that doesn't make me a killer.”
I let out a shaky breath and then motioned towards the door. “Austin, I'm leaving now; alone . Don't come after me or you'll give me no choice; I’ll…hurt you.”
He sighed. “Look, I'm sorry that I lost control earlier. It was completely uncalled for and I promise that it won't happen again.”
I snorted. “Lost control? That's putting it mildly.”
He nodded and rubbed his forehead. “I know...it was pretty bad. I don't know what came over me.”
“It doesn't matter, I'm not going anywhere with you,” I said raising the gun. “Now, move out of the way.”
He stared at me for a minute then stepped away from the door. “So, you're just going to leave me in the middle of nowhere without a vehicle or a weapon to protect myself?”
“Check the garage outside, there's probably a tractor and an old shovel.”
He smirked. “Very funny, Wild, but I reckon you're not going to get far without these,” he said, holding up the truck keys.
Damn, I'd forgotten about the keys. “Give them to me,” I demanded.
He chuckled. “I...I don't think so,”
I held out my hand. “Cut the crap Austin, give me the damn keys!”
He sighed then held them out towards me without moving any closer.
As I stepped cautiously forward to take them, my cell phone began to ring; the one in his pocket.
“Aw shucks, what do you know? Let me get that,” he said with a smug smile. He took out the cell phone and from the look on his face, it wasn't my mom.
“Give the phone to me Austin,” I commanded.
He ignored me. “Howdy Bryce! No, asshole, she's fine,” he said then grinned wickedly “She tastes pretty fine too.”
I raised the gun and pointed it at his skull. “Give me the phone, now, or I will pull the trigger.”
Austin stared at me, his eyes cold and calculating. “Sorry,” he said into the phone. “Although I'd love to sit and listen to all of these new nicknames you’ve come up for me, I have much more important things to do.”
He tossed the phone to the ground, a couple feet away from where I was standing. As I scrambled to get to it, he launched himself at me, knocking the gun from my hands and me to the ground.
Before I could recover from the attack, he hit me in the head with something hard and I blacked out.
Chapter Eleven
I woke up sometime later in a musty bedroom with a splitting headache. Surprisingly, I was alone and my hands were free.
I tried to swallow . My throat was so dry and scratchy, it had been hours since I’d had anything to drink or eat.
What I wouldn’t do for even a sip of pickle juice right now , I thought. Well, anything except allowing Austin to grope me.
I sat up and the springs of the mattress groaned under my weight.
Great , I thought, with all this noise , he’ll be in here any minute.
I slowly swung my feet to the ground and stood up. The pain shooting from my ankle was so intense it made me dizzy, but I knew that I had to suck it up and do whatever I could to escape.
Hobbling to the door, I turned the handle and tried pushing it open, but obviously something heavy was blocking it on the other side. Frustrated, I scanned the room to find something I could use against Austin. There really wasn't much of anything though; just the lumpy full-sized bed I'd woken up on, an old black and white television, and a distressed pine dresser with a matching nightstand, which both were empty.
I noticed the window, limped over to it and looked out. It seemed like a hell of a long way down, but I was desperate. I’d just gotten manhandled by a madman and the next time he had his hands on me, it might prove to be much worse.
Hearing sudden shuffling noises on the other side of the door, I hopped quickly back into the bed and closed my eyes, just as the door opened.
“Cassie?” whispered Austin.
I pretended to breathe evenly as he moved closer to the bed. He put something down on the nightstand next to me and then sat down on the
I let out a shaky breath and then motioned towards the door. “Austin, I'm leaving now; alone . Don't come after me or you'll give me no choice; I’ll…hurt you.”
He sighed. “Look, I'm sorry that I lost control earlier. It was completely uncalled for and I promise that it won't happen again.”
I snorted. “Lost control? That's putting it mildly.”
He nodded and rubbed his forehead. “I know...it was pretty bad. I don't know what came over me.”
“It doesn't matter, I'm not going anywhere with you,” I said raising the gun. “Now, move out of the way.”
He stared at me for a minute then stepped away from the door. “So, you're just going to leave me in the middle of nowhere without a vehicle or a weapon to protect myself?”
“Check the garage outside, there's probably a tractor and an old shovel.”
He smirked. “Very funny, Wild, but I reckon you're not going to get far without these,” he said, holding up the truck keys.
Damn, I'd forgotten about the keys. “Give them to me,” I demanded.
He chuckled. “I...I don't think so,”
I held out my hand. “Cut the crap Austin, give me the damn keys!”
He sighed then held them out towards me without moving any closer.
As I stepped cautiously forward to take them, my cell phone began to ring; the one in his pocket.
“Aw shucks, what do you know? Let me get that,” he said with a smug smile. He took out the cell phone and from the look on his face, it wasn't my mom.
“Give the phone to me Austin,” I commanded.
He ignored me. “Howdy Bryce! No, asshole, she's fine,” he said then grinned wickedly “She tastes pretty fine too.”
I raised the gun and pointed it at his skull. “Give me the phone, now, or I will pull the trigger.”
Austin stared at me, his eyes cold and calculating. “Sorry,” he said into the phone. “Although I'd love to sit and listen to all of these new nicknames you’ve come up for me, I have much more important things to do.”
He tossed the phone to the ground, a couple feet away from where I was standing. As I scrambled to get to it, he launched himself at me, knocking the gun from my hands and me to the ground.
Before I could recover from the attack, he hit me in the head with something hard and I blacked out.
Chapter Eleven
I woke up sometime later in a musty bedroom with a splitting headache. Surprisingly, I was alone and my hands were free.
I tried to swallow . My throat was so dry and scratchy, it had been hours since I’d had anything to drink or eat.
What I wouldn’t do for even a sip of pickle juice right now , I thought. Well, anything except allowing Austin to grope me.
I sat up and the springs of the mattress groaned under my weight.
Great , I thought, with all this noise , he’ll be in here any minute.
I slowly swung my feet to the ground and stood up. The pain shooting from my ankle was so intense it made me dizzy, but I knew that I had to suck it up and do whatever I could to escape.
Hobbling to the door, I turned the handle and tried pushing it open, but obviously something heavy was blocking it on the other side. Frustrated, I scanned the room to find something I could use against Austin. There really wasn't much of anything though; just the lumpy full-sized bed I'd woken up on, an old black and white television, and a distressed pine dresser with a matching nightstand, which both were empty.
I noticed the window, limped over to it and looked out. It seemed like a hell of a long way down, but I was desperate. I’d just gotten manhandled by a madman and the next time he had his hands on me, it might prove to be much worse.
Hearing sudden shuffling noises on the other side of the door, I hopped quickly back into the bed and closed my eyes, just as the door opened.
“Cassie?” whispered Austin.
I pretended to breathe evenly as he moved closer to the bed. He put something down on the nightstand next to me and then sat down on the
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