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He just chuckled and shook his head as he led me up the stairs. “You’ll get the hang of it, don’t worry.”
He stopped in front of my bedroom and said, “Remember, I’m just across the hall or down the hall if you need anything.” He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately before saying, “Good night, solnishko. Sweet dreams.”
“Good night, Adrik. And thank you. For everything.”
He smiled down at me, before turning toward his office. I watched him pull his phone out of his pocket before stepping into my bedroom. I closed the door and leaned against it. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything that had happened in the last two-and-a-half days.
Your life is anything but boring, Sephie.
Chapter Eleven
Sephie
I took what was quite possibly the most luxurious shower I had ever taken in my twenty-four years. The shower was large enough for at least four people. It had multiple showerheads. I’ve never seen so many showerheads in one shower. I did turn them all on at once, just to see what would happen. There was water coming at me from every direction. This must be what it’s like in a car wash. It was glorious.
I threw on an oversize t-shirt and a pair of panties and climbed into bed. It wasn’t that late yet, but I found myself feeling like I could sleep for a week once again. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep, curled up under the covers.
I found myself in a familiar old house, dirty from neglect. That smell of sweat that never seemed to go away hit my nostrils, giving me the familiar nausea that was constant the entire time I lived there.
No, no, no, no. I can’t be back here. I ran away. He can’t touch me. He doesn’t know where I went and he’s too lazy to look for me.
I hear a familiar voice in my head, screaming my name. “SEPHIE! YOU GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!”
I knew the routine. He was going to yell at me for some perceived slight that was, in reality, his fault, but he was too drunk to remember. I sighed, hung my head, and walked to my furious uncle. Only this time, it wasn’t my uncle. It was Anthony. I froze in place when I saw it was Anthony instead of my uncle. Terror took hold. I looked around me for something I could use as a weapon, but as I was reaching for a small lamp, the scene changed completely. I was no longer in my uncle’s disgusting house. I was in a chair, somewhere I’d never been before. The exposed fluorescent lights flickered above me. There was one door to the room, in front of me. I tried to get up, but realized I was tied to the chair. I started to panic.
The door opened, revealing Anthony, with a sinister look in his eye. This wasn’t going to be good. He walked toward me, never taking his eyes off me. He reached out and brushed the side of my face with the back of his hand. I desperately tried to get away, just like I had tried to get away from him at the restaurant.
“Still haven’t learned your lesson, I see,” he said.
“We’ve been over this. School was not my thing. So, you tell me, who isn’t getting the lesson here—me or you?”
I felt him punch me with such force that it knocked my chair backward. I was now on my back, still tied to the chair, and unable to get free. It didn’t stop me from trying to get free, but my attempts were unsuccessful.
Think, Sephie. You’ve been in this situation before, and you got free. Keep your head in the game.
He pulled my chair upright again, leaning on the arms of the chair, so that he was at eye level with me.
“You’re so pretty. It’s a shame to ruin that pretty face.”
“What do you want with me, Anthony? Like seriously. You said it yourself. You can have any girl you want. Why me?”
He laughed. It was not the laugh of someone who was amused, however. This was the laugh of an insane person. His smile didn’t reach his cold, dead eyes.
“It isn’t just you, carrot top,” he said, picking a knife off a table against the wall. “You belong to Ghost now. I saw the anger in his eyes when I smacked your ass in that restaurant. I want to hurt him, but I can’t get to him.” He was trailing the knife down my neck to my chest. He stopped just above my heart, pressing the knife into my skin. “So, I hurt you to get to him. And when he comes for you? I kill him.”
I’m not sure what came over me at the thought of Adrik being killed, but I screamed as loud as I possibly could.
I was suddenly not in the chair but lying in bed covered in sweat. Where was Anthony? How did I get away?
My bedroom door swung open, and Adrik rushed to me.
“Sephie! What’s wrong? What happened?” He went to grab my shoulders to pull me to him. “Jesus, Sephie, you’re soaking wet. What happened? Did you have another nightmare?”
I was still trying to comprehend what had happened and why I wasn’t dead. I looked at him and said, “You can’t come for me. If Anthony gets to me, he’s going to kill you if you come for me.” I burst into tears, grabbing onto him.
“Solnishko. Oh, solnishko. He won’t get to you. I promise. I will protect you. We will all protect you.” He stroked my hair and ran his hands down my back. “You’re okay. You’re safe with me. I promise.”
I sucked in a breath and looked up at him. “He wants to use me to get to you.”
