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What if he doesn't want me anymore?
What if I've left it too late?
Taking a deep breath, I shake my head before getting out of my car. I look towards the front door; flashbacks of being pinned while I'm cut from the inside flash through me. I know Lucas and the club have tried to make me feel more comfortable here since finding out about my trauma by changing the color of the door and walls and adding more security, but I just can't. I walk around the back of the bar, heading for the back door. Gunther, one of the new security bouncers, gives me a head nod, opening the door for me, and I head inside towards Lucas's office, hoping I'm not making a mistake.
Famous last words, though, right?
I get to his door and come to a stop when I hear a moan—a woman's moan—and I swallow hard.
Please no.
Very slowly, I open the door before coming to a halt.
Silver is on her back on his desk, completely naked, fingering herself, while the man who promised not to hurt me again is standing near, his eyes narrowing on her cunt and his jeans bulging. A tear falls down my cheek, and I have to swallow a sob before quickly shutting the door.
I quickly rush back out the backdoor, and Gunther furrows his brows, but I just smile and wave at him before climbing into my crappy car.
I take deep breaths willing not to break down here. I can't go back to the clubhouse; they won't let me leave, but I know I still have things at my apartment. With a nod of my head, I start my car and head back home to pack, a plan firmly in place. I need to leave and get as far away from this town as possible, and all the heartache it's caused me over the years. It takes me an hour. As soon as I pull my car into my space, I get out and rush to my door, only to be stopped by my foster mother.
I scowl, but she isn't deterred by the look on my face and places her hands on her wide hips.
"Where is Adam? Last I heard, he was coming to see you!"
I just chuckle as I walk past her. "Maybe you should try Hayley; you know his mistress."
Her cat eyes widen with shock, realizing I know he had a mistress before her eyes start to tear, but I ignore her. I thought of her as a mother; she was kind to me, but as soon as I turned 18, she didn't want to know. She turned her back on me and agreed with her husband about what "he" did. I go into my building, ensuring the door is locked behind me. I don't wanther anywhere near me. I know she won't stick around; she loves Adam. Not sure why, though; she'll probably go and confront his 'pregnant' mistress. I left that part out on purpose. I don't think she's aware of that little detail, but when she does find out, she'll move on with her life and be free, or, well, I hope she will, because as far as I'm aware, Adam is gone.
I quickly rush into my purple bedroom and grab my duffle bags, packing as much as I can out of my drawers before going into my cream bathroom. It's tiny; there's only one cupboard, a small walk-in shower, and a toilet, but it was good enough for me.
I get all of my toiletries, take them to the bags on my bed, and gently pack them. I don't need a shampoo explosion. I empty my side table when I come across a photo of me and Sophie when we were about four, and my eyes tear up, but I hold them in and shove the picture inside my bag before taking the three of them into the small living area.
I look around to see if there's anything personal that I want to keep but don't find anything except for the framed photo of Momma Anderson, so I quickly grab it, placing it in my bag before heading into the small kitchen. Everything in here is superficial, so I know I won't need anything except my laptop that I used for school. I quickly grab that before swallowing hard, nausea grabbing a hold of me, a sob wanting to rip from my throat, but I know I haven't got time. I need to leave and get the distance between me and the heartache Parkerville has caused me.
Taking a deep breath again I close my bags about to take them to my crappy car when there's a loud bang from the main door, which is two flipping floors down. My eyes widen, and I wait, holding my breath, hoping it's just a neighbor pissed off or something.
I hear the thuds of boots coming up the stairs, and I know, in my heart, that it's not a neighbor. Lucas has sent someone after me while he gets himself off with Silver.
My tears start to fall.
Why can't he let me leave?
Why can't he let me heal from the pain he's put me through?
This isn't fair.
What in the hell have I done in my past life to deserve this crap?
The sound of the thuds gets closer before they come to a halt outside of my door, and I swallow hard, staying quiet, hoping the prospects are stupid enough to think I’m not here.
Loud bangs sound from my door, and I jump before my breathing stops at the voice on the other side.
"LEAH, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW BEFORE I BOOT IT DOWN!"
I don't move.
He's here? But he was just... I don't get to finish my thought as my door flies open, banging against the wall, hanging off its hinges, and a very pissed-off-looking Lucas glares at me like I betrayed him.
Shit.
