Page 45 of Clash
Bess shot me a sympathetic look. “Don’t worry,” she said, holding up her hands. “Nobody is going to say anything here. Everyone knows your situation, and we’re all going to protect you the best we can. Armed and dangerous? Your ex is definitely delusional as well as stupid.”
“At least it confirms that he’s looking for us.”
Bess nodded. “Did the man not have a decent picture of you? Wedding? Birthdays? Parties? Holiday cards? Anything at all?”
I shook my head. “We didn’t go to many parties, and when we got married, we eloped. Eric didn’t believe in taking family photos of us. He said I was too ugly and would more than likely break the camera, and as for Alex, he said he didn’t want people to know what his son looked like, just in case he turned out like his sad excuse for a mother.”
“You know, if I wasn’t so damn old, I’d assassinate that asshole myself.”
I nodded my head. “You and me both, Bess.”
“Have you thought about contacting your sister? At least let her know you’re alive and okay.”
“I have, but I’m not sure if I should now. What if they are tracing her phone?”
Rocking in her chair, Bess lost herself in her own thoughts before finally speaking again. “What about email? Could you email her?”
“I guess I could.”
Bess got up from her chair, producing a laptop that she laid down in front of me. “It’s ancient, but it gets the job done. But don’t be stupid. Set up a new email account before contacting her.”
She was right, and knowing me, I probably would’ve been stupid enough to email her from my old email—one my husband had complete control over.
It took at least ten minutes for the damn thing to boot up, but once it was going, the ancient machine walked me through setting up a new email account, and successfully completed its search for my sister’s club when I typed it in, despite the snail like pace it took to get there. Bess must have crappy Wi-Fi.
Pulling up my sister’s place of business, I paused, looking at the dungeon like building that appeared on the page. I didn’t know how else to get ahold of her. Eric threw her number away, and when I tried to call it years later, it was disconnected. But her job stayed the same…
Dark Desires Sex Club
(Here to fulfill all your darkest fantasies and more)
Bess’ eyes widened when she saw me bring the club up on the screen. “Reminds me of my time in Amsterdam. You should see the sex clubs they have lining the streets there. Does your sister work for them?”
I shook my head. “No. She actually owns the place.”
I went to the about page and brought it up, my sister’s beautiful picture taking over the screen, her face partially covered by a mask, her body clad in black leather and chains. But it was her. You couldn’t mistake those green eyes, even when under a mask.
My sister was the epitome of beauty—always had been since a very young age. I’m not sure what provoked her into her current lifestyle. We grew up in a good home, our parents treated us well, but for some reason, she had a problem with men, wanting to punish them and make them pay for their sins. At least that’s what she told me when I asked about it. She said it brought her joy bringing men to their knees.
“That’s my sister,” I informed her, pointing at the screen.
Bess chuckled. “She looks like she knows how to have a good time.”
Laughing, I pulled up the contact me page, specifically clicking on my sister’s email. “She’s definitely the wild one of the family.”
I wasn’t sure what to write, so for a good five minutes, I just sat there, staring at the blinking cursor. “Screw it,” I said, typing out a quick short message only she would understand.
Still breathing.
ILY
~Heaven’s angel~
Then I hit send, sending her the message from the new email I created.
“That was an odd email,” Bess exclaimed, staring over my shoulder.
“My sister and I always joked that we came from two different parts of the universe. She always called me Heaven’s angel, and I always called her Hell’s demon. She won’t answer back, but hopefully she gets the message and knows I’m okay.”
