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“You scream, and I’ll beat you. Don’t think I won’t.”
“I don’t care.” My words came out high pitched. “I’ll still scream, and then someone will hear. I won’t let you assault me. Not this time.”
I kneed him in the groin as hard as I could. “Bitch!” He slapped me across the face and jumped back out of the car, clutching his cock. Reacting quickly, I slammed the door shut and locked them. He beat on the window.
“Open the fucking door, Scott.”
Sobbing, I scrambled between the seats and tumbled into the driver’s. He was slamming his fists against the window, losing all sense of propriety. My hands shook as I pushed the button, and the engine spurred to life. I pressed on the gas, squealing out of the parking space, narrowly missing a column.
I looked around me, but David was nowhere to be seen. My heart raced as I headed for the exit. Every yard I gained, I glanced in the rearview mirror to check if David was following me, and I only calmed down a little when I didn’t see any sign of his signature BMW trailing me.
My nerves were so frazzled I didn’t pay attention to where I was going, but somehow I ended up at Jay’s place. I’d lived there for so long that my brain had automatically directed me back. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. If I went home with a ripped shirt, Griff would ask questions. I didn’t want to lie to him, but how could I tell him David had tried to assault me? Griff would go after him, and he was on parole. I couldn’t involve him and jeopardize his freedom. He could never know about this.
A sob tore from me, and I rested my head against the steering wheel. Tears squeezed through my tightly closed eyes, although I tried to keep them at bay. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the reality of what had almost happened crept in.
A knock on the window jerked me from my thoughts, and I screamed, expecting to see David. Instead, Jay stood there, his forehead creased with concern, water dripping from his hair onto his shirt. How long had I been sitting in the driveway? I didn’t remember any rain.
Jay’s mouth moved, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. He made a motion with his hand for me to wind the window down, which I did.
“Have you been here long?” he asked. “Why are you sitting in the car? You still have your spare key.”
Dazed, I didn’t know how to respond. I tried to smile so he didn’t suspect anything was wrong, but the tears finally found their way down.
“Scott, what the hell happened?” he shouted. “Open the door.”
When I disabled the lock, he got in the passenger’s side and slammed the door shut.
“What’s going on, Scott?”
I shook my head, my throat too tight to speak, but when he reached for me, I went willingly and clung to him. Griff. I needed Griff, but I couldn’t tell him about this. My tears came harder.
After a while, I was all cried out and slumped against Jay. He patted my back gently. “Am I going to have to confront him over whatever he did to make you cry like this?”
The meaning of his words registered too slowly. “It’s not Griff.” Sniffling, I eased out of his arms and touched my puffy eyes. What was I to do? I couldn’t let Griff see my torn shirt and swollen eyes. He would have so many questions.
“Can I stay here tonight?” I asked. After a good night’s sleep, I might be able to pretend everything was fine.
“Sure you can, but why if he’s not the problem?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want him to know.”
“To know what, Scott?”
“I did something stupid, Jay.”
“What are you talking about?”
I wrapped my arms around myself. “I met with David.”
“Son of a bitch! He was going to be my second bet. What did the asshole do?”
“I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea. It’s just that you and I spoke, and we resolved our differences. I thought if I talked to him, I could close that chapter in my life forever. I was so wrong. Talking to him was nothing like with you, Jay.”
Jay took me by the shoulder and turned me to face him. “What did he do, Scottie?”
I wrung my hands. “He turned aggressive, but I managed to get away. At least I thought so. He followed me to my car. To be fair, I know what he’s like, and I didn’t completely trust him, so I asked him to meet me in public—at the mall. I never thought he would follow me to the parking garage and try to force himself on me.”
“That son of a bitch. Scott, are you all right?”
