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Yesterday, Dad contacted the private security firm, and he said they’re putting a skilled team together to protect me.
It doesn’t make me feel any better, because I think we should go to the police, but Dad won’t hear about it.
Sitting in Dr. Bentall’s office at the hospital, we wait for him to arrive so he can give me a checkup. He’s already twenty-five minutes late, and Dad’s getting agitated.
“What’s taking him so long?” Dad mutters as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.
I watch as he dials Dr. Bentall’s personal number, but a moment later, he shakes his head. “It goes straight to voicemail.”
Patting Dad’s arm, I get up and say, “I’ll check with Julia.” Walking to the reception counter, I smile as I ask, “Do you know where Dr. Bentall is?”
She gives me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry you’re waiting so long, Skylar. I’ve tried to call but can’t get a hold of him. Do you want to wait a little longer, or should we reschedule? I can squeeze you in tomorrow afternoon.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I look at Dad’s worried expression, then nod. “Let’s reschedule. Call me once you’ve confirmed the appointment with Dr. Bentall.”
“I’ll do that. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s keeping him.”
“It’s okay.” Turning away from the reception counter, I walk back to where Dad’s sitting. “Julia says she’ll reschedule for tomorrow. Let’s go home.”
“What a waste of time,” Dad mutters as he stands up. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and holds me close as we leave the office.
We’re quiet as we head down the hallway toward the exit, and I feel tension coming off Dad in waves.
Walking through the double doors of the hospital, Dad steers me in the direction of the Mercedes.
Suddenly there’s a screeching of tires as two white vans speed toward us. Dad turns us around, and grabbing my hand, he starts to run back to the entrance of the hospital.
I’m so freaking shocked I barely get to take in what’s happening as the vans stop behind us. When I’m roughly grabbed from behind, a terrified scream tears from my throat.
Dad’s fingers tighten around mine, but I’m yanked from his hold, and in absolute horror, I watch as two men forcefully restrain Dad.
I’m not strong enough to fight the man as he drags me into one of the vans, and before the doors slide shut, I hear Dad shout, “Skylar!”
“Daddy,” I scream just as I’m thrown to the floor and a knee presses into my lower back. My arms are yanked backward, and my wrists tied together with cable ties.
“Stop!” I cry as I try to wiggle free. “Oh Jesus…Jesus…Jesus.” Frantic panic stuns me into a stupor, and I keep gasping the same word over and over.
The knee lifts from my back, and I’m hauled upright and shoved onto a seat.
With wide eyes, my gaze lands on a man I’ve never seen before. He has light brown hair and eyes that seem black. Tattoos cover his neck, making him look scary as hell.
My breaths explode over my lips, and my heart hammers in my chest as I stare at the man who just kidnapped me in broad daylight.
Before I can even think to ask what’s happening, he levels me with a terrifying look that makes ice pour through my veins. He grabs an old rag from the floor, and leaning over me, he forcefully gags me before tying it behind my head. Distressing sounds spill from me, sounding muffled from the rag biting into my lips.
What do I do?
Oh, God. What do I do?
Shit.
I don’t know what to do!!!
My eyes sting from unshed tears as shock keeps hitting me in tidal waves.
I try to figure out where the van is taking me and hope Dad’s being taken to the same place.
God, please don’t let them hurt Dad.
