Captivated by Your Love (The Blue Heart Series Book 2) by Kennedy Kelly Page B

walking through the sliding doors of the hospital, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise and my spidey senses acutely become aware that something wasn’t right. But I trudged forward. I might be little but I was mighty. I just felt like something was really off. My tired legs slowly ate up the steps until I reached my car. I noticed Reeve’s car was parked next to mine, but what really caught my attention was Jensen standing there.
    “What are you doing here, Jensen?” I asked nervously. My stomach was in a fit of knots and I felt the rosiness in my cheeks turn to a pale white while my hands started to shake.
    “You won’t return my calls or my messages,” he said with certainty.
    “That is because we are over.” I swallowed around the lump that had quickly formed in my throat.
    “I told you, bitch, I’m not letting you go.” He snarled at me and my stomach sank further. What the fuck was up with this guy, calling me bitch all the time? He was delusional if he thought he was going to get away with treating me like that.
    “Let’s be clear, if you call me a bitch one more time we are really going to have a problem,” I threw back at him, squaring my shoulders and holding my head high like I wasn’t scared when really I was completely panicked. I could feel my bottom lip start to tremble.
    “Bitch,” he said back to me and then moved closer, placing himself nose to nose with me. I side stepped him and tried to go around him, but he kept up with my steps and stayed planted in front of me.
    “Move out of my way, Jensen.” I put my hands to his chest and slightly pushed and tried shoving him but he wouldn’t budge.
    Shit.
    Shit.
    Shit.
    What was I going to do? Here I was in a parking lot, not another soul around. I was freaked out and I didn’t think I was going to get out of this situation unharmed.
    He shoved me back. “Bitch.” I fell back, almost losing my balance.
    “Don’t fucking touch me, you asshole,” I spit back at him.
    He reached around me and took a huge wad of my hair in his hand and dragged me over to the car and slammed my head down on the trunk. I felt like my head was going to split open from the sheer pain of it and I lost my breath. I gasped.
    I didn’t know what else to do; I was in a compromising position. He was at my back forcing me down, and I was no help to myself.
    So I started to scream.
    “Help!”
    “Help!”
    “Someone please help me!”
    He lifted my head, and stood me up with my back against the trunk, facing me. “You can stop pleading for someone to help you, if you say it again so help me God…“
    Tears were running down my cheeks at this point. I was a shaking mess and I was scared to death. I didn’t know how I was going to ever get out of this situation. I sent a silent prayer to God that someone would help me. My eyes flicked a bit looking for any signs of help, but I saw none and my stomach sank even further.
    “Jensen, just please… please stop. We can talk okay.” I tried pleading with him, but I saw the “look.” It was a look in his eyes that had me reeling and not in a good way. It was like he was possessed. No doubt it would have been by the devil; I think they were sharing space in the fiery pits of hell. At this point I thought he was the devil.
    “Say you are mine, cunt,” he seethed. I was getting sick of him calling me names. I didn’t know whether I should fight or give in. Even though I was scared out of my wits, I was getting pissed off as well. How I ended up with such an asshole was beyond me.
    “I’m not yours,” I spat back at him.
    “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fuck Justice. Because I know you did, you whore.” What was up with this guy? One minute he was asking me to tell him I was his and then he was calling me a whore, bitch, and cunt. He had some serious issues going on for sure. I had to wonder if this was his first time he had been violent with a woman.
    So I went for broke. I was sick of his