Page 6 of Knot Your Rebel

He pounded on the door again. “You have exactly five seconds to open this door, Rebel, or I’m coming in there, and you’re going to pray that I like what I see. I’m expecting you to be naked, on hands and knees, and presenting for me like a good little omega. Not the brat I’ve been dealing with for the last hour. Tick tock. Tick tock. The longer I wait, the worse it will be.”

My heart pounded, and I shuffled towards the window. Please be open, please be open. The chant sounded in my brain, and I released a brief sigh of relief when the window cracked. The door continued to rattle from his constant abuse.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

“I’m coming in.” I heard the splinter of the door when I was halfway out the window, and I propelled myself to move faster.

Landing on the grass, a cry slipped from my mouth when my ankle twisted on the way down. Luckily, I had enough adrenaline pumping through my veins to get up and scurry away. My car was mere steps, and I knew I could make it.

Anger-filled eyes found me as he looked out the window. “You’ll pay for this.” I waited for him to climb out after me like an idiot, frozen; but instead, all he did was stare me down. “I’ll be waiting.” Those were the last words I heard before opening, slamming, and locking the car door in case he got any bright ideas to chase after me.

My hands shook as I tried to put the keys in the ignition. “Damn it!” I yelled, not really at myself but in general. I kept looking out my rearview mirror, waiting to see the lights of his truck following me, but they never came. Once I’d gotten a few miles away, my heart rate started to settle. I didn’t want to go to Nova’s house and take the chance that he’d come after me. I needed her to be safe.

As if I spoke her into my thoughts, the phone in my pocket buzzed. I hadn’t realized it was still in there from earlier, but I was thanking fuck it was. Brad’s name bounced across the screen, and I threw it down on the consol. I wasn’t going to answer it. Shit, the tracker.

I had no idea if it was on my phone or in the car. I had to get rid of one or the other. The easier thing was the phone. A car would get me somewhere faster than a phone would. So I made a last minute decision.

The phone rang twice, “Rebel, babe, you -?” I didn’t let her get the rest of the sentence out before I started talking.

“Nova…” I whimpered, the adrenaline from the attack with my fiancé finally wearing down.

“What happened? Are you coming here?” Her tone was demanding.

I whimpered. “No… he knows where you live. I won’t bring my trouble to your doorstep.”

“Rebel Davis, if you do not bring yourself to my doorstep, I’ll come out and find you. I don’t know what he did, but you do not need to be alone right now.”

A cry broke through my lips. “Nova… I…”

“You can and you will. Where are you?”

“McKesson street…”

“Good, you’re close. I better see you in the next ten minutes.”

“But…” I tried to fight with her, but it was getting harder by the minute. I just wanted my best friend and one of her beta bestie hugs.

“No buts… he comes here, we’ll figure it out. There’s a pack of alphas who live next door, and I’m sure they’d be more than willing to show your little beta ex the time of his life.”

“Okay…”

“Don’t hang up until you get here,” she was talking fast; I’m sure not knowing what had happened was wearing on her. I didn’t normally call her when we had troubles. Normally, I just told her I needed a break. I was good at keeping my emotions on lockdown, but tonight, I didn’t have the mental willpower.

I sucked in a raspy breath. “Can’t… he’s tracking me. I… I don…I don’t know where the tracker is. Could be in the car… could be on my phone…. Oh, God, Nova.” I hiccuped over a tear.

“Okay, okay, hang up and ditch the phone. We can get you a new one. Just… get here as soon as you can, all right? Please, be careful.” I nodded, knowing she couldn’t see me. I was biting my lips, anxiety tearing at me from the inside out.

Hanging up, I fumbled with the phone before dropping it on the floor. Reaching down, I tried to find it and hadn’t realized I was driving into oncoming traffic until a horn started blaring. Swerving back into my lane, I tried again, this time, keeping my eyes on the road. My fingers slithered over every inch of the floor until I brushed over it. Fiddling around, I finally got a hold on it. I needed to detour. I was too close to her house now. He’d know exactly where I’d gone. So, instead of turning left at McDonall, I made a right.

Slamming my hand down on the door, I hit the window open button, and it seemed to drag slowly as it lowered. I hated this, everything about it. I was sick to my stomach. I’d swallowed bile at least five times now, but I just needed to get to Nova’s. Here I was… an omega, with one hell of an angry beta ex-fiancé, no money to my name, and driving a car that wasn’t mine.

Throwing my phone out the window, I continued driving around for a while. I knew Nova would be worried when she couldn’t get ahold of me, but I needed to buy us some time. I needed to make it look like I’d gone somewhere else. When I was about three blocks away from her house, I pulled onto a dead end street and parked. The lights turned off as I pulled the keys from the ignition, and pitch blackness gathered around me. It was so quiet I could physically hear the beating of my own heart. Taking inventory of what I had, I grabbed everything I’d brought.

I needed to ditch the car. Knowing Brad, he’d probably put in a stolen car alert, and I didn’t want to be the one in possession of it when it was finally located.

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