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I forced myself from my place, walking slowly but purposefully toward the door that both beckoned and warned.
I didn’t wait to be invited in—I never did with him. Once the locks gave, I grabbed the handle and opened the rear passenger door to get in, and prayed my shaking was unnoticeable.
“Miss me?” I asked the driver in a teasing voice.
He didn’t respond.
He never had.
The man simply held a phone behind him to where I sat in the backseat, waiting for me to take it from his large, tattooed hands.
“What?” I asked into the phone. “Still can’t be seen with little ol’ me?”
“I think I am.”
Four simple words, and it suddenly felt hard to breathe again.
Chills skated down my spine, but I refused to look around to see where he might be.
I lifted a brow. “Then why am I talking into a phone and staring at your ton-of-fun errand boy?”
“Missing you,” he clarified. “I think I’m missing you.”
My stomach rolled when he laughed. The sound low and mocking and full of every evil thing this world possessed.
“I wasn’t asking you,” I said, my words full of tease. “After all . . . you always send your errand boy instead of coming yourself.”
His laughter abruptly stopped. “Don’t push me, Jessica.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t if you would stop stalking me.” My tone was light and flirtatious, but my eyes were narrowed into slits on the driver. “It’s hard to miss this car driving up and down my street every night. I know you’re having me followed everywhere I go. Last I checked, stalking was illegal.”
“Last I checked, you belong to me,” he said on a growl.
My grip on the phone tightened. “I belong to no man.”
“This is your last warning.”
“Again with the warning?” I asked with a dull sigh. “I think the last twelve were my last warnings. Or was it twenty?” I leaned in toward the driver and dropped my voice to a whisper. “Was it twenty?”
“Jessica.”
My chest hitched from the venom in his voice. My breaths became shallow.
He waited, probably enjoying the fear he could feel through the phone. And I hated him even more for it.
“Don’t let me catch you on the streets again.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat and forced a smile on my lips. “Funny,” I said with a soft laugh. “You aren’t the one who ever catches me.”
I hung up before he could say another word and dropped the phone on the center console. Unable to muster a taunt for the driver, I slid out of the car and kept walking until I was off my street and headed home.
As soon as I finished putting my mom in bed that night, I scanned her room for any needles she may have stashed then slowly slipped my knife out from its spot on my hip as I stepped out of her room, shutting the door behind me.
My eyes darted to the living room curtains, faintly moving from the night breeze. Forcing my gaze elsewhere, I opened the knife soundlessly as I walked to my room and flipped on the light as if it were a normal night.
But it wasn’t.
I’d known it wasn’t from the second I’d stepped into the trailer.
