Large Image
Share This
Description
I grab the last bag from my car and shut the door. I hear the crunch of snow behind me. I turn and can't believe my eyes. I drop my bag and reel from the sight of him, just feet in front of me, walking toward me with an arrogant smile plastered on his evil face. I feel my panic rising. I need to play the game and get rid of him.
"Hey, Bella."
"How are you doing?" I'm shaking, and I can hear my heart thumping in my ears like the drums in a symphony orchestra. What is he doing here? Wasn't I promised he'd leave me alone?
"Thank you for asking, Bella. I'm great." He smiles at me, then looks me up and down like I'm a mouse and he's a cat on the prowl.
"What brings you here?" My voice is shaking.
"I'm here because I saw that you were back." He smirks at me, then walks over to my car, slips his hand into the wheel well, and pulls out a small device.
"What is that?"
"Well, I had the foresight to put a tracking device on your car."
I gasp. That's how he knew I was back! He was tracking me! This man is truly crazy.
"Well, I just got home, and I'm exhausted. So, if you'll excuse me... " I move toward my apartment, gripping my bag tightly, hugging it to my chest like it'll shield me from him.
"Not so fast, Bella." He grabs my arm roughly. "You're going with me. I want to show off my new girlfriend." He's beaming sadistically.
My mind suddenly screams at me to run now. My fight-or-flight response kicks in, and I pull my arm out of his grasp and try to run. But in my haste, I slip on the snow, landing on my rear. He's too fast. He grabs my arm again and jerks me violently to a standing position.
"Why, just why? I'm not your girlfriend. Jackson and I have been over for weeks. He doesn't care about me. Whatever you're trying to do to hurt him is not going to work," I plead. My voice reeks of desperation.
"Bella, just get in my car, or you'll regret it," he says viciously through clenched teeth.
He lowers his head until we're eye to eye. His eyes are glassy and red.
"I'm not done using you yet. That's all you need to know. Move!"
He lets go of me, and I try once again to get away, but he grabs me brutally by the hair. A sharp pain explodes in my face. I'm in shock, frozen with fear. My legs have checked out of the game and refuse to work. I try to scream, but I've been struck mute with terror. He pushes me into the car and slams the door. I cry and plead with him to just let me go.
"Stop crying! I don't want you to look like a mess. Clean yourself up. There are paper napkins in the glove compartment."
I just stare, my mouth agape. He screams at me to move, and I recoil from him in terror. I comply and attempt to wipe the blood from my face as I sob.
"This isn't a way to sweep a woman off her feet if you want me to be your girlfriend," I hiss at him, and he ignores me. My panic bubbles up, like lava pressuring the earth's crust for freedom. "What do you want with me!?" I scream.
"Let's just say you're going to do a lot of things for me that you did for Jackson." He leers at me, and I don't miss his meaning. "He can't help you now. I'm untouchable."
I begin to sob anew.
"What did Jackson see in you? You're a wreck, spineless, and I haven't done anything to you... yet." He laughs, his voice cold and mocking. "I thought you'd be a stronger broad. You disappoint me." He smiles again, and the change in his mood is instant, like a flip of a switch. "He's going to be shocked when he sees us together. I can do what I want, and if I want you... " He grabs my thigh and leans into me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers menacingly, "I'll take you."
Tag This Book
This Book Has Been Tagged
Our Recommendation
Notify Me When The Price...
Log In to track this book on eReaderIQ.
Track These Authors
Log In to track Debra Ann Smith on eReaderIQ.