Page 67 of Broken Daddy
Asshole.
It was weird that he hadn’t stayed, but when she’d gotten home from visiting Rohan, the place had been empty.
Of Derick and of food.
She’d found a few dollars in her handbag and grabbed a stale bun from the bakery on the way here. It always sold yesterday’s bread cheap.
After saying goodbye to Michelle, she headed toward the bus stop to wait in the cold. A shiver ran through her. Her coat was getting more and more threadbare with each year.
You could dip into your savings.
Buy a coat.
Get some food.
Ahh, those were some nice dreams. And one day, she’d be able to do that. When things were more stable.
But she needed that money to pay the company transporting her pottery to the gallery.
This was her future. This was why she worked so hard. To finally be free of Derick. To be free of Aaron.
Although she couldn’t move too far away. She would never leave Rohan.
That part was going to be tricky.
Getting off at the stop closest to the trailer park, she wrapped her coat around herself tighter. For some reason, she felt like there were eyes on her again.
What the heck? Since when did she become so paranoid?
“Cold out tonight,” a voice said from behind her.
Letting out a scream, she jumped and stumbled over her own feet. Shit!
“Not this again,” the person muttered and reached out to grab hold of her arm. Only he grabbed hold of her too hard and she let out a whimper of pain as he tugged her against him.
“Hello, Mouse,” he murmured.
A shudder of horror went through her and she felt her stomach pitch.
Shit. Fuck.
How had she not noticed him sneaking up on her? It wasn’t like he was a small guy.
Don’t show any fear.
“Have you been watching me?” she demanded as she attempted to wrestle her arm away from his hold.
To her shock, he let go of her immediately.
Of course she overbalanced and immediately started falling again.
Why? Why her? Why did she have to be born so clumsy? Why couldn’t she be elegant and graceful? Like a swan but without the long neck and feathers.
Rohan never tripped over his own feet. He also didn’t let bullies push him around. And that’s what Vega was.
A bully.
Who was really, really big.
