Page 45 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

“I’m not going to stand here and be accused of something you guys don’t know anything about. You want to punish me for something without having all the facts? I knew that I moved in here too soon. You guys weren’t ready,” she says as she tries to desperately hold tears back.

I step closer, and she flinches and steps back.

“Don’t,” she says in a tone that I don’t recognize.

“None of you trust me enough. If there is no trust, there is no way this can work. I’ll call you when I have the next doctor’s appointment. If you care to show up.”

She mutters the last part before walking towards the door.

Braxton looks like he’s going to stop her from leaving, but Easton pushes him out of the way. Holly offers him a small smile and walks out of our lives.

I get the feeling that we just made a huge mistake.

Something we might not be able to take back.

Holly

I hold in my tears as I storm out of the building. I get a taxi and climb in. The tears fall as I lay my head against the window.

“Rough night?” a deep voice asks, and I look towards the man. “You could say that.” I say softly.

As we drive, I notice that he’s not taking me in the direction of Kyla’s address. The one I gave him.

“What are you doing? This is the wrong way,” I say, looking at the streets passing by and starting to panic.

“You are going where you need to be,” he says, and I get a sense of dread inside.

“What do you mean? Where are you taking me?” I ask, fear crawling up.

I try to open the door, but it won’t budge, neither will the windows.

“Let me out,” I shout.

He slams on the brakes, causing my head to hit the partition.

My vision blurs as he takes off again, and I fight the urge to throw up.

He does it again, and this time everything starts turning to black.

“Get some rest. We will be at your new home in no time,” he says, and that’s the last thing I hear before darkness consumes me.

Chapter Fourteen

Holly

When I wake up, my head is pounding. I touch my forehead, and wince when I feel a bump.

“What the fuck happened?” I grumble out loud. I swallow hard as I look around and notice the darkness of the room.

I’m on some flimsy mattress on the ground.

One of my legs is chained to something. I tug on it, and realise that I don’t know how I will get out of this.

I take a look around the room. There’s a set of stairs, so I’m guessing I’m in a basement or cellar of some kind. There are no windows, but there is a toilet and a sink. With the length of the chain, I would be able to get to it to use it.

Which is good considering how much I have to use the washroom.

There’s a little coffee table with bottled water and prenatal vitamins on top of it. Whoever did this obviously cares that I’m pregnant.

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