now.
By God I'll drag you back home again if I have to!"
"Calm down Kurt."
Her mother soothed. "Now honey, we both want you to come home.
We'll work this out, all three of us. But you have to come home."
"I—" a sob
caught in her throat. "I can't."
"Lindsey, Lindsey
sweetheart. Come home baby. I miss you, I miss both you and my
little boy." Kurt begged; he was near to tears himself. "God
Lindsey, you know I'm sorry. You know how much I love you two. I'd
never hurt you on purpose. I'll get help, I swear I will. Please
come home baby." And then he did cry, loud racking sobs that
tore at Lindsey's heart.
"Honey," her
mother said with a sigh. "Please come home. Let's work this
out. Can't you see what this is doing to Kurt? To your family?"
"Lindsey, Lindsey
please!" Kurt sobbed. "I'm going crazy without you two. I
was so worried. I want you both back home, back safe with me."
Lindsey shook inside and
out as tears slid down her cheeks and fell soundlessly to the tile
of the kitchen floor.
"Lindsey?"
She spun at Marcus's voice
and her eyes went wide with guilt. She'd left him once, and now she
would do it again. His hand came up and wiped a tear from her
cheek.
"Lindsey, what's
wrong?"
"You filthy whore! Is
that who I think it is?" Kurt's angry scream made her wince
and she jerked her ear away from the phone.
His voice was loud enough
for Marcus to catch the stream of obscenities that followed. He
took the phone from her hand and pressed it to his ear.
"If
you ever lay a fucking finger on her again I'll rip you open and
leave you to rot, do you understand me?" Marcus's voice was
cold and angry as he spoke the words.
"Don't you fucking
touch my wife you lousy son of a bitch! She's coming back to me and
I'll do whatever the hell I want to with my property!"
"Over my dead body."
Marcus clicked off the phone with a press of a button. His eyes met
Lindsey's and he understood what he saw there. "You're not
going back to him."
"Marcus, I…"
she couldn't find the right words. "He's my husband." It
was all she could come up with.
The phone rang in his hand,
and Lindsey reached to take it from him. He jerked it away from her
and then threw it hard across the room. It shattered as it hit the
wall in the living room and fell silent. The dent it left in the
wall was emphasized in the fading daylight.
"You came to me for
help. I intend to see that you get it." He held out his hand.
"Give me your car keys."
"Marcus, this is
stupid. You know I have to go back, or he'll come for me. He knows
where I am now. I have to go back or else—"
"You're not going
anywhere."
"Marcus—"
"Give me your fucking
car keys Lindsey!"
"No."
Marcus crossed the few
steps to her and shoved his hand down her pocket. She smacked at
him with one hand, but he caught it and jerked it down. Her other
hand closed around his fingers groping in her pocket and tried to
pull them away.
He jerked away from her
when her foot came down hard atop one of his boots and then his
groin. The minute he released her she scrambled away from him, and
for the back door. He caught the door and pushed it shut as she
tried to jerk it open. With one arm he caught her around the waist
and lifted her off her feet. He carried her kicking and screaming
back into the living room where he deposited her on the couch and
used his body to pin her down.
Her screams grew louder and
more frustrated as Marcus put his hand back into her pocket and
withdrew the keys with a satisfied gleam to his eyes.
"Marcuse
Michael Whitman you give those back right this instance!" She
screamed in fury as she continued to struggle under where he had
her pinned. His knee was pressed almost too comfortably between her
legs and she could feel the rapid beating of her own pulse where
his chest grazed hers.
"No." He put her
keys in his pocket and looked down at her with his dark eyes.
"You're not going back to that bastard. Not if I can stop
you."
Lindsey screamed and placed
both hands on his chest and
By God I'll drag you back home again if I have to!"
"Calm down Kurt."
Her mother soothed. "Now honey, we both want you to come home.
We'll work this out, all three of us. But you have to come home."
"I—" a sob
caught in her throat. "I can't."
"Lindsey, Lindsey
sweetheart. Come home baby. I miss you, I miss both you and my
little boy." Kurt begged; he was near to tears himself. "God
Lindsey, you know I'm sorry. You know how much I love you two. I'd
never hurt you on purpose. I'll get help, I swear I will. Please
come home baby." And then he did cry, loud racking sobs that
tore at Lindsey's heart.
"Honey," her
mother said with a sigh. "Please come home. Let's work this
out. Can't you see what this is doing to Kurt? To your family?"
"Lindsey, Lindsey
please!" Kurt sobbed. "I'm going crazy without you two. I
was so worried. I want you both back home, back safe with me."
Lindsey shook inside and
out as tears slid down her cheeks and fell soundlessly to the tile
of the kitchen floor.
"Lindsey?"
She spun at Marcus's voice
and her eyes went wide with guilt. She'd left him once, and now she
would do it again. His hand came up and wiped a tear from her
cheek.
"Lindsey, what's
wrong?"
"You filthy whore! Is
that who I think it is?" Kurt's angry scream made her wince
and she jerked her ear away from the phone.
His voice was loud enough
for Marcus to catch the stream of obscenities that followed. He
took the phone from her hand and pressed it to his ear.
"If
you ever lay a fucking finger on her again I'll rip you open and
leave you to rot, do you understand me?" Marcus's voice was
cold and angry as he spoke the words.
"Don't you fucking
touch my wife you lousy son of a bitch! She's coming back to me and
I'll do whatever the hell I want to with my property!"
"Over my dead body."
Marcus clicked off the phone with a press of a button. His eyes met
Lindsey's and he understood what he saw there. "You're not
going back to him."
"Marcus, I…"
she couldn't find the right words. "He's my husband." It
was all she could come up with.
The phone rang in his hand,
and Lindsey reached to take it from him. He jerked it away from her
and then threw it hard across the room. It shattered as it hit the
wall in the living room and fell silent. The dent it left in the
wall was emphasized in the fading daylight.
"You came to me for
help. I intend to see that you get it." He held out his hand.
"Give me your car keys."
"Marcus, this is
stupid. You know I have to go back, or he'll come for me. He knows
where I am now. I have to go back or else—"
"You're not going
anywhere."
"Marcus—"
"Give me your fucking
car keys Lindsey!"
"No."
Marcus crossed the few
steps to her and shoved his hand down her pocket. She smacked at
him with one hand, but he caught it and jerked it down. Her other
hand closed around his fingers groping in her pocket and tried to
pull them away.
He jerked away from her
when her foot came down hard atop one of his boots and then his
groin. The minute he released her she scrambled away from him, and
for the back door. He caught the door and pushed it shut as she
tried to jerk it open. With one arm he caught her around the waist
and lifted her off her feet. He carried her kicking and screaming
back into the living room where he deposited her on the couch and
used his body to pin her down.
Her screams grew louder and
more frustrated as Marcus put his hand back into her pocket and
withdrew the keys with a satisfied gleam to his eyes.
"Marcuse
Michael Whitman you give those back right this instance!" She
screamed in fury as she continued to struggle under where he had
her pinned. His knee was pressed almost too comfortably between her
legs and she could feel the rapid beating of her own pulse where
his chest grazed hers.
"No." He put her
keys in his pocket and looked down at her with his dark eyes.
"You're not going back to that bastard. Not if I can stop
you."
Lindsey screamed and placed
both hands on his chest and
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