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It’s a small closet.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, I tuck myself inside the small hideaway and say a silent prayer, begging for protection.
But why would God ever want to protect me? What am I to him now? Broken? Discardable? A wasted soul?
I the thing no one wants their daughters to become. That girl that’s whispered about in hallways.
I’m nothing.
I didn’t ask for this. For the world to be so cruel. All I wanted was peace…andhim. I got neither.
Another clap of thunder crashes. I’m gasping for breath, choking. This is how I’m going to die. Alone. In a dark closet.
My stepmother would be delighted with this development.
Light blooms. A broad silhouette hovers over me.
Frank!
I lash out with feet and fists, but strong arms grab me.
“It’s okay, baby girl,” Gabe whispers, his voice cracking. He doesn’t sound like the man who rescued me. His voice is just as broken as mine is. I wonder if it’s because he knows it’s too late. That there’s no helping me.
Unable to hold back any longer, I cry, tears rushing down my cheeks, sullying his shirt as I bury my face in his chest.
But he doesn’t seem to care. He’s holding me, cradling me in his arms. Protecting me.
Maybe, for once, my prayers haven’t gone unanswered.
LET ME TOUCH YOU
GABRIEL
Isink into an overstuffed chair, Brooke cradled in my arms.
Over the last couple of months, I imagined our reunion more times than I can count, but never once had it happened like this. With her broken and terrified of a storm.
Once upon a time, she was brave enough to walk away from the good life. Every dollar her daddy had. She begged me to take her away with me.
Maybe I should have.
I wanted to.
I almost did, but that’s something I can’t afford to think about. It’s my shame, and perhaps my sin is being revisited.
Brooke thrusts her arms around my neck and presses her face to me. She still smells like the club, the lingering odor of smoke lacing her tousled hair.
My heart breaks for what she’s been through. That I could have allowed this to happen.
“I’m scared…”she says, her voice shaky.
“I know.”
She twists her body so that she’s properly seated on my lap, her cheek pressed to my chest. It takes extreme feats of mental gymnastics to keep my cock limp, but I swear to God, I will never use and abuse this girl as the others have.
“I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” I smooth her hair. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Her grip tightens around my neck. “It’s fine.”
