A Step Closer To Hell Book 4

Back at the motel room, Ryan was allowed to sit up. He looked at the other three.


“What will you do with me?” Ryan asked

“There is a surprise waiting for you.” Brendon told him.

“I don’t like surprises.” Ryan trembled.

Brendon, Jon and Spencer looked at each other, and then assured him he would.

Ryan sat there, he was very frightened.

“When are we leaving?” Ryan finally asked.

“You’ll know.” was all Brendon would tell him

“I want to go to sleep.” Ryan said.

He was allowed to lie down. He went to sleep. It was a troubled sleep.

Ryan’s dreams
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In his first dream, he saw Patrick. He tried to call to him; but Patrick kept ignoring him.

Then he was back in New York, doing what he should have been doing following his instincts and leaving, as soon as he was discovered. Then he turned and saw Brendon, he was vicious.

“If you run now, you’ll be running for the rest of your life, Ry, Ry. As you know, you can do it all you want, but you can’t hide! Not from me.” Brendon hissed in his ear.

Then he was in the woods, running. Brendon was shouting.

“You better run, you little bitch!”

Ryan was trying to catch his breath, When Spencer and Jon grabbed him and pulled him down.

Brendon caught up with him; they started clubbing him with Baseball bats.


Ryan woke up, gasping.
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Pete’s place
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When Pete walked in, Andy was sitting on the sofa, Pete joined him.

“I’m sorry.” Andy told him feebly.


“He’ll be back. Where could he go?” Pete added.
“I taped everything.” Andy informed him.

Pete told him he wanted to see the tape.


He sat and watched the tape, Andy could tell He was boiling mad.

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Patrick was only three miles away; he decided he should turn back and go home. He wasn’t as brave as Ryan was, but Ryan wasn’t smart enough to keep moving.

He thought Andy was asleep, when he crept back into the house. He gasped at the sight.

Andy was sitting on the sofa, Pete was sitting next to him his arms folded, and he was sneering at Patrick.

“Where did you go?! Pete Demanded.

“Not far.” Patrick said.


“You are in serious trouble.” Pete informed him

Patrick gulped.

“How far did you go?” Pete asked him

“Three miles.” Patrick said to the floor.

Pete abruptly got up.

“As much trouble, as you’re in a little eye contact would be nice!” Pete thundered

Patrick looked in Pete’s eyes and repeated it. Pete’s eyes glittered in anger

“Three miles, Jesus Fucking Christ!” What did you do, Walk three miles, then turn around and come back?!” Pete was screaming at this point.

“Yes. Then God knows why he said it, He was a glutton for punishment. “So technically I went six miles.”

Pete did not believe what he was hearing.

“What the hell? Pete inquired.

Patrick was in the deep end now, and it was sink or swim.

“I walked three miles, then turned around and walked back. That’s round trip, six miles.”

Pete was fuming; He didn’t know how long he was going to be able keep his composure

He turned to Andy,

“Andy Thanks for watching him for me, I’m home to stay now.

Andy grabbed his stuff and told him he would see him later.

When He left, Pete turned on Patrick and started pummeling him.

He stopped, Patrick was bleeding, and Pete got on his sidekick.
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Back at the motel room
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Brendon slammed his flip phone shut.


“What’s happening?” Jon asked


“Pete won’t be back, and we are to check out first thing in the morning.”


“Patrick?” Spencer asked


“I’ll tell you all about it later.” He informed Him.


They made a sleep/ drive schedule. They agreed the faster they got Ryan back home the better it will be.