I down another drink, set the glass in the sink, and stare out the window at the darkness beyond. No lights for miles, no neighbors, no one to hear her if she screams. Good.
She's mine.
My need claws at my chest like an animal, and I tamp it back down.
She's safe, I tell myself, as if warring with the devil and the angel on my shoulders.
She's safe.
Mine.
Safe.
I shake my head and turn away, my eyes resting on her phone, plugged in and tucked away on a shelf. And if she does find it, I've changed her bloody password.
I'll check her messages. I need to see what her fucking fiancé is saying and what her mam said.Make sure no one's getting suspicious. I don't need anyone looking for the lass.
I scroll through her notifications. There are only a few. She doesn't spend much time on her phone, preferring time with her cat, her books, or her friends in person. She has no socials and doesn't text very often.
When I click the message button, there are twelve messages from her fucking mother.
Mam
Bianca love, just checking in. You alright?
You didn't call today, I'm worried. Ring me when you can.
Bianca, love, this isn't like you.
Each one is more frantic than the last. I can picture her pacing the drawing room of the little flat, worried about her reputation. I never much liked her mother. Francesca White’s a fucking narcissist.
I type out a response mimicking Bianca's text style, casual and reassuring. Short and to the point is likely best.
Needed some space to clear my head. The trip is lovely. Please don't worry. I'll ring you soon. Love you.
I click send.
Then fucking Crowning.
Five messages, not nearly as understanding. And it takes every ounce of self-control in my body to not get in the car, drive to the bugger, and beat the living shite out of him like I've wanted to for so long now.
We'll get there, and when I do, I'll savor every goddamn second.
Crowning
Bianca, you can't just leave like this. We need to talk about this properly.
Bianca, answer me.
Is this because I made those comments about your weight and the gym? I only want what's best for you. You got quiet after that.
What a fucking wanker. Criticizing her body?Bianca's?
Christ. I want to sink my teeth into those curves and fuck her until she knows exactly how perfect she is.
I'll keep this in mind when I finally get my hands on him.
Crowning
