Page 4 of Hunted, Season Three

Memories of being awake yet unable to move in a cushy bed swiftly come soaring to the front of my mind alongside the term of endearment being whispered in my ear as he slowly brushed my hair.

Coated my lips with lipstick.

Then his tongue.

Erased the shade he had carefully colored only to moan while putting it on all over again.

Coo that his little toy was almost too pretty to touch.

An amalgamation of tears and bile begin burning the back of my throat, pushing me to get going.

Moving.

To do whatever it takes to not go back.

Toneverfucking go back.

I won’t go through that shit again.

And my child will never be anywhere near it.

“I did what you wanted…” Brad proudly declares at the same time he reaches into the bed of Mutt’s truck to retrieve something.“I came for you.”

Regret over my challenge isn’t given time to settle into my system courtesy of me clambering over into the driver’s seat.

Look, I may not be the best at driving stick, but I know I can do it well enough to run his ass over.

It’s gear shifting, not maintaining accounts receivable.

And I’ll happily pay for any and all surgery Miss X needs afterward.

“Did you get my love note?” His movement prompts me to steal another glance to see the hammer he’s acquired.“I addressed it to you.”

Yeah.

I caught that when the wedding ring hadmyfucking name inscribed on it.

Knowing better than to engage – to not waste precious time engaging – I rush to turn the key only to clutch onto nothing.

No…

No!

Disbelief darts my glare down to examine the empty space, to visually scour for the item I’m sure just slipped out of the ignition when I was crawling over, to desperately swivel it around for a glimmer of the piece of metal that Iwantto be where it isn’t rather than in my boyfriend’s pocket where it most likelyis.

Fuck!

“Did you like it?”Brad continues to inquire as if I’m actually going to respond, hammer carefully being swung around in aimless circles.

Maybe I should just run.

Run and keep running and never look back?

“Have you missed me?”

No.

Maybe I should run for help?

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