Page 60 of Drive Me Crazy

"No, bitch! It's on yours!" He wrestles her to the ground, wrapping her in his arms and stands. His car door is open, I know he's about to take her.

"Stop it!" I scream from the other side of the street. His head whips around and I shudder when we make eye contact. "Let her go, you're not here for her."

Weston drops Scout on the ground beside him. She claws at him as he stalks toward me. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"You need to leave Weston or did you forget you're wanted by the FBI?" I yell, doing my best to make as much noise as possible, while inside I'm falling apart. I know he's going to attempt to kill me.

His face is distorted and for a split second, I don't even recognize the man I married. I shouldn't be surprised; I never knew him before now.

"Get in the goddamned car before your fucking mouth gets you what you deserve." His anger so apparent, he froths from his mouth.

"No, you're the one that needs to get in your car and get the fuck outta here!" My body vibrates with rage.

His fingers dig into my bicep as he yanks me closer to his car. "I said, get in the fucking car bitch!"

"Let go, Weston!" I yank away from him. My body is still reeling in pain from his earlier attack, even in its weakened state, I try to make a break and run from him. But I'm too slow and his hands are in my hair before I can get away.

"You're coming home where you can learn some manners." He growls, jerking me backwards.

"Fuck you, asshole!" I swing my elbow into his side. If I'm going to die, I'm going down fighting from now on. "You've beaten on me for the last time!"

We struggle to the ground and he lays over me; I turn my face away as he leans in, snarling. "You can't fight if you're dead, now get the fuck up and get in the fucking car bitch."

I try to scuffle with him but as always; he has the upper hand. Weston stands, wrapping my hair in his hand and hauls me toward the car.

Scout yells, holding her phone in the air. "The police are on their way Weston, leave her here and go while you can still get away!"

"Then we'll both die." Weston's words seep out low and guttural. I fight to pry my hair free, leaving chunks all over us both. When he turns, he puts a gun in my face and obliterates my resolve. "Now, Harper."

The gun blurs in my vision when I look him in the eye and all I see is black, it's as though his soul is already gone, and he has nothing to lose.

I hold my hands up, giving in to him once again. "Okay. Alright. I'm coming."

"You will learn, once and for all to never defy my orders again." He snarls against my ear.

It's not enough that my hands are raised or the fact that I've stopped fighting him. As with all abusers, Weston wants to humiliate me and show me how beneath him I am.

When he grabs me this time, he gets a handful of my hair and shirt. Instead of allowing me to walk, he turns and drags my body over the pavement, to the opened door.

I want to fight. Also, I want to live. I just don't know how to escape him without losing my life or risking the lives of those I love. Even now, as my flesh is torn from my knees and hands, I loathe myself more than I do him.

Just when I think I'm giving in; I see his face and know that I have to fight a little longer. For him. For my family. For a future. And for me.

"I don't love you! I can't love you!" I bellow, waiting for his wrath, and still I go on. "I've never loved you. It's always been him, Weston. Every time you've kissed me or forced me to fuck you, I thought of nothing but him."

When he turns on me, I can see the hackles rise on his neck. I stiffen, readying for what I know is coming. Closing my eyes, I wait for his fists, but they never come.

Instead, I feel his fiery breath on my face, and my eyes snap open. "You've got to be kidding me, right? You're telling me, you're still in love with Ridge. All I ever done was try to save you from that piece of shit and what thanks have I gotten?"

"Save me? You're deranged, you fucking prick! All you've ever done is make me loathe you." I buck him, pushing him as far as I can, hoping to buy more time.

"You ignorant cunt, you fucked him. Didn't you? You can't keep your legs closed for five minutes. I wonder if he has any idea what a whore you are?" He smirks, making my stomach roll violently. "Is that why it's taken me so long to find you, you were with him, right? Did he tell you his little secret? Do you know why you're with me and not him?"

My chest tightens, I know he's a liar and will do anything to hurt me but there's something in his eyes that's chilling. "I don't know what you're talking about and we both know what a fucking liar you are. Whether or not he's in the picture, it doesn't change the fact that I've never loved you."

"As if he ever loved you. He could've stopped all of this; do you know that? He stood there and let me walk away with you. Haven't you ever wondered why he never fought for you? I told him I'd kill you and he didn't even put up a fight. He never looked back." He chuckles, solidifying his insanity.

I shake my head, refusing to believe a word he utters. "Go to hell. Ridge would never have left me with you if he had known how you were gonna treat me."

"Oh dear, your undying faith in him is a waste and sorely misguided. He's the fucking asshole and if I let you live; I might even allow him to be the one to crush you and your little ole heart. Fucking dumb bitch." He pokes me in the face with every word, busting my lip with the last.

I narrow my eyes, readying for the fallout of what I'm about to say. "You wanna know why I came running home to him? Because you could never satisfy me the way he did."

"You will regret every fucking word, I promise you." Weston picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I hit his back, thumping, and clawing at him. He slings me into the car, holding me down when I scramble, reaching for the other door. "You're only making this worse on you and you'll have no one to blame but you."

I flip over on my back, kicking him in the side as I pry the handle open above my head. He winces, giving me the chance, I need. Clambering from the passenger seat, I land on the ground.

Hurrying to my feet, I meet the devil face to face. He shoves the gun into my ribs and though I want to fight, I can't. I'm afraid he'll shoot.

My breath hitches as I bear witness to my world imploding, playing in slow motion. In the distance, Ridge barrels toward us, drawing Weston's ire. He pushes me back down into the door; I brace myself, trying to stay upright.

The personal living nightmare I've been living for years comes true when I hear a blast. It's the sound of a gun. I crumple to the ground, rooted here, and covered with the spatter of wetness.

I run the back of my hand over my face, clearing my sight to search for Ridge when I notice I have blood on me. Somewhere in the background, I can hear my name but there's only one thing that can bring me back from this, him.

"Harper!" I fall against the car, the cold metal on my back isn't even enough to pull me from the dark recesses I've fallen in.