So I keep driving. I make him chase me around town in circles. I go around a roundabout six times in a row, just circling. I hope this is driving him insane, literally.
My phone rings. I answer it.
“Yeah?”
“Pull over, Laura,” he says, using his stern teacher voice. “This is getting silly.”
I hang up on him and keep going. I’ve got enough gas to do another two hundred miles, and I think I’m going to do all of them.
I keep going for another mile or so, at which point I start to notice other cars showing up. One passes and gets in front of me. Then it starts to slow. I can’t pass, because another car is suddenly behind me, taking up the whole opposite lane like a mad person.
I am boxed in with nowhere to go, and brought to a relatively slow and reasonable halt. The second I stop, Sam is at my door. He opens it, takes his keys out of his ignition, and waves the other cars on.
We are left on a country road late at night, because I had the smart idea to head out of town, maybe even out of state.
“What do you want?” I ask the question with my arms folded over my chest.
He smiles at me, very calm, very pleased.
“You are quite the handful when you want to be,” he says. “And when I think back to how well behaved you were the first time we were together… have I spoiled you, Laura?”
“No, you’ve just put me through enough shit that I’ve lost patience with you. Coming to my house? Getting on my stepdad’s good side? I don’t know how you even did that. And getting me pregnant?”
He lets me rant until I run out of things to say.
Then he steps in, slides his hand behind my head, and grips my hair firmly.
“You’re not going to get away from me,” he says. “Not ever. And that’s a good thing, because it means you’re always going to have me. And our baby is going to have a father, and a grandfather who will do literally anything for them.”
He didn’t choose those words at random. He said them on purpose, because they mean something. Because John must be… I stop myself from thinking too deeply about it.
I’m starting to get the feeling I have been so incredibly naive. Am I surrounded by monsters? Did this one find me because the other one had already somehow marked me? I don’t even want to know what John’s deal is. The fact that Sam seems to like him so well concerns me greatly. John hated him a day ago, now they’re best friends. Make it make sense. Or don’t, because I don’t want to know.
“I hate you. You’ve stolen my life. I had a plan. And it’s fucked now. You’ve fucked my whole life the fuck up.”
“I haven’t, baby. You’re going to finish school. I promise. I’ll get you tutors, and I’ll make sure you get all the advantages you need.”
“You’re a fucking psycho,” I tell him.
“Psycho is not a proper term,” he responds, pressing me back against the car. I can feel his hips against mine, putting a very pleasant pressure right at the apex of my thighs. He’s hard.
It feels like it has been a very long time since we had sex.
Suddenly, I don’t know why that is. The feeling of his dominant cock rubbing up against me as he holds me while I lash out at him is enough to distract my mind from any reasonable concerns. My body craves him instantly and so completely nothing else matters.
“You’re never going to want for anything,” he says. “And neither is anyone in your family.”
“What about those men who…”
“Those men don’t fucking exist anymore,” he says. “And everybody knows that. Touching you is a death sentence.”
I believe him. He has made too many people disappear for me not to know he means every word he says. I haven’t asked what he did to Dave. I know he would never tell me, and I also know, deep down in my gut, exactly what he did.
He’s a killer.
He’s a monster.
And he drives me wild. The chemistry between us has always been crazy. That’s why I ran, because I knew I couldn’t be sane while I was with him. But there really is no escaping him.
