Page 99 of Bad Kind of Love

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Becca

Sometimes, all I feel like I do anymore is cry.

I haven’t cried this much since I was a little girl, but this hurt was different. It wasn’t the sting of a scratch you get after you’ve fallen off a bike. It was more intense, more painful than anything I’ve ever experienced. This hurt dug its nails into my heart, ripping and tearing until my chest was ready to explode and my body ready to give in.

But that’s heartbreak for you.

It came unannounced, just like when you experience the feeling of love. In retrospect, love and heartbreak happened the same way, the emotions were just different.

As I clung onto the steering wheel, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling or splashing into my lap, creating a stain of wetness on my jeans. Jack’s betrayal was unforgivable. I felt used, dirty even knowing the man I fell in love with, was the same man who haunted my dreams.

I wanted to hate him. I wanted to smack him until he felt the same pain I felt when I realized he wasn’t the man he said he was. But as I squeezed the leather of the steering wheel, hate was a feeling that I could never feel towards Jack.

Even if he fucking deserved it.

I continue to drive around town looking for any sign of my dad anywhere. After he jet off in Aunt Claire’s jeep, I had a terrible feeling he might go to the police, but luckily after driving by the station, he wasn’t there. The sun was going down and my hopes of finding him were dwindling. But as I turned down a sketchy road on the outskirts of town, my aunt’s jeep sticking out like a sore thumb. It sat parked in front of an old warehouse building.

It looked straight out of a horror movie, shattered windows, an old dilapidated roof that appeared ready to cave in and a chain link fence that reminded me of the prison's fence. Everything about this place gave me the fucking creeps and whatever was going on inside had to be illegal.

Pulling up behind the jeep, I shut off the car and peer out the windows for any glimpse of my dad. The last thing I wanted to do was go inside the eerie building, but I had a strong feeling he was in there.

And up to no fucking good.

Wiping at my wet cheeks, I muster up all my courage and hop out of the car. The sounds of barking dogs echo in the air and you could smell something foul. My nose scrunches up immediately, but as I round my car and find a small gap through the fence, the smell was the least of my concerns.

I notice a tall burly man round the corner of the warehouse, dressed in all black. He halts to a stop when he sees me standing by the fence.

“This is private fucking property.” He seethes, reaching down onto his belt and pulling out a firearm. It’s hanging loose at his side, but I find myself lifting my arms up in fear.

“I’m… I’m looking for my dad.” I cry. “He’s parked right out front.” I point towards the jeep, and the man’s eyes follow my movement.

“Who’s your dad?” He grunts while tilting his head at me.

“Shane.” I respond. “Shane O’Connor.”

His lips twitch, and soon his gun is placed back in its holder on his hip.

“Come with me.” His monotone voice reverberates toward me, but I’m reluctant to follow him.

“Is he inside?” I ask.

He appears almost frustrated by my question as his brows furrow.

“Yes, now come.” He demands again.

“Can’t… can’t you just tell him to come outside?” I beg, staring into his dark eyes that grew colder as I continued to disobey his command.

“Come, now.” He orders taking a long stride towards me.

Fear got the best of me and I quickly crouched down to go back under the gap, but the firm grasp of a hand on my arm stopped me

“Scream and I’ll hurt you.” He growls before tugging me towards him.

The sting of his strong hold had me yelping in pain, but the terror of who this man was and what he was going to do with me was even worse. His dark hair was cut short, almost military like as I observed him up close. He wasn’t an ugly man but a deep scar ran down the side of his face, dragging down the length of his neck.It made him appear sinister.

Pulling me across the yard, he kicks open the door and drags me inside the dinghy building.

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