Page 106 of Right in Front of You

He’s got to be shitting me right now.

I felt like time was standing still and I was in one of my worst nightmares. Actually, this was pretty much what my hell looked like, and I was afraid that I hadn’t seen the deepest pit just yet.

At that moment I realized that it wasn’t Hope Bay keeping me away from my hometown, and I shouldn’t have feared coming back. It was him. Always him. He was the problem. Maybe with loved ones and friends around, I would have been safer. Trouble would find me even in a city a hundred miles away. I bet it could find me anywhere in the world. No matter where I moved, he would be there. He would always be there, unless he was dead.

“I don’t care what you say.” Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to blink and give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

He jerked me out of the stall by my scrubs and the knife poking me in the side broke through my skin.

“Ahh!” I cried out.

Would he really kill me? Or would he torture me for the rest of my life?

“We have some unfinished business, baby.”

“Stop it! I’m not your baby. I never was and never will be.”

He grasped me by my throat and pushed me against the wall, cutting off my breath. Part of his top lip dangled as he opened his mouth. “You don’t want to be my baby? How about my forever whore? I’ll never let you go, Molly. Never.”

He released my throat and I coughed until it burned. Without thinking, I took a chance and kneed him in the groin. He bent over in half, holding onto his crotch. I shot for the door, praying I’d have enough time to get away. I pulled the door open and felt his grip on my hair. He yanked me backward, and I fell to the tiles. He dragged my body along the floor by my ponytail.

“You bitch. I should kill you just for that. I should kill you for what your boyfriend did to me this afternoon, but that wouldn’t be enough. You think you can get away from me this easily? I’ve been waiting for this moment far too long.”

“Why can’t you just let me go?” I asked. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“I already told you. Vengeance is sweet, but revenge is even sweeter, and when I fuck you in front of your real father, I’ll have mine.”

His words didn’t yet make sense to me, but I had no time to process them as the knife’s handle flew to the side of my head. I barely felt the pain, but that was probably because I passed out.

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