“Dirk, you’re going too fast.”
“The brakes aren’t working. Hold on.” He reached a hand out to protect me but jerked the wheel sharply, trying to make the turn.
When he entered the next switchback, he was going way too fast.
I could see a steep drop off to my right as we swerved, the wheels coming extremely close to the edge. Just when I thought we might make it, the rear wheels slipped from the road and we flipped over the edge.
The car rolled and careened, hitting rocks and trees. I lost track of the times it rolled over and how many times my head slammed against the glass of my car door, but I remembered it shattering and the tinkle of glass mixing with the sound of metal bending as it hit stone and trees.
The car spun and crashed before it finally stopped. Images played through my mind like a scattered film clip of fire and smoke and Dirk lay silent and still against the steering wheel. Blood flowed down his face. My face felt wet. I smelled sage and smoke before everything turned black.
Chapter30
Lucid Dreams
A black fog surrounded me.My nostrils burned from the fog, which seemed to crawl inside me. Mouth, nostrils, ears all surrendered to its penetrations.
I cried as I hugged Monica.
“Why do you have to leave, Mommy?”
Trey stood by the pool watching us, a scowl upon his face. I blinked, and he was in the pool, swimming. Away from me. He never reached the end. He just kept swimming but never moving.
Monica tugged on my skirt. “Don’t go, Mommy. Don’t go.”
I felt myself pulled away from her at an unrealistic rate over the Hollywood Hills. Over Beverly Hills. Black clouds and city traffic whizzed by until I stood in my office.
Dirk was on the bed in the surrogate room, wearing nothing. He was hard already, and I hadn’t even touched him. The lust in his eyes was palpable. He motioned me towards the bed.
I could see my reflection in the one-way mirror. The recording equipment was recording everything. It recorded me in my naked state. My breasts were bare with my taut nipples on display.
“Join me, Reggie. Come to bed. I’m cold.”
I turned to face him and those lusty dark eyes of his burned with a need for me. It was so strong, I could feel it between my legs. I moved towards him, but my legs felt heavy. Something held my wrist tight. It pulled me back.
I glanced down, and a handcuff secured my wrist. Pulling on it did nothing. I tugged and pulled and the more I strained, the more I was pulled through black smoke back to my car.
Parked in my garage, I sighed and turned off the engine. Just as the engine silenced, a large whack and shattered glass rang out around me. I sparkled with bright shiny lights as I felt the presence to my left.
A shadow spoke to me.
“Leave town or else.”
The shadow pressed a gun to my head.
“Or else.”
My heart beat so loudly it drowned out the sound of tinkling glass.
“Or else.”
“Or else what?” I screamed.
My scream echoed as if I was in a cave. My garage became a cave, and the shadow took on a physical form.
Burly arms. Broad shoulders. A balaclava was over his head, hiding everything but his eyes and his mouth. Like a ninja dressed in black, he stood over me. He smelled of leather and wood mixed with jasmine. His scent invaded my nostrils. Burning.
Burning like the black smoke that surrounded us in this cave.
