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I gasp when our eyes clash, jumping off the couch at the malice in his gaze. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy whoring yourself out to anyone willing to stick their dick in you, then you wouldn’t be having any of these problems.”
I can hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth as he slowly rises to his feet while I stare at him in shock. What happened to the sweet boy I dated in high school? The one whoasked if we could remain friends? The one who made sure I always had a friend—even when I didn’t want him?
“You’re mine,” he hisses, mere seconds before the back of his hand meets my cheek.
I cry out, falling to the floor with the strength he put behind his strike.
“What’s going on, Gary? I don’t understand.” I shake my head, scurrying away from him as I deny what’s staring me right in the face. “You know I only see you as a friend.”
“I let you have your fun, but I warned you I was coming for you. I can’t let my future wife become an even bigger fucking whore. How will I explain that to my family? The fact that you have a stretched-out cunt because you let gay men shove their dicks inside you at the same time, getting themselves off as they try to be straight?”
I shake my head, closing my eyes as my head rings. There’s no denying it—Gary is my stalker. I just need to get my bearings so I can get the fuck out of here.
I wish I hadn’t turned my phone off because I could call for help right now. Luckily, it’s still in my pocket, as are my keys. All I have to do is get far enough away from him to run.
Scuttling further away from him and toward the door, I ignore the angry words he throws my way. I’m not even sure he’s paying attention to me as he yells.
As soon as I reach the hallway, I push to my feet and throw myself toward the front door. My hand grazes the doorknob just as I’m jerked back by a hand in my hair.
I scream out in both pain and rage.
Gary jerks me off balance, and I fall toward the floor. My back hits the floor hard enough to knock the air from my lungs.
Then he’s dragging me down the hallway by my hair. I can’t seem to catch my breath as I reach up to claw at his wrist, but he doesn’t seem to feel it.
A door opens, and he throws me inside. Another gasp leaves me as I collide with the wall. I can already feel the bruises forming on my body.
“Don’t worry, Danielle. I’ll help you see the error of your ways,” he says softly, crouching down in front of me. “I think you just need to see how serious I am about you. Look around and you’ll see how long I’ve been watching you. I’ve always kept an eye on you, Danielle. I’ve always made sure you were safe.”
I spit in his face, hissing when he backhands me again. This time, I can’t even lift my head off the floor as I almost black out.
“It’s okay, Danielle. I know how to be patient. I don’t think you’re strong enough to attempt an escape right now, so I’m going to go get my supplies. Feel free to look around as this is your room after all.”
Then he’s gone, leaving me alone as I try to catch my breath. I don’t know how long I lie there, but eventually, I’m able to lift myself into a seated position using the wall for support.
As soon as I do it, I wish I hadn’t.
I should’ve just stayed on the floor.
The walls are covered with pictures of me, and they’re not all recent. Some of them are from before we started dating in high school.
Fuck.
I really messed up this time, didn’t I?
Chapter Twenty-six
Andrés
It’s been over thirty-six hours since we reported Dani as missing. Over thirty-six hours since I’ve seen her gorgeous face or heard her voice.
She never showed up at Jason and Victor’s. She never went back to Maya’s or her apartment.
It’s like she just disappeared off the face of the earth.
As of now, the cops have no leads—just different areas her phone pinged that night, and it pinged all over the damn place. They have no idea whether she was driving around aimlessly or if her stalker took her phone on a joyride. They’re apparently combing through traffic footage in the areas it pinged in, but it will take a while before they even find a hint of her.
And we’re supposed to just sit back and wait for the police to do their jobs.
