Page 42 of Cooper’s Promise

“I’m not ignoring you. I told you, I’m cold. I need to put something on.”

“Yes, you do.” He sounded happy. He shoved her hard, and she fell onto the bed.

Oh, God, he was going to rape her. She grabbed the blue jeans that she had dropped on the bed. Her phone was in them.

She felt something slap her back. It was material.

“Put that on.”

What?

“Get off the bed and put that on. I want to see you in that dress.”

She rolled over, and touched the white spandex dress she had thrown out months ago. It had a wine stain on it. “Where did you get this?”

“Quit asking questions and put it on.” He thrust his knife at her.

She saw an open duffel bag on the floor.

“I said put on the dress.”

She looked at it. It was strapless. She couldn’t wear a bra with it. She fought back tears. She was not going to cry in front of this bastard. She pulled it over her head. Then turned around to take off her bra.

“No! I want to see you. I want to see your breasts. I deserve to see your breasts, and not through a window.”

“Fuck you, Josiah!” She turned around and ripped her bra off and yanked the dress in place. “There, are you satisfied?”

“It’s beautiful,” he sighed.

“You’re insane.”

“Don’t say that. I’m your boyfriend.” He squatted beside the duffel and pulled out a tube of lipstick and handed it to her. It was her brand. She shuddered.

“Go into the bathroom and put that on.”

He followed her and watched as she applied it.

“Now put on the red shoes that match the lipstick,” he demanded.

“I can’t. They’re at my apartment.”

“Goddammit!”

“Hold on, maybe they’re under the bed.”

“Good, that’s good. Go look.”

Brenna walked over to the bed, and went to where her jeans were hanging off the side of the bed. She shook the comforter so that her jeans fell onto the floor, then she made a big show of looking under the bed, wiggling her ass. She grabbed her phone. She put the volume down to zero then pressed three on her speed dial.

“I can’t find the shoe Josiah.”

“Wait, maybe the black shoes are under the bed. Wait a minute. Did you kill Toby?”

He pulled her legs.

“You’re hurting me!” she shrieked, as he dragged her out from under the bed.

“We’re leaving. I have someplace special for us to go.”