I scooted up the bed until my back was against the headboard. “No.” I shook my head. But he rushed toward me.
I opened my mouth to yell for my dad, but as soon as my mouth opened, his hand covered it and he grabbed me up against him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he whispered in my ear. His hot breath blew across my sensitive skin, causing a shiver to run up my spine. “I told you, you can’t leave me. What made you think I wouldn’t come get what was mine?”
I elbowed him in the stomach, causing him to release me. As soon as I was out of his grip, I made a run for it. I reached the door just as he caught me and pushed me hard against it, my head bounced off with a loud thud. The hit caused me to become dizzy and a ringing started in my ears. I leaned against the door to stay upright and my eyes met his just as he drew back his fist and punched me in the stomach.
I fell to the floor, trying to crawl away, but he grabbed me by my leg and pulled me back to him. He straddled me, pinning my arms beneath his knees.
“You’re never going to get away, Lennox.” He pulled back his fist and landed a hit to my face.
I woke with a jump, covered in sweat and my heart racing. I scanned the room quickly to see that I was alone. I laid back down to calm my racing heart. Was Chris capable of something like that? I had no doubt that he was. My only hope was that he wouldn’t find me.
“Lennox, breakfast is ready if you’re hungry,” Kathryn said, sticking her head into my room.
I didn’t answer but slowly sat up from bed. My sides were hurting badly already, I must have tossed and turned all night. I stood slowly and made my way toward my bathroom where my pain medication was. I tossed one back and headed downstairs for breakfast.
Sitting at the table, I piled my plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. It was the first day in a long time that I actually had an appetite.
“How’d you sleep?” Dad asked.
I poured myself a cup of coffee. “Not very well. I should probably start taking my pain medication before going to bed.”