I guess that explains why Aiden was suddenly so interested in Eva.
Does she know about him? About this? Does it even matter?
Focus, Jessy. Focus.
This is my chance.
Maybe my only chance.
I can’t mess it up.
There is no kitchen, just a couple of wooden chairs, one burner and a portable mini-fridge. The front door is locked, and the deadbolt in place.
Before I can give it a better look, he directs me to the other door that leads to the small bathroom, and shoves me inside.
“Don’t test me, Terry. I’m all out of patience.”
My tongue darts out, sliding over my dry lips. “You can still make this right, you know. Just let me go, and nobody will ever have to find out what happened. I’ll?—”
“You’ll nothing,” he grinds out, grabbing my hair and tugging hard before slamming my head against the tiles.
My head rings from the impact, white dots dancing in front of my eyes.
“Now, either go and take a leak or I’ll leave you so you can do it all over yourself and marinate in it. Your choice.”
“I-I can’t…” I whisper. “With my h-hands…”
A twisted smile curls his lips, and my stomach revolts from the silent promise shining in his dark gaze, or maybe it’s the concussion showing its ugly face after having my head slammed so many times. The jury is still out.
“If you wanted to get me to take off your clothes, all you had to do was ask.” His hand slides down my torso, grabbing my breast and squeezing it violently before he moves lower. He bends down so he can reach the hem of my dress that hits just above my knee. “Hell, maybe I should take it all off and leave you naked.” His gaze lowers, the material slowly starting to rise. “Easier acces?—”
I lift my leg up as fast and as hard as I can, my knee connecting with his nose. The loud crunching sound has my stomach revolting. Aiden screams loudly, his hands going to his face as he sways on the balls of his feet.
I use this to my advantage, and stomp on his foot with everything I have in me. He falls back, losing his balance.
You run back to me.
Matthew’s words ring in my head, as clear as they were that day he said them to me for the first time.
So that’s what I do.
I run.
My heart is galloping, breathing ragged. My vision is blurry, and the dizziness makes me sway. I twist my wrists as I run for the door, trying to get my hands free.
I stumble, my body crashing into the hardwood.
I can hear a commotion in the bathroom, but I don’t dare turn around.
Don’t slow down.
Don’t look back.
Don’t stop.
My wrists are still bound, piercing pain spreading through my arms from how hard I’m trying to get them free. The mix of pain and nausea is getting to me.
Run, Trouble.
