Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Tears stain her eyes, and she screams out loud as she bashes her own head against the wall over and over again.
“Make. It. Stop!”
I rush over to her and put my hand between her face and the wall. “Hey. Hey. I’m here. Look at me.”
She stops and finds my eyes, connecting in the dark, like we’ve always done.
One stalker to another, searching for the truth in our hearts … A meaning to our rampage.
And for some reason, something peculiar happens.
A tear rolls down her cheek.
One after the other.
Until there’s no going back.
No going back from the flood I’ve unleashed as she slowly melts toward my arms and into my embrace.
“Tell me what happened to you …” I whisper. “From the beginning.”
CHAPTER 45
Sunny
Weeks ago
I stare at the pregnancy test like it’s not fucking real.
It can’t be.
I can’t be fucking pregnant. Not me.
I’m not the type of girl to have a fucking child. I’m not mom material.
But I can’t just …
My hand instinctively lowers to my belly, and some kind of warmth floods my veins that I’ve never experienced before.
What the fuck is this?
My fingers begin to twitch, and I throw the test into the sink, angry with myself that I let this happen over some stupid dick.
It’s always the dick that convinces me to do dumb shit.
And it isn’t even a guy I wanted to keep dating.
Fuck me.
I knew I should’ve taken the pill.
I grab my shit and slam the bathroom door shut behind me, and I waltz down the stairs and don’t tell anyone in Delta Nu where I’m going. I don’t want people to put their noses in my business. I need to handle this by myself.
I jump on my motorcycle and drive downtown to where I know that fucker hangs out—an old neighborhood full of dilapidated houses mostly used by the wrong crowd.
I park my bike down the road and head toward the house at the end, where Sam and his buddies are probably counting money for the coke lords. I don’t care what he does. I just know he’s into the sadistic shit just like I am, and we were a good match for a little while.
But that has to end.
At the front door, two burly men guard the place.
“I’m here to see Sam. Samuel Garcia.”
“What’s your name?” the guy asks.
“Sunny Reed,” I reply.
The other one yells through the door. “Sam. Girl’s here to see you, says her name is Sunny.”
“That’s my girlfriend, let her through.”
I immediately barge past them into the house.
Sam’s busy with the counting machine, but stops when he sees me. “What are you doing here?”
I rub my lips together. “We need to talk. In private.”
“Sure.” He scoots his chair back and walks into a room next door, so I follow him through and sit down on the bed while he shuts the door.
“I’m pregnant.”
Again, the staring.
So much staring, it bores me to death.
“Aren’t you going to say something?”
“When are you going to have it removed?”
I frown. “Removed?”
“Yeah. You’re not expecting me to accept that, right?”
“You put your dick inside me,” I growl.
“You told me to fuck you,” he retorts. “After you strung me from the ceiling like some plaything.”
Kinks don’t matter now. “We’re equally responsible for this.”
“And?” He shrugs. “Take it out.”
Rage boils up deep in my body. “You’re pissing me off, Sam.”
He grinds his teeth. “Sunny. I’m not motherfucking kidding. Go get an abortion. Today.”
“Fuck you, you don’t get to make demands,” I retort, and I get up and walk toward the door. “Never fucking mind. I’m out of here.”
He stops me from exiting. “No. You’re not leaving until you promise me you’ll take care of it.”
“Fuck that,” I retort.
Suddenly, he pulls out a knife and holds it to my belly.
“I’m not fucking joking around, Sunny. I can’t have this. Not with what’s at stake.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind? Over a goddamn coke joint?”
He slams his hand in front of my mouth and pushes me back toward the bed. “Don’t. You don’t know these people, and you don’t know what you’re messing with.”
The door slams open, and the two guards who were at the front door burst inside. “She’s causing trouble, isn’t she?” One of them points a gun at my face.
“Don’t let her fucking run away,” Sam growls. “Tie her up.”
“What?!” I gasp, fighting him off. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
The two guards attack me and pin me to the bed, and I fight them off as best I can, but one of them has already tied a rope around each of my wrists and bound me to the bed. I bite one of them in the arm until my teeth leave a mark.
“This chick is insane,” the guard cries, pulling back. “You’re on your own, dude.”
“But the boss,” Sam mutters.
“Don’t care. Fix this yourself,” the other guard says, walking out on us.