not be impatient?
Look at me and be appalled;
    clap your hand over your mouth.
When I think about this, I am terrified;
    trembling seizes my body.
Why do the wicked live on,
    growing old and increasing in power?
They see their children established around them,
    their offspring before their eyes.
Their homes are safe and free from fear;
    the rod of God is not on them.
10 Their bulls never fail to breed;
    their cows calve and do not miscarry.
11 They send forth their children as a flock;
    their little ones dance about.
12 They sing to the music of timbrel and lyre;
    they make merry to the sound of the pipe.
13 They spend their years in prosperity
    and go down to the grave in peace.[a]
14 Yet they say to God, ‘Leave us alone!
    We have no desire to know your ways.
15 Who is the Almighty, that we should serve him?
    What would we gain by praying to him?’
16 But their prosperity is not in their own hands,
    so I stand aloof from the plans of the wicked.

17 “Yet how often is the lamp of the wicked snuffed out?
    How often does calamity come upon them,
    the fate God allots in his anger?
18 How often are they like straw before the wind,
    like chaff swept away by a gale?
19 It is said, ‘God stores up the punishment of the wicked for their children.’
    Let him repay the wicked, so that they themselves will experience it!
20 Let their own eyes see their destruction;
    let them drink the cup of the wrath of the Almighty.
21 For what do they care about the families they leave behind
    when their allotted months come to an end?

22 “Can anyone teach knowledge to God,
    since he judges even the highest?
23 One person dies in full vigor,
    completely secure and at ease,
24 well nourished in body,[b]
    bones rich with marrow.
25 Another dies in bitterness of soul,
    never having enjoyed anything good.
26 Side by side they lie in the dust,
    and worms cover them both.

27 “I know full well what you are thinking,
    the schemes by which you would wrong me.
28 You say, ‘Where now is the house of the great,
    the tents where the wicked lived?’
29 Have you never questioned those who travel?
    Have you paid no regard to their accounts—
30 that the wicked are spared from the day of calamity,
    that they are delivered from[c] the day of wrath?
31 Who denounces their conduct to their face?
    Who repays them for what they have done?
32 They are carried to the grave,
    and watch is kept over their tombs.
33 The soil in the valley is sweet to them;
    everyone follows after them,
    and a countless throng goes[d] before them.

34 “So how can you console me with your nonsense?
    Nothing is left of your answers but falsehood!”




Chapter Eight:

He knew he was being followed, they were stupid if they didn’t think he knew that.  He was being hunted, and he was going to out run them.  He was going to kill Cheyenne because he had never wanted a daughter anyway, perhaps if the child had been a boy, but even then, he had told her he did not want a child.  Never mind that he demanded Chenelle give him sex whenever he wanted it, and if she refused, he would beat her, but she had asked for those beatings because she had been disobedient.

No one could understand why he was so mean, but he didn’t think of himself as mean.  He had been doing his wife a favor by marrying her, and making her have sex, even when she did not feel like it.  He never believed they could call it rape, because they were married, but he had a twisted way of thinking in the worlds eyes.  He was out to please only one person though and that person was himself.  He was the only one who would look out for himself, and in the process he would destroy anyone or anything that had gotten in the way.  The way he had killed Chenelle’s kitten on her third birthday because the kitten had meowed when he didn’t want it to.  Cheyenne had cried like a baby that day, of course she had been little more than a baby, still he enjoyed watching his daughter miserable.

Something was wrong with him very wrong, the world thought he needed to be locked away, but when in reality all he needed to do was destroy anything that was in his wife.  That was why he had shot Chenelle and he was going to kill his daughter, he was going to kill his daughter and make sure Chenelle had to live with the guilt and agony of that for a little while until he killed her too, and he was going to kill his wives best friend.  He had never liked that woman, she had spoken against him from the beginning, he had seen through his lies, and Lance had not wanted that, he had only wanted a wife to obey.  He had done everything in his power to keep Jasmine away from his wife when they were married, but that had not worked and he had been made to feel like an idiot to have a wife to disobey.

