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I should have listened to Bobby. I should have listened to Bobby.
I kept repeating the thought like a mantra, as if somehow it could give me some sort of comfort against the stabbing pain I was feeling in my chest. I clawed at my shirt, trying to reach in through my chest cavity and grab the pain, pull it out and throw it aside. It hurt so much.
I was almost at my car when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, and just when I thought the night couldn’t get any worse, I gazed into the smiling face of my husband. Dennis was standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes flashing with rage. There was a nasty cut above his right eye, and his lower lip was swollen. Andy’s handiwork, obviously.
“Hey there, baby,” he said, his words muffled because of the swollen lip.
“Dennis,” I gasped.
“Did you actually think I’d let you out of my sight?” he asked, taking a few steps towards me, forcing me to take a few back. I bumped into the side of my car with nowhere to go.
“What are you doing here?”
“I saw you leave the house,” he explained. “Of course, I had to be careful because of that fucking police cruiser, but I wasn’t worried. I had a feeling you’d come here.” He came closer, closing the gap between us quickly. “You see, after my little fight with your boyfriend upstairs, I followed him. Found out where he lived. And when you left the house, I took my sweet time. I knew you’d come here. Checking up on lover boy?”
He grabbed my hand, twisting it hard and forcing me to scream out in pain. “You came to check up on him, but me? No! I don’t deserve your sympathy, do I? I came all the way to this asshole of the world just to find you, and you don’t even care about how I’m doing, do you?”
“Dennis, you’re hurting me!” I screamed.
“Oh, I’m going to do so much more than that, you cunt,” he hissed. “I’m taking you home, and when we get there, I’m going to fuck you up so bad, Quasimodo wouldn’t come within an inch of you.”
I lashed out, scratching at his eyes. I could feel skin tear, and he yelled in pain and surprise, jumping back. I didn’t hesitate, jumping at the opportunity to get away, and raced towards my car. He caught up with me, though, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back. I felt strands tear from my scalp, and I screamed in pain. He latched on hard, and when I turned around and tried to scratch at him again, he grabbed my wrist and twisted it.
My knees buckled, and before I knew what was happening, he grabbed me and slammed my head into the side of my car.
I fell to the ground in a heap, the world around me spinning out of control until everything went dark.
Chapter 16: Andy
I woke up to the sound of fists slamming against my door.
I sat up with a start, and instantly regretted it. My head spun, making me instantly nauseous. I leaned over the side of my bed and threw up, the whiskey coming back out the way it had gone down, along with my breakfast. My throat burned, and the stench made me throw up again. I wiped my mouth with my arm and looked around my room. I was naked, although how I had gotten to be like this was completely beyond me.
“We have visitors, baby.”
When I saw Hannah walk into the room, it all came rushing back to me like a tidal wave. I jumped out of bed, rushed towards her and grabbed her by the neck, pushing her against the wall. He raged inside me burned like wildfire, and I wanted to slam my fist into her face.
“You drugged me!” I spat. “You fucking cunt, you drugged me!”
The slamming continued, breaking my concentration as I realized that I had not been dreaming it. Hannah slapped my hand away and pushed me back, gently massaging her neck. “Go open the door, you asshole.”
I pointed an angry finger in her face. “Get dressed and get out before I kick you out and you could walk home naked!”
I grabbed my jeans from off the chair by the door, slipped them on, and left to answer the door. The knocking was now coupled with the bell.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm the fuck down!” I yelled at the idiot outside.
I swung the door open, and Bobby r
aced inside. “Is she here?” he demanded, looking frantic. Behind him, just outside the door, stood Jeremy and another officer I didn’t recognize.
“Is who here?” I asked.
“Andrea!” Bobby yelled. “Is she here?”
I frowned in confusion, suddenly just as worried. “What? You mean she’s not with you?”
“If she were with me, would I be looking for her, you jackass!”
