Crap. I had to stop thinking like that. I was stressed, and I knew I needed some sort of release. But I was a man of my word.
I wouldn’t harm her, but she’d fucking be sorry for leaving me.
Chapter 15
Avidya
After telling Krissy bye for the day and heading to my house, I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my lips. Today had been a good day at work. No one threw up and the kids actually got along pretty well. Also, there was a new twelve-week-old, who was adorably cute and small.
Everything was going smoothly as far as I was concerned. I was only a short eight weeks from my due date and this past weekend we’d a small baby shower. Krissy was determined to have one for me, which I didn’t fight her on.
Only thing missing was my entire family, but I was happy. I didn’t have a huge gaping hole where my heart was now. Thinking about my past hurt, but it was bearable. Every day it was more bearable.
Opening the front door, I froze. My heart beat in my chest in heavy thumps. My eyes widened in horror. Fear consumed me. My stomach twisted into knots.
Time froze.
In the living room, tied to a chair and unconscious was Taylor. His head hung down to his chest, his breathing slow. Behind him stood a man that looked way too much like Cody, but a bit pudgier and shorter. His eyes were a tad lighter, but still, I could see the pain he wished to cause me.
I hadn’t expected to come home to this. Anything but this. I had been so prepared to come home every day to find my husband waiting for me. Or even for any other family member to be waiting to take me back because something had happened to Zachariah.
Anything but this.
Oh God. Where are you? Please, oh please, come now.
“Well, don’t just stand there, child. Come in. Shut the door, too,” the man spoke in a demanding voice.
Slowly, I entered the house fully and shut the door behind me. I could have easily ran, but I didn’t trust the man that had a gun pointed at my head. He could easily shoot me before I took a step outside.
“Good girl,” he said, giving me a toothy smile. Most of his teeth were yellow from years of smoking and drugs no doubt.
I remained quiet. What did he want? How did he find me? Why was he here?
“Have a seat,” he said, nodding to the couch.
“Can I go pee first?” I asked, not moving. “Or I’ll pee my pants.”
“Fine. Make it quick,” he grunted out.
I nodded, taking steps backward, not removing my eyes from him. I didn’t trust this man. There was no way in hell I’d ever trust him. When I reached the bathroom, I shut the door and turned on the water slightly.
Oh, God. What was I going to do? Aaron was in my house. He was in the one place that I thought was safest from him. Safest from anyone that wanted to harm me. What did he want?
My breaths came fast and choppy. My heart beat in overtime. I forced myself to get my act together. I couldn’t panic. Not yet. I could when this was all over with.
Being seven months pregnant, I couldn’t afford to panic. I also couldn’t afford to let things get too far carried away.
Leaning my hands on the countertop, I looked at myself in the mirror. I mentally told myself to get a freaking grip. I could get through this. I had to.
My stomach tightened, causing my breath to hitch for a moment before the pain passed.
With shaking hands, I pulled my phone from my purse and dialed the one number that I knew would no doubt be able to help. I knew I had to.
“Hello,” Kent’s voice came through on the first ring.
“He’s here. Aaron is here,” I whispered hurriedly.
“In the house?” Kent asked, fully alert.