It drove Lance nuts the way Jasmine and his ex-wife always prayed.  Were they so stupid, that they had to pray to a God who probably did not exist.  If he existed wouldn’t he show himself in some way, or protect his children from monsters like Lance then what kind of all-knowing God was he. 

Perhaps it was Lance who was the one being stupid, but he never thought that way about himself.  In his yes he was the best, and he deserved to be satisfied no matter the cost, even if the cost was a so called innocent lives, but half of those that people said were innocent were not.  He knew that, so why couldn’t everyone else see that?

He made his way deeper into the woods, Lance had the advantage here and he knew that, he wanted to do, mainly kill the daughter he never wanted, and kill his ex-wives best friend.  He was going to make sure Chenelle was miserable, and regretted ever disobeying him.  Some of the third world countries had it right he thought, the woman their either obeyed the men in their lives, or they were killed.  Perhaps he should go there one day and find an obedient wife, one who did not refuse him and one who listened perhaps he should do that, after he took care of the problem here. 

He knew he had heard Jasmine’s footsteps, but he heard other footsteps as well, he was sure he heard at least a few cops, but he had no problem killing cops.  A few less pigs in the world would be a good thing, Lance was sure of that.

Lance grabbed Cheyenne by the arm, yanking her as hard as he could.  She did not cry out, and that was what annoyed Lance to know in, he loved hearing the sounds of his victims screaming in terror.  This was the first time a child had been his victim though, and it gave him a thrill.  Perhaps it was wrong for him to kill his own daughter, but she did not deserve to live.  She was a disobedient little brat.  And killing her would make Chenelle suffer, and more than anything he wanted to see Chenelle suffer, she deserved to suffer.

Cheyenne was not crying out even as Lance yanked her around like a rag doll.  He was going to make her miserable though, make her miserable, torture her both physically and psychologically until he killed her.  He got excited just thinking about all the things he could do to her.  It was wrong to get such pleasure out of killing others, at least that was what society said, but maybe society was wrong and he was right.

He wasn’t thinking logically in the worlds eyes, but that was okay with him, he didn’t want to think the way the rest of society thought.  They called him a psychopath, and perhaps they were right, but he really didn’t care all he knew was he enjoyed watching others suffer, and he was not going to stop hurting others until he was stopped, and if he had it his way, no one would ever stop him.

He looked at his daughter for a second, and saw the fear in his eyes, but still she would not cry out.  Lance wanted to hear her cry out, wanted to hear her begging for her life.  Of course he wasn’t going to spare her, but it would be nice to hear her cry out, to hear her beg for her life.  He got some kind of sick pleasure out of hearing people beg for their lives, just before he killed them, but Cheyenne was going to be like her Great Grandfather had been when he shot him, and not beg for her life.  She was going to take it quietly and that did not please Lance at all, but he would be pleased when Chenelle was suffering because he had killed her daughter and her best friend.  She would blame herself, and she would be right to, because he wouldn’t be doing this if she had just listened to him, if she had just obeyed him like a good wife and this wouldn’t be happening, who was he kidding, he probably still would do this because it gave him this feeling inside that he loved to much.

Chenelle used to call Lance a maniac, and that angered him to no end.  He wasn’t a maniac, but she had been right about one thing, what he went through as a child had marked the path he was on now.  His parents were abusive downright mean, and he grew up knowing hate.  Perhaps if he had been raised in a different environment he would have turned out differently, perhaps if he hadn’t known pain the way he had as a child, he wouldn’t want to hurt others, but he knew violence growing up, it seemed the only times his parents wanted anything to do with him was when they were beating him.  They had moved away, because they had been afraid he would retaliate and if he was given the chance he would make them suffer the way he had been made to suffer, but they had taken off and he had no idea where. 

Maybe when he killed his parents he would be able to stop killing.  Lance had no idea, he kind of doubted it though, because he got too much of a satisfaction after this.

