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I need them to consume me, to turn me over, to squeeze my ass and fondle my breasts, to run their fingers through my hair, to kiss me relentlessly as Luke explodes into a fucking frenzy and pounds me into oblivion.
I don’t ever want this night to end.
It was only just beginning.
1
Avery
Two Weeks Earlier
“Momma?” my daughter calls out from the backseat of my car, now deceased Citroën, to be specific. “We’re cold!”
“I know, honey,” I reply, trying to make myself heard over the howling of a raging winter storm. “Keep your sister close and stay under the blanket!”
Miley is only five years old but smart enough to know when to listen to me. Annie is three and doesn’t understand what’s going on. Hell, I’m even baffled as to how we got to this point, but I had no other choice. This is what I get for trying to work things out with a narcissistic psychopath. I never should’ve married Daniel. I never should’ve stuck around for as long as I did. That’s all part of the past, though and that’s where it will stay. Besides, there is nothing I can do to change it. All I can do now is look forward and make a better life for my kids.
We’re a few feet away from Johnson Lake, stuck on the side of the road with too many miles between us and the next town. My car died, and I am nowhere near capable or equipped to fix it myself. To top it all, this snowstorm has me stranded and unable to walk all the way to Lexington with my daughters to an overnight shelter. The snow is too heavy, the wind is biting cold, and I can barely see ten feet ahead of me.
It's the middle of winter in Nebraska. What did I expect?
“Mommy is trying to find a way to get us somewhere nice and warm,” I tell my daughters, hoping they can hold on for at least a couple more hours.
We only have what little heat the engine delivered before the car died, so I told Miley to keep the windows up so we can preserve that for as long as possible. I keep looking around, praying for a pair of headlights to appear from either direction but even that could end up being a double-edged sword. What if it’s Daniel?
I smacked him over the head pretty good with that lamp. I would’ve bashed it all the way in, but Miley and Annie were screaming, terrified of their own father. He wasn’t supposed to be able to find us and I don’t understand how he did. The restraining order didn’t faze him in the least. He just wanted to hurt me, to make me suffer for having had the audacity to divorce him.
Shuddering, I check my phone again. The battery is drained, and the screen is black. We’re stuck out here on the side of the road in a Nebraska snowstorm, and I don’t know whether I can rely on the kindness of strangers. With this low visibility, it could be Daniel who finds us. And then it’ll be over. I’ve not doubt he will kill me. I hit him with the lamp, I grabbed my daughters, and then I drove off as fast as I could, not caring about the thickening snowstorm at that point. I had to survive. I had to put some distance between us and him.
My girls are huddled together, shivering under the blanket. I reckon most of the warmth has faded by now and they are relying on one another’s body heat. We’ve been out here for maybe half an hour, and I haven’t seen a single car or truck drive by. Who would be nuts enough to drive in this weather? Well, me, obviously. I would’ve tolerated Daniel hitting me. I would’ve tried to talk some sense into him, at least until I could call the cops, but when he laid his hands on Miley, I just snapped.
“I didn’t have a choice,” I mutter through gritted teeth, my jaw clenched as my whole body involuntarily bucks against the freezing cold.
All I have to keep me relatively warm is this hooded winter parka of mine and the boots I managed to slip into before I ran out the door. The three of us were in our jammies when the bastard broke in. Everything happened so fast. My arm still hurts from where he grabbed me and my cheek stings from where he slapped me so hard I saw stars. I’ll take the cold of winter over being anywhere near Daniel ever again. But my babies… we won’t last much longer if we aren’t rescued soon.
Eventually, I’ll have to get in the back with Miley and Annie so I can give them what’s left of my own dwindling body heat. It’ll drop dramatically below zero later in the night, and I doubt we’ll survive until morning if the weather reports turn out to be accurate. But I will do whatever I can to give my daughters a chance to make it, even if I don’t.
Less than four hours ago, we were eating mac and cheese and watching a Tom & Jerry marathon on TV. We’d only just moved to Campbell. I liked that town. It was small, quiet, and far enough away from Daniel to allow me to sit comfortably in the evenings while planning for the weeks ahead of my already frazzled life. Damn Daniel for ruining things again.
My breath gets stuck in my throat as I see a pair of headlights approaching. For a moment, my heart stops beating altogether. Terror grips me until I realize the car is coming from Hershey, not Campbell. Daniel would be coming from Campbell, where I left him bleeding on the floor.
I start honking my horn, my muscles heating up with every frantic motion. I hope the driver can see me through this dense snowfall and hear the horn blaring over the wind. The lights get brighter, and the car starts coming to a slow halt. A heavy sigh leaves my body as I recognize the Sheriff’s red and blue lights glowing overhead. I can hear the tires sliding on the snow as the car gets closer. “Thank God,” I mumble as I cautiously open my door.
I freeze again when I see this mountain of a man getting out from the driver’s seat. Holy hell, he’s massive. Tall and broad-shouldered, made even bigger by a thick winter jacket with a brown fur collar. I see the badge on his leather belt. The woolen cap with the Lincoln County Sheriff’s Department logo just above his forehead. Then the piercing green eyes that seem to be able to look right into my soul.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” the man asks as I open my door a little more to talk to him.
“No, I am anything but alright,” I reply with a trembling voice. “My car died.”
He looks inside the car and spots my girls in the backseat. “Are they your children?”
“Yes. We’ve been stuck here for a while. Not a car in sight,” I say.
“Where were you coming from?”
I have the sudden fear that Daniel has woken up and called the police to say I’ve kidnapped my own children.
“Ma’am where were you coming from?” he asks me again, this time more sternly.
