“Tell me. What exactly happened last night?”
I remind her of what I told her last night. That there were two guys, and how we grabbed one. How my brothers took him and are holding him for questioning.
“Look, I know it’s a pain in the ass, but I would like you to stay away from your place for a minute, at least until we have answers as to why this is happening. In fact, I need to head over to the club so we can figure this shit out.”
“So you’re leaving.” She states rather than asks.
“I was hoping you would go with me. You and the kids can hang out at the clubhouse while I take care of business. If you want to stay here, though, you can. I’ll have a brother come over and hang out outside to make sure no one approaches who shouldn’t. Either way, you’ll be safe.”
“I’d like to go with you,” she says quietly.
Thank fuck, because the thought of her and the kids being out of reach makes my skin crawl.
Ithought I was fine. I thought I could brush off last night and everything that happened, but I can’t, not when I see the damage it’s caused to my kids. Leaning back against the picnic table, I silently cry as I watch my kids play on the swing set just a little bit away.
My heart breaks as I watch them.
The kids have made so much progress since we moved here. I’ve watched them become the kids that they always should have been. They are both doing amazing in school, haven’t missed a day, and are on the honor roll. They don’t look over their shoulders anymore or speak in low tones in fear of upsettingsomeone. They aren’t afraid of telling me what they want or what they need, and it’s been amazing.
Hell, even I’ve changed for the better.
Then last night happened, wiping it all away in the blink of an eye.
Someone tried to break into my house. Two someones. I don’t know what they wanted with us, but I can only assume it has something to do with Evan.
Fucking Evan.
God, I wish I had killed him. Instead, I was a coward. I only ran at the encouragement of my eight-year-old son.
What kind of mother am I?
Yeah, I got us out then, and I got us out last night, but who’s to say I will get us out a third time?
Evan isn’t the type to ever give up. He will keep coming for me, over and over again, until he finally has me back under his roof, locked away.
If he gets me, he will kill me. I know it. It won’t be right away either. No, he will drag it out to make me regret ever leaving in the first place. He will torture me until my body finally gives up once and for all.
Then my kids will be left alone with him.
What will he do to them?
He’s already hit Tanner. I can’t even imagine what he would do to them if I wasn’t around.
No, I thought not speaking his name would keep us safe, but it has only made Mac’s job harder. He needs to know everything. I need to tell him the whole horrid story.
“Hey, you okay?” someone asks softly, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.
Sitting up, I quickly try to brush away my tears.
“I’m fine.”
Kelly and Sloane sit down on either side of me.
“You know it’s okay not to be okay, right?” Kelly says.
“Having someone try to break in would fuck with anyone,” Sloane adds.
“It’s all my fault,” I whisper as the tears start to build again. “Fuck, I’m so sick of crying.”
