Page 10 of Priest

I sighed and wondered how my father could have led me to this fate. Miss Daisy stepped out of the bathroom and led me to another door across the hall and down a little from the bathroom.

She opened the door and stated, “This is where you’ll be staying for the time that you’re here.”

I glanced around the room with its twin-size bed, a dresser opposite the bed, and a desk at the foot of the bed. The desk held a small lamp, a writing pad, and some pens. There was a window on the side of the desk. The white walls held no pictures, and there were no curtains at the window. It was basic and bare.

“I’m supposed to stay here for thirty days?”

“That’s what Priest said,” Miss Daisy replied, opening a drawer in the dresser and pulling something out of it.

“Here. This is what you’re to wear while you’re here. The drawer is full of items like these, and they’re all new.”

I watched as she tossed some cutoff shorts and a bikini top onto the bed. I wasn’t wearing that. Besides, who knew if they would fit.

“I can’t be here. This is a jail cell,” I stated rather than address the rags Miss Daisy had given me to wear.

She shrugged. “Sounds like a personal problem. You need to take that up with Priest.”

“Maybe I will,” I replied and turned back to head for the door.

Miss Daisy shoved me in the chest and caught me off guard. She stepped out of the room, shoved the door closed, and I heard a clink. The sinking sensation in my chest didn’t settle into the pit of my stomach until I reached for the knob and jiggled it.

“Damn.” I sighed.

The door was locked.

The way those men looked at me downstairs, the words Priest spoke about my father’s victims, and the way women were treated confirmed that I couldn’t stay here. I had to escape if I wanted to keep my sanity and purity intact.

I jerked on the doorknob and beat on it for several seconds in hopes that someone would come. There was nothing. It was so quiet that I began to wonder if I was alone upstairs.

I rushed to the window and looked out, and I hoped that someone would be out back. I could ask them to come around and let me out. When I looked out, I saw no one, but hope rose within me. I shoved at the window and breathed a sigh of relief when it opened. I stepped one leg over the window ledge and onto a wider ledge. It was really a small roof area over the first floor. I pulled my other leg over and then peered around.

There weren’t a lot of businesses around, and there were no houses. But if I could make it to the tree line almost a hundred yards away without being spotted, I was sure that I could find help and escape this madness.

I scooted to the edge of the ledge and looked around. It was quiet out here, thankfully. The drop to the ground wasn’t too far, and I could make it without hurting myself. I might catch a couple of bruises, but nothing as severe as a sprained ankle. It would be worth it, though, if I could escape the Immortal Descendents.

With my legs dangling over the ledge, I pushed forward and prayed that I would land on my feet.

“Thank you, Jesus,” I muttered when I landed.

I stood, testing out my ankles before I was prepared to make a run for it.

“Looks like I’m not the only spiritual one,” I heard behind me.

That sexy, deep voice sent a thrill of pleasure down my spine while sparking fear in my brain. Shit, where had he come from?

I turned to see Priest right behind me. How had I missed the sweet aroma of the joint he smoked?

He took two steps toward me and snatched me by the arm. I knew that I would pay for this, but my belly clenched in attraction at his beauty and his demanding presence.

“Told you that you were mine. I don’t play about shit that belongs to me, including your sweet ass. Can’t wait to get a taste of that bougie pussy.”

I knewher li’l slick ass would try some sneaky shit. She was just like her daddy, couldn’t be trusted to save her fucking life. No sooner than Miss Daisy returned downstairs and told me the shit she said, I stepped out onto the patio.

I knew that she would have a fit, but when Miss Daisy said she’d locked her in the room like I told her to and she started beating on the door, I knew it wouldn’t be too long before she spotted the window.

“Let me go!” she shouted.

I threw her over my back and carried her to the side of the clubhouse where my bike, Crucifix, waited. I slid her off my back and onto her feet when we arrived at Crucifix.

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