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He has all the control over me.
All I can really do is what he wants.
“Take an Advil,” he growls as he gets up. “That should help you with the pain, okay?”
But I want to talk.
I want him to kiss me again.
None of that happens. Owen reminds me that he’s the one with all the power by stalking away from me, and locking himself in his bedroom, locking me out.
He isn’t even going to tell me where he’s been and what he’s been doing.
I feel like I have whiplash.
I bite down on my bottom lip hard, trying my best to stop any tears from falling.
The last thing I want is for this asshole to make me cry, but the emotions are overwhelming. I don’t know how to keep them inside any longer.
A single tear leaks down my cheek, splashing against my skin hard, making my head fall forwards.
What am I supposed to do now? Tonight has proven that I’m never getting out of here, not on my own accord anyway. Not until Owen wants me to leave.
But that might never happen.
This might be the rest of my God damn life.
Fuck, this hurts more than I ever thought it could.
TEN
OWEN
Sweat pours off my forehead as I push my body as hard as I can.
I need to run off these feelings.
Emotions only get in the way.
Run off the need to think about Emmaall the fucking time.
It’s been a few days since she ended up in my trap, since we kissed in a way that feltverydifferent, and it seems like I’ve become unhealthily obsessed with her.
I pause by a tree, trying to catch my breath while I get my head in order. After all, I shouldn’t just be thinking about Emma all the time.
Not when I know how much trouble it gets me into.
I check my fist, noticing the bruising still there.
No matter what he said about Emma, I shouldn’t have lost my temper with Hudson. I never should have hit him, especially since it would have ended up with us both being arrested.
I wouldn’t have spent long in the drunk tank, though. My NYPD contacts would have gotten me out before things could get out of hand. This is why it’s always good to have people owing me favors.
I just have to make sure I don’t fly off the handle like that again.
At Hudson, or Emma.
But then Emma shouldn’t have tried to escape.
