Page 120 of Girls Night
“On the counter,” I told him, crying now. All my bravado was melting away.
He shoved me, and my cheek, the one he’d hit hours ago, hit the floor, causing me to cry out.
“Get it and let’s go.”
The house was dark, the only light allowing me to see anything was from above the oven. But I saw enough to know Mia was still upstairs, thank God, and hopefully dead to the world.
I picked my self up, tasting blood. I must’ve cut my lip when I fell. Tears blinded me as I whimpered and shook my way over to the counter, taking my bag, deliberately not looking down the length of kitchen counter, where my suitcase, the one with the money, was sitting. Mia had taken only my phone out of my purse, leaving the rest of my things here, before we’d gone to bed.
“Is Kay alright?” I whispered.
TJ laughed. “Like you care. You’ll see her soon enough… in the basement, where you’ll be staying the next few weeks. Come on, stop stalling.”
I felt sick, my legs barely able to hold me up, but I knew I had to hurry before Mia woke up. Not fast enough for TJ, though. He grabbed my arm, pulling on it like I was a ragdoll. I cried out in pain as I felt something in my shoulder tear.
Motherfucker!
“Devon?”
Shit. No, no.
“What’s going on?” Mia called from upstairs.
TJ snorted. “Oh, it’s like that, huh?”
“Shut up... Let’s just go,” I hissed, trying to be quiet. Mia still hadn’t seen me.
We were almost at the door when Mia yelled my name, her footsteps loud as she ran. She pulled me back, away from TJ, and when I saw her expression, I couldn’t help but grin. She looked like an avenging angel.
“Get out of my house!” she said coldly. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”
This little woman, this shy wallflower, was protecting me, shoving me behind her.
But TJ wasn’t someone who understood commands.
“Fuck off, lady. She’s mine. Devon, come on.”
I touched her arm. “It’s okay, Mia, let me go with him.”
“Hell no! I’m calling the police,” she threatened, reaching over toward the wall where her security panel was. As soon as she tried to touch it, TJ slapped her, she fell on the floor. I screamed, trying to throw myself at him. But he was like a damn rock. He grabbed me and my bag, throwing me over his shoulder and carried me outside.
I looked to where Mia was lying on the floor, the front door wide open.
Crying, breaking, calling for Mia, I knew I had lost.
Chapter Seven
Mia
That motherfuckertookher. I was going to kill him.
I ran upstairs and threw on some clothes, no idea what I planned on doing. I just knew I had to do something.
It was when I flicked the bathroom light on to find a ponytail holder that I saw Devon’s phone. Silly woman never added a password, so I scrolled for something, anything, that could give me an address of where she lived. I paused in my search then, remembering the form I made her sign, so I ran downstairs and searched my files. Only to come up with nothing when I saw she had only put down her signature. Exactly as I had told her to. There wasn’t any address question or ID.
“Dammit!” I went back to the kitchen to get my phone. I called Magdalene House, knowing someone was on the night shift. I talked to Susy, explained the situation, and together we found TJ’s address. Apparently, a girl there who was awake, knew exactly where the creep lived.
Grabbing my purse and keys, I stood in the middle of the kitchen, wondering what the hell I was thinking. I couldn’t call the police. I had no evidence, no cause, no crime that I could prove. The only thing to do was call a cab and go there myself.
