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I just stare at him. “Then will you let me go?” I ask quietly, hoping to see some kind of end to this. He laughs darkly, stepping over the chair.
“Then, Lexi baby, I would have no use for you. But I couldn’t stand for anyone else to have you either, so…” he says, pickingup the chair and moving it to the other wall next to the head of the bed. He takes a deep breath once more and releases it. “You better hope I don’t ever get tired of you.”
Dread washes over me. I know what he’s saying without him saying it. He will kill me. I have to get out of this. I need to figure something out. Figure out a way.
He turns and heads to the door unlatching it. “I will be back shortly, baby. I'm going to grab us something to eat and drink and then maybe,” he says looking over his shoulder, biting his bottom lip. Looking at my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head and back again. He smiles once more with the evil of a thousand demons lurking behind his facade. The way he looks at me, makes me nauseous. I can feel his stare as if it were a physical touch, and it makes me want to just curl into a fetal position and die. “Maybe we can catch up on our missed time. My cock has missed that tight pussy. And you better hope it’s still tight. I better not find out you’ve been with anyone else. There will be hell to pay,” he finishes. His own words made him angry. His brows furrow and he pulls open the door, slamming it closed behind him.
The sound reverberates around the room making me jump. Closing my eyes, I take a deep calming breath. I can’t get worked up over his words. If I start to panic, I won’t be able to think straight. Glancing around the room thinking to myself, ‘What should I do to get out of this?’, and it hits me. I stare up at the ceiling hating this. Hating what I need to do. I close my eyes once more and focus, shaking my head. Knowing when I open them again, I need to do what is necessary to get myself out of here and find my way back to Shay and Cam.
CHAPTER 25
Shayna
Wednesday early morning
My head is pounding. I lift my hands and rub my face and eyes. Sluggishly, I sit up holding my head. Swinging my legs to the side, I plant my feet on the ground and lean forward with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. Slowly I try to open my eyes and look around.What the fuck happened?
Trying to stand up, my legs give out and I plop right back down, but the sudden movement makes me groan. I look down where I’m at, just noticing I was on the couch. I sit there for a few more minutes, while I gather my thoughts. I don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, and as I look at the television and notice it’s off I know something is wrong.
My eyes widen at my sudden realization and thoughts coming back from the last thing I remember. Jason. Jason was here and he drugged me with something over my mouth and nose.
Standing quickly, I make my way to our room. My head is still a bit woozy, and the room begins to spin. Falling into thewall, I use it for support to help me walk. The door to our room is ajar, so I push it open roughly making it bang against the wall, and stumble into the empty room. Empty. No Lexi. No Jason.
“No. No, No, No,” I mutter out. Turning from the room, I race as quickly as my pounding head will allow me, back to my little office in the den. I throw myself into my chair, grabbing my cell phone and turning on the little desk lamp. My eyes take a moment to adjust as I focus solely on my phone.
First dialing Lexi’s number, I put the phone by my ear but then I hear my ringtone from the other side of the house faintly. I hit the red disconnect button and stare at the phone as tears well in my eyes. He has her. What am I supposed to do? My head is still being foggy, I can’t concentrate or think past the fact that Jason took my best friend.
I think back to everything she said she went through before she moved up here and know… just know… he’s going to hurt her again. But this time, it’s going to be worse, and I’m terrified for her.
Staring at my phone, my head seems to clear up a bit and pull up my contact for Camden. Hitting the call button, I put the phone to my ear and listen as it rings and rings, until it goes to voicemail. When I hang up, I finally look at the time and see it’s close to 5 o’clock in the morning. Throwing my head back and my hands fall into my lap, tears start to fall. Out of frustration and from my mind going crazy with visions of what that asshole could be doing to her.
Lifting the phone once more, I hit redial bringing the phone to my ear again. “Please answer,” I whisper at the first ring. “Pick up, pick up, pic–”
“Shay, what’s wrong?” Cam’s voice comes over the line. I can tell by the grogginess, the call woke him up.
“Cam…” I whimper into the phone and sobs pour out of me, so much so I can’t speak.
“What’s going on? What happened?” He asks, sounding a little more awake, and on edge. I hear him moving around on the hotel bed, probably throwing the covers off and getting up.
“It’s Lexi. Sh-she’s gone. H-he took her,” I stammer.
“What do you mean, she’s gone? Who took her?” His voice raises louder, but has gone deeper.
“Jason took her,” I answer, then I go into detail from what I remember after coming out of my den office all the way up until waking up on the couch. I lean over again holding my head in my free hand with my elbows on my knees, and I continue to cry. “I don’t know what to do. She doesn’t have her phone. What do I do, Cam. I’m fucking scared,” I sniffled.
“I’m packing up and heading home. I will call work and tell them we have a family emergency. I need you to call the cops. Hopefully it won’t be the two assholes that were there the last time,” he says as I hear him throwing things around in his hotel room, probably packing up.
“Okay,” I croak out. “Please hurry, Cam. I need you here.”
“I should be there in a few hours,” he says quietly. “I love you, Princess.”
Sniffling a bit, I reply, “I love you, too.”
Hanging up with Cam, I immediately dial 911. After explaining everything to the operator who answered, she said she was sending officers and I finally set the phone down. Staring off into space, I hear a door open in the front room and I jump up from the chair and quickly walk to the living room. Darian is walking into their bathroom.
I don’t want to scare the boys so I wipe my face and head to our room. Walking straight into the bathroom, I turn the cold water on in the sink and proceed to splash my face trying to hide the fact of me crying.
Lifting my face, I notice my eyes are still blotchy and the tears are still pooling there. I need to get it together. I know they willhave questions when they get home but by then Camden will be here and we can come up with a plan of what and how to tell them.
