Page 25 of Scarred Sins
I pause briefly, bending and holding my knees. My eyes snap shut, and my ears perk. From a distance, I can hear cars on the highway. My heart almost leaps at the thought, and although I shouldn’t do it, it’s my only option.
Hitchhiking.
My prison uniform is filthy from all the blood, but it’s at least dry now. With profound strength to push forward, I start running again toward the highway. From the corner of my eye, I see a clearing and a road behind it.
A wide smile tugs on the corner of my lips, and I make my way toward it.
My head whips to the right when I hear a car approaching. It’s a big one, black, and it’s coming my way. I don’t know much about cars, but this one looks to be brand new, and coincidentally, it has no license plates.
The car stops right in front of me, and the tinted window rolls down.
A man who looks old enough to be my father is inside; his salt-and-pepper hair and stubble are the first things I notice. His piercing, green eyes stare at me, revealing nothing. His eyes flicker all over my dirty clothes, the bloodstains, though he doesn’t comment on it.
“Do you need a ride?”
His voice is silky smooth, and strangely, I don’t feel threatened by him. I manage a weak nod, and the window rolls back up. For a moment, disappointment blooms in my chest, but it vanishes once he opens the door from the inside.
“Hop in.’’
I shouldn’t do it. He’s a stranger, and he could be just as dangerous as the men who used to hurt me. I’m trying my best to be wary of him, but he offers me a smile, and I can’t keep up with the stern act.
Slowly, I enter the vehicle, closing the door behind me. While I’m buckling up, he speeds off, not looking at me. The scent of lemons from the air freshener that hangs on the rearview mirror hits my nose, soothing my aching nerves.
“What’s your name?”
I blink, then swallow. “Blair. My name is Blair.’’
“Nice to meet you, Blair,’’ he chuckles to himself. “I’m Hudson.’’
EIGHT
Blair’s limp body falls into my arms. Luckily, it doesn’t attract too many straying eyes. The spotlight is still on the motherfucker Adams, and for the first time since I’ve learned the name, I’m grateful.
By the time the lights are turned back on, Blair and I are long gone. I came here on my bike, but I can’t drive her unconscious body on it. That’s a recipe for a disaster, or worse, my butterfly could get hurt.
Instead, I call Hudson, and he sends a driver our way immediately. With her body in my arms, I wait outside for around ten minutes before a car pulls up, and I can safely put her in the backseat. Usually, I’d sit in the front, but right now? I don’t want to be separated from her for even a split second.
Once we arrive at the penthouse, I push the door open, and it automatically locks behind us.
Now, I have two options.
Lay her to sleep in the guest bedroom or my own.
Of course, the only logical solution is my bedroom.
Tomorrow, she’ll definitely ask questions, and once she sees that there are more available beds, she’ll likely throw a fit. I just can't let her sleep elsewhere. I’ve been without her for way too long, and now that she’s finally here, I’m not letting her sleep alone.
I call the same driver to come upstairs, and the man is standing in front of me, confused. I’d be confused too if I were in his shoes. Since Dad trusts him, I’ll trust him enough to help me with this one simple task.
He finally agrees, only after I promise him a hefty sum of money.
The next hour is spent with him and me taking every single bed apart in the penthouse, five in total, except the one in my bedroom where Blair lies. Now, the guest bedrooms are empty, with mattresses tossed out and the bed frames ruined.
The couch in my living room is big enough to fit five people at once, in a gorgeous shade of pearly white. I walk into the kitchen, grab the cheapest wine possible, and pour it all over the couch. It’s stained, so I couldn’t have possibly allowed her to sleep there.
Satisfied with myself, I sit behind my laptop and watch Blair sleeping peacefully in my bed.
The only thing I took off her body was her shoes.
