“Filthy f*****g rogues. After all I have done for them,” he sneers, slamming his car door shut. Then, he whirls around to face me. “And you, taking their side when I was trying to teach them a lesson. I had every right. How dare she make demands of me?” he snarls before starting the car.
The entire drive home, I keep my face to the window, tears slipping down my face silently with my hands clasped over my stomach. From one nightmare to another.
Lexa has given up. We are both helpless and at his mercy, and I can’t see a way out of it.
Jake smacks the dash as we stop at the back of the shop, pulling me from my troubled thoughts.
“That night we met?” I stop, not knowing what I am asking, not knowing where I am going with that question. Yet, for some reason, that night has played repeat