Lances parents had killed the only other thing he had ever loved, a puppy that had followed him home one day, he loved that puppy the way it would lick his tears away when he cried out of fear, but he learned quickly that tears did not do any good.  He could not stop the tears from coming when his Father had shot Rascall right in front of him.  He had cried and cried then, and he had gotten beaten badly.  He knew then that he was going to spend his life wanting to get even at his father, and his Mother for just standing quietly in the background, not doing anything to help her son. As much as he hated his ex-wife and her best friend he hated his parents more than he hated anyone else, but even if he found them and killed them it did not mean he would stop, he got too much of a joy out of killing.  It was wrong, somehow he knew that, but he could not help the way he felt, and he was going to keep doing it, until he was put in prison or shot, and he was going to do everything to avoid that, even if it meant killing the pigs who tried to arrest him.

“Why don’t you cry out?  I know you’re scared, I would be if I was in your shoes.” Lance told his daughter, his voice had the edge of evil on it.

Cheyenne did not say anything, she was not going to give this man the satisfaction of crying out, he wanted that to badly.  Lance did not deserve to get anything he wanted, he deserved to get punished.  He needed to be thrown in prison and have the keys thrown away.  He did not deserve to see the light of day, and she needed to make sure that happened.  If he got away, then he would kill again for sure starting with her and Cheyenne and God knew where it would end.



Chapter Nine:

Jasmine found herself shaking, but she had to calm herself.  She had overheard Lance talking to his daughter, and he knew she was out here.  She knew that was going to present more danger for Cheyenne, and for her.  Lance knew he was being followed and that meant they were in a great deal of danger.  She knew he would try to prolong Cheyenne’s misery, but he would kill her regardless.  She had to get Cheyenne away from him.  The way he was dragging her, he was going to break Cheyenne’s arm, which was probably something he wanted to do.

Cheyenne was scared out of her mind, but Jasmine had to calculate her every move, she had to think of Cheyenne’s safety, of her own safety, but mainly Cheyenne’s safety.  She needed to get her out of their and back to her Mother, and then they needed to put this horror behind them.  This was not something that would easily be forgotten, but it was something they were all going to have to move passed, especially Cheyenne was going to need to get help to get through this, but they would get through this, with the help of the Lord they would get through this.

The word of the Lord brought comfort to Jasmine, so she found herself focusing on scripture, and focusing on her faith. It was the good Lord who was going to get her through this, and she was grateful that she had that faith.  She was a fighter, but more than that she was a believer and the same was true for Cheyenne and Chenelle as well.

Ecclesiastes 7

7 A good name is better than fine perfume,
    and the day of death better than the day of birth.
It is better to go to a house of mourning
    than to go to a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of everyone;
    the living should take this to heart.
Frustration is better than laughter,
    because a sad face is good for the heart.
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning,
    but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure.
It is better to heed the rebuke of a wise person
    than to listen to the song of fools.
Like the crackling of thorns under the pot,
    so is the laughter of fools.
    This too is meaningless.

Extortion turns a wise person into a fool,
    and a bribe corrupts the heart.

The end of a matter is better than its beginning,
    and patience is better than pride.
Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit,
    for anger resides in the lap of fools.

10 Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?”
    For it is not wise to ask such questions.

11 Wisdom, like an inheritance, is a good thing
    and benefits those who see the sun.
12 Wisdom is a shelter
    as money is a shelter,
but the advantage of knowledge is this:
    Wisdom preserves those who have it.

13 Consider what God has done:

Who can straighten
    what he has made crooked?
14 When times are good, be happy;
    but when times are bad, consider this:
God has made the one
    as well as the other.
Therefore, no one can discover
    anything about their future.

