Page 63 of Lani

The doors to the van are ripped open, Freddy is standing at the open door. “Hi darlin’, welcome home,” he says cheerfully, and Andrea comes around the side, giving him a weird look.

Hmm.

“Thank you.” I smile, pretending to be happy about everything that has happened.

Freddy holds out his hand for me to take and I accept it. I smile, swallowing back the puke that is crawling up my throat.

I look back at Vinny, clenching my eyes closed. “Be careful, sweetheart.” Freddy says in a soft voice that sends chills up my spine.

“Sweetheart? Why are you being nice to her!” Andrea screams at the top of her lungs.

Andrea slams the van door shut, leaving Vinny inside.

Another vehicle pulls up to us and one of the guys from earlier steps out, his hand outstretched. “My payment?” Andrea hands him a pile of cash. They get in an SUV and leave.

We walk inside the house. I don’t resist, but I can hear Andrea huffing and puffing behind us, talking under her breath.

She has totally and completely lost it.

Freddy leads me to the couch, handing me a blanket and treating me like I’m made of glass. This is a really fucked up situation. Vinny is in the van and it’s like they have totally forgotten about him.

Andrea pushes Freddy’s shoulder. His face changes right before my eyes and I shiver internally. I remember that look. He had that same look on his face when he attacked me in Los Angeles.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” he yells in her face. I flinch when I see the spit splatter all over her face.

I’m shaking. My entire body is shaking, even my insides. I just want to go home. I want Andy to bring me food and I want to be in bed between my guys where it’s safe and warm.

It’s like this is all a dream. Or a nightmare.

Andrea’s face shows her shock. “You told me you wanted to kill her, that she hurt you, broke your heart. I helped you,” she whispers, before she turns her evil eyes to me.

Freddy doesn’t say a word. He just stares at her. If Freddy wasn’t totally crazy, he would have been a good-looking guy, but he is fucking whacked in the head along with Andrea.

“I love her.”

Oh fuck, I’m not sure if that was the correct answer, Freddy. I try not to panic, because I don’t want her pissed at me.

“I gave up everything for you! I’m broke, I’ve lost my doctor’s license! Everything for you! You said you loved me. You said she hurt you. I wanted to make her pay for you.”

Holy fucking shit, what is going on? I am so confused.

Freddy laughs. “I just used you, duh,” he taunts her and leans against the doorframe. “She’s a supermodel, everyone loves her and wants to be with her. But she’s mine now. She and our babies will live a happy life together.”

Oh my god, he’s worse off than I even thought possible.

She screams at the top of her lungs. I’m not sure how the windows are still fucking intact in the house.

My teeth are chattering from the nerves and the stress of the situation. “You do not mock me!” she screeches. What is up with her and that fucking screaming?

I sit back on the couch, hoping that I just disappear into them and Freddy and Andrea just continue to argue amongst themselves.

Freddy laughs again, smirking and looking at me. “So fucking what? Isn’t my fault you’re stupid. How many times did I cum and I shouted her name? You look like her, a bland version, but I settled with you until I could have her.”

I cover my mouth with my hand in horror. I’m more than terrified. I pray to God that he doesn’t plan on raping me. That is a horror I hope I never face. I’d make it through it somehow, someway if that happened to be my fate.

“How dare you say that to me! You were homeless, I took you in and into my bed!” Andrea smacks Freddy across the face, and he pushes her away from him. She hits the wall opposite her.

My eyes are moving back and forth, watching all of his unfold. I hold my breath and just listen.

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