Page 108 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘That’s a good thing then,’ I commented in a low voice.

She walked up to me and slapped me in the face. ‘I don’t want to hear your fucking voice, you cunt.’

She looked down at me and started to laugh before she walked to the other side of the locker and sat at the makeshift table she had arranged earlier today, turning on the radio and pulling a burger and fries out of the bag she had brought with her.

I could smell it all the way from where I sat, and while I was starving, the smell of the bacon now was enough to make me want to vomit the little water and chips that were in my stomach from earlier.

The smell of bacon once made me salivate, but my pregnancy has turned one of my favorite foods into a vomit-inducing smell. I even got nauseous last week when I saw a commercial for a bacon loaded burger from one of the fast food joints. There were other foods that I had no interest in eating, but bacon was by far the worst.

I shifted a bit where I was sitting, trying to get comfortable. ‘Are you hungry?’ she asked me mockingly.

I just looked at her and nodded. ‘If I can’t finish this. I’ll think about feeding you my scraps like the bitch you are.’

I took in a deep breath through my mouth, trying to limit smelling the bacon, but it was really overpowering.

I sat there listening to the police radio while she was eating, not trusting to really take my eyes off her for too long, but soon I knew I would lose the battle and likely fall asleep again.

I looked to the ceiling and said a silent prayer,Please Breton, find me soon.

Lisa pulled out her phone and started scrolling through. ‘You like Miley?’ she asked me as if we were now best friends; I looked to her and nodded, forcing a smile on my face.

‘You reading the story she’s been posting?’

Again, I nodded; she was on her second one and it was so addictive. I’d missed the last two or three days since I’d been in here. ‘They are good,’ Lisa commented. ‘I’m just playing catch-up, late to the game and all, but the girl can tell a story. I always picture Drew as Ayden; do you think Drew would make a good Ayden?’

I smiled, this time a real smile. I had always pictured Drew as the lead male character. ‘Yeah, it’s like she’s met him and described him perfectly.’

‘Except Ayden seems to be a bit different in bed, there’s no way Drew would do half those things,’ Lisa seemed disappointed, but I wasn’t going to tell her that Drew was way more giving than the fictional character being depicted. Perhaps not with her, but with me, he always was.

‘I’m just starting the second story, so maybe they get a bit more experimental,’ she commented and went silent as she read for a while. My thoughts drifted to the story, wondering what had happened and if I’d ever get to read the chapters I’d missed. If I’d ever see Drew again and if Lisa would get away with this.

I was nearly falling asleep when I heard the chair move and opened my eyes to see Lisa walking towards me. ‘The food’s cold enough now, here,’ she told me, holding the burger out in front of me. The smell had me gagging immediately. ‘Eat!’ she demanded.

I tried to take a bite of it, for the sake of keeping my blood sugar up and getting some energy. I knew I had to at least try to force it down. However, after I swallowed two bites and was working on my third, it was too much and I felt it coming back up. I tried to move as quick as I could, but I still ended up getting some on Lisa’s shoe.

‘I’m so sorry, it’s the bacon. I haven’t been able to stomach it or the smell recently,’ I apologized, looking up to see the rage in her eyes.

‘You disgusting whore,’ she screamed and kicked me straight in my stomach.

‘Please no,’ I cried, trying to bring my knees up to protect my stomach, to protect my baby, but she pulled me up by my hair and drove her own knee into my stomach, then let me fall to the floor onto my face. As my hands were still behind my back, I couldn’t brace myself.

She gave another kick to the side of my stomach. ‘With any luck, the bacon issue will solve itself and there will be no more reason for Drew to want to pretend to be with you.’

The pain shot through me and lingered in my stomach and the side of my face that broke my fall.

I started to sob, for the first time breaking down and not caring about Lisa’s wrath. ‘Please,’ I begged. ‘Let me go and you can have him, I’ll even give you money if you want it.’

‘Spoiled little rich bitch, I’ve been taking your money my whole life by overcharging your ass at the bar. Your money means nothing to me. And Drew hates rich people, why he even bothers with you and your family is a wonder to me.’

She tossed some French fries on the ground next to my head. ‘Here’s a snack for later in case you get hungry. I’ve got to go get me a change of shoes.’

She opened the door and I saw that it was indeed dark; I listened as well as I could, but I still couldn't hear anything. When she closed the door, I didn’t miss the sound the lock made. She wasn’t risking anything; she had me here and had no plans of letting me go anytime soon.

What was her end game?

I needed to be smart and think of how I was going to get myself out of this situation

I fell asleep with a sore stomach and the makings of a horrible headache. I might have a concussion and should really try to stay awake, but I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I’d hear her coming back; at least with her gone, there was no risk to my personal safety if I decided to sleep.

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