15 In this meaningless life of mine I have seen both of these:

the righteous perishing in their righteousness,
    and the wicked living long in their wickedness.
16 Do not be overrighteous,
    neither be overwise—
    why destroy yourself?
17 Do not be overwicked,
    and do not be a fool—
    why die before your time?
18 It is good to grasp the one
    and not let go of the other.
    Whoever fears God will avoid all extremes.[a]

19 Wisdom makes one wise person more powerful
    than ten rulers in a city.

20 Indeed, there is no one on earth who is righteous,
    no one who does what is right and never sins.

21 Do not pay attention to every word people say,
    or you may hear your servant cursing you—
22 for you know in your heart
    that many times you yourself have cursed others.

23 All this I tested by wisdom and I said,

“I am determined to be wise”—
    but this was beyond me.
24 Whatever exists is far off and most profound—
    who can discover it?
25 So I turned my mind to understand,
    to investigate and to search out wisdom and the scheme of things
and to understand the stupidity of wickedness
    and the madness of folly.

26 I find more bitter than death
    the woman who is a snare,
whose heart is a trap
    and whose hands are chains.
The man who pleases God will escape her,
    but the sinner she will ensnare.

27 “Look,” says the Teacher,[b] “this is what I have discovered:

“Adding one thing to another to discover the scheme of things—
28     while I was still searching
    but not finding—
I found one upright man among a thousand,
    but not one upright woman among them all.
29 This only have I found:
    God created mankind upright,
    but they have gone in search of many schemes.”

The word of the Lord was a great deal of comfort through this.  In fact it was her faith in the good Lord above, her knowledge that something greater was passed this world, that if she gave her heart to Jesus she would make it to Heaven one day, but she had no desire to make it to Heaven this night, she felt the lord had more for her to do in this world and she was sure the Lord had great plans for Cheyenne as well.  He had gifted the little girl with an intelligence beyond her years and a desire to help others.

Jasmine knew she could not get through this without the help of the Lord.  She knew there was no way she could get through any of this without her faith.   Jesus was truly her savior and she was beyond thankful for that, she was beyond thankful for the life she was blessed with.

She could only imagine the fear Cheyenne must be feeling.  She was a brave, bright little girl, but still she was only a little girl, and she didn’t need to be going through this.  She needed to be with her Mom, they should have been home, ordering pizza like they did every Friday night.  Cheyenne was trying to survive though, trying to survive the monster who was trying to kill her.  The monster was her own Father.

Lance was no man, he was a monster, everyone who truly knew him knew that.   The one’s that truly knew him knew what he was capable of, after all he had already killed, far too many times to count, and Jasmine did not even want to think about that, because thinking about it made her sick to her stomach and made her worry about her ability to get Cheyenne away from this man.

Lord help me through this, give me the wisdom to know when to move and when not to, and lay a shield of protection over me and over Cheyenne, especially over Cheyenne Lord she is only a little girl, and she needs to know that she is going to be okay.  I need to know that too Lord, but she needs your protection.  She can’t defend herself the way I can.  Thank you Lord for listening to our prayers, I love you and I praise you.  May you help us through this in the name of Jesus amen.

Jasmine could hear footsteps grow heavier and heavier, and she knew it was Lance coming closer and closer.  She had to stay hidden though, at least until she was ready, ready to get Cheyenne away from this monster.

With each footstep Jasmine found herself biting back the fear.  She could not let this fear paralyzed her that was not what the Lord wanted and she knew that.  She needed the strength that could only come from the Lord above.  Cheyenne needed her, and she was not about to fail her she knew that was not what the Lord wanted of her either.

If she hadn’t been scared for her very life, for Cheyenne’s life she would have taken the time to look at the beauty around her. Even in the dark there was beauty to be seen, God’s handiwork in this place, but right now what she was experiencing was far from God ordained.  She had to focus on getting Cheyenne out of here, she did not have time to sight see.  In fact she was too scared to look around.  Everyone told Jasmine how brave she was, how she was the first to stand up in a dangerous situation, but right now she felt like a scared kitten.

