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Chapter7
Iwatched his truck lights disappear, still dazed. Although I wasn’t sure what I expected, this definitely wasn’t it. I stood there in shock, wondering what I should do next. I had two choices: I could go home and cry into my pillow, or I could fight.
It wasn’t a question, really. I was going to fight. Too bad I still didn’t know how to do that.
Headlights appeared, rounding the curve behind me, and I realized I was standing on the side of the road in my skirt and bra, my T-shirt and panties in my hands and no shoes on my feet. Somehow, I’d lost my flip-flops in Collin’s truck. The sun had set and I needed to get home. Standing out here like this, I was vulnerable in both the spiritual and the earthly worlds.
I jerked my T-shirt over my head as I gingerly walked across the gravel to Myra’s car. I’d left my purse and keys inside again since I hadn’t planned on falling asleep in his truck. And I sure hadn’t planned on anything else that had happened.
My skin flamed at the thought and horror quickly followed. How could I so quickly and easily lose all control with that man?
The approaching car slowed down, and a man leaned out the open passenger window. “Hey, baby. It’s still early. Want to hang out? We’ll make it worth your while.” He waved several twenty-dollar bills in his hand.
They had seen me standing half naked on the side of the road as Collin drove away. They thought I was a prostitute.Thank you, Collin Fucking Dailey. I squared my shoulders and shot the guy my meanest glare. “Fuck off.”
I continued heading toward my car, but the beat-up Cadillac shifted into reverse, keeping up with me.
“Oh, come on, baby. Don’t be like that.”
Fear squirmed in my gut.I might be in serious trouble here. Just one more reason to hate Collin.
I reached for the door to the car as the guy opened his door and hopped out. I had my door open when he reached me, pushing me into the inside of the door panel.
“My money’s just as good as that other guy’s.”
I balled my fists to hide my shaking. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You can’t afford me, asshole.” I knew it was wrong to provoke him, but anger was still rushing through my veins. If I couldn’t take out my frustration on Collin, the stupid part of me wanted to take it out on this potential rapist.
Brilliant.
The guy leaned closer, an ugly leer spreading across his face.
“Bobby,” a guy called from the idling car. “Let it go, man.”
Bobby’s beer breath blew into my face and I nearly gagged, clenching my jaw to keep from adding a smart-ass comment. Bobby was drunk and teetering on the edge of violence. My next words might topple him over.
He blocked my escape with one arm. “I don’t think so.” Snagging the panties out of my hand, he threw them to the ground.
Oh, shit.
If I could get into the car and lock the door, I’d have a chance to escape. “Listen to your friend, Bobby,” I said with just a bit too much attitude.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him, and I tried to dig into the ground, stumbling when the gravel stabbed the bottom of my feet.
“Bobby, what the fuck are you doing?” his friend wailed.
“This bitch thinks she’s too good for me.”
“Not thinks,” I snarled, my feet in agony as I tried to get away. “IknowI am.”
His free hand grabbed a handful of my skirt and started to lift it up.
Oh, God.
Slapping his hand away, I fought harder to shake his hold on my arm, which only made him laugh. “Too good for me now?”
“Bobby!” his friend shouted.
Bobby laughed and dropped my skirt, tugging me across the road toward the docks.
