I ran out the door and into the truck where I thought I would be safe, but I was wrong. “What the fuck was that, you dirty little slut!? I can see why you won’t open your fucking thighs to me. What? You needed a doctor to open your tight pussy? Wait until we get to your place.”
Before I could explain what happened, he struck me across the face. Shocked, I tried to get out of the car, but he wouldn’t let me. My only saving grace had been a couple that walked past. The guy pounded on the window, and the girl called the police. I was able to get out of the truck with my purse and into the woman’s arms before Trevor sped off.
“Miss, are you okay? You need a doctor.”
The big man with muscles had said the police were on their way. I had never been so mortified and scared in my whole life.
The police arrived and filed a report, and I was taken to the local ER for treatment.
I called my parents. “Mom, Dad… I was wondering… do you have any room back home for me for a little while?”
“Of course, sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
“I just need to come home. I will fly out tomorrow, first thing in the morning.” I would end up using my savings, but I needed to leave. What if Trevor came to the apartment looking for me? The police had arrested him, but I was sure he would be out on bond within twenty-four hours.
I was taken home and asked if there was anything that they could do for me. I just packed my bag with my things. My rent was paid for the upcoming month, and thankfully it was only month to month. I would look for a job in Chicago. God, I felt terrible leaving Dr. Phelps in a lurch like this, but I couldn’t care about Dr. Reeves; it was his fault this mess started tonight. I was going to miss Max, but I knew it was for the best.
In the morning with my things packed as best I could, I called Dr. Phelps but got his voicemail instead. “Dr. Phelps, this is Alex. Something has come up and I am sorry, but I have to quit. I am on my way back home. Thank you for giving me a chance.”
I took one last look around to see if I'd missed anything, but I really didn’t have a lot here. I didn’t have money to buy new things, so what I didn’t get to pick up within the month would probably be tossed.
When I got to the airport, I received all kinds of stares. I guess it was normal when you looked like you were used as a punching bag. My dad was going to flip and would want to find Trevor. This wouldn’t be good, I wish I could forget it all and start over.
I let my dad know when my flight was to land so he could pick me up. Once I exited the three-and-half-hour flight, I powered up my phone just in case Dr. Phelps called. I had four messages and two texts.
The first text was from Trevor:
Baby, I am sorry please call me.
The second text was from a Texas number I didn’t know:
Damn it, Alexandria, didn’t I tell you to call me? What came up that you had to leave without saying goodbye?
That had to be from Max. Who else called me by my full name besides him?
I lifted my head from my phone and spotted my dad. I had forgotten how bad my face looked, but I could tell from the look on his that it must be awful.
“Who the fuck is going to die, Alex? Who did this to you?” My dad hugged me tightly, and I broke down. I cried until some older woman interrupted us and handed me some tissues.
“Come, sweetheart. Please tell me you have seen a doctor.”
“Yes. The police had me taken to the hospital. I was released the same night.”
We got into my dad’s truck after he loaded my things into the back.
“Baby, please tell me he is in jail.”
“He is, though I don’t know how long it will be until he is released. It was my ex-boyfriend. He was picking me up last night from work, and he saw my boss flirting with me and got really angry. Then he started hitting me. If it wasn’t for two strangers who were passing by, I don’t know what would have happened.”
“I want to knock the fucker out. What the hell was your boss doing flirting with you anyway? I thought you told me both guys were married.”
“They are, and Dr. Phelps seems to really love his wife and family, but Dr. Reeves... Well, I think that’s the reason the other girl quit. I was so anxious to get a job that I ignored the signs he gave me during the interview. I am such an idiot.”
“No, you are not, Alex. Some men aren’t good, and you know that. Now, I don’t want you to worry. We are doing well at home, so you can just recover and decide what you are going to do when you are ready.” I could see the anger my dad was trying to hide when he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened.
“Are you going to have to go down there to testify?”