Jasmine had to remind herself that God was ultimately in control.  That no matter what happened, that God would be there with them.  He was there now, at the very moment, even as she felt the terror go through her, even as she felt the footsteps grow closer and closer.

The Lord is my strength, my comfort, my ever present help in times of trouble.  Jasmine kept uttering that reminder to herself over and over again, finding the strength she needed in those words.  She was not going to let Lance win, by showing him her fear. He got too much pleasure out of that, and she was not going to let him have that kind of satisfaction.  Lance deserved to be punished, not be rewarded.

Thank you Lord for the strength you have given me, and thank you for getting me this far.  I love you Lord, and I am grateful for all you have done for me, but I am not asking for me I am asking for Cheyenne and for Chenelle Lord.  They both need each other, Chenelle is not going to be able to heal without her daughter, she will never forgive herself if something happens to her.  You and I both know this is not her fault, but I know she is going to blame herself, because that is the way she is.

Jasmine could hear Cheyenne not really talking, not begging, just making noises.  She hoped she was okay, that Lance had not already did something to her, that she wasn’t going to be too late.  She had to get to Cheyenne as soon as possible, because if he did give her something she was going to need help, and need help right away.  She needed the Lord to intervene, now more than ever, she could not do this alone, but she was not alone, and that brought a great deal of comfort and hope to Jasmine.  It gave her the strength to believe that somehow, someway they were going to get out of this alive.  They had to get out of this alive.  The Lord would not get them this far, and let them lose this battle.  Good always outweighed evil, even when it did not seem that way.  Jasmine had to try and remember that.

The footsteps were growing closer and closer, and she knew that he knew she was there now.  Lance knew that she was after him, and wanted Cheyenne back, and that meant even more danger.  She had to work fast now, she had to get Cheyenne away from that monster that freak. He needed to get thrown in prison for the rest of his life.  He was a terrifying man, a very terrifying man.  A man who did not deserve to see the light of day, unless it was behind bars.  He needed to be locked away, and not given contact with anyone.  He would definitely be a danger to anyone in their lives.

Lord show Cheyenne that we are here to help her, that she is going to get through this.  She needs you Lord, and so do I.  We cannot go through this without you, we can barely make it through this with you, but what is impossible with the world is possible with us, and I am more than grateful for that.  I love you Lord, and I thank you for your ever present comfort and help.  You are an ever present help Lord, and I am so thankful for that.  I am thankful that you have given me the courage I need to get through this.  I could not do this without you Lord.  You are truly my strength.

Jasmine did not like the sounds Cheyenne was making.  Something about them did not sound right, it was almost like a gurgling.  She had to act now, she had to make it out of here. She had to get Cheyenne help if something was wrong with her. She knew Cheyenne was going to need the help to get through this.  She was going to need to fight for Cheyenne, because Cheyenne was probably too weak to fight for herself. 

What kind of sick person tries to kill their own daughter, slowly poisoning, making them suffer.

Unfortunately Jasmine knew the answer to that, the very man who helped bring Cheyenne into the world.  No child deserved to go through the things Cheyenne was going through, no one deserved to suffer like this, at the hands of someone who loved them.  She was going to get through this with the Lord.  Her faith got her through this, and she was glad that I was able to do this.  Jasmine was going to do everything in her power to get through this, and to get Cheyenne safely away from this monster, but she was afraid damage had already been done, that Lance had already given Cheyenne something, something that could do some serious damage, Jasmine prayed that was not the case, but she was not going to take any chances.  She couldn’t take any chances, she had to make sure Cheyenne was okay.  She had to keep her promise to Chenelle.  She was going to bring Cheyenne safely home, and she was going to make sure Lance was in prison where he belonged.  He actually deserved death, but that would be to easy, prison would be worse for him. 

The gurgling sound coming from the direction of Cheyenne was scaring Jasmine to no end.  What if Cheyenne was beyond help now?  Jasmine could not let herself believe that, she had to hold on to the hope that things would be okay, that Cheyenne was going to get through this


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