“You little bitch. You’re going to learn your place.”
His hands went around her neck, cutting off her oxygen. She clawed at his hands. Nothing was helping. Reaching out, she scratched his face, and he released her. The attack went on. Dale slapped her around the face, landing blows to her body. Mia fought, wishing Curse was near to help her. No one was going to save her. Grabbing the lightshade on the drawer beside the bed, she slammed it against Dale so hard. With him following behind her, she wouldn’t make it out of the house alive.
Locking herself in the bathroom, she tugged the phone off the wall. The door shook under the impact of his body.
Dialing Ashley’s number took her two attempts. Her hands were shaking so hard, she couldn’t even focus. Tears fell down her face, and she worked fast.
The phone rang, and she jumped as Dale threw his body against the door.
“Come on, Ashley, pick up.”
“Get out here, bitch. I’m going to fuck you and make sure you can’t stand for the rest of your life. I’ll fuck up that pretty face of yours. No one will come near you.” His threats poured out. Fear gripped her with every passing second.
“Who is this?” Ashley asked.
“Ashley, I need your help.”
“Mia, what’s wrong?”
She heard Curse in the background.
“Dale Worthington attacked me. I’m locked in his bathroom. Please, I can’t fight him. He’s a lot stronger than I thought. I’m—” She cried out as the door rattled again.
“Mia?”
“I’m scared. Please.”
“Shit, Curse—”
“Mia, what’s going on?”
His voice filled her with warmth. She sobbed down the line. “Please, come and get me. I’m so scared.” She screamed again as the door was slammed once again.
“Listen to me, look through his shit and find something to use to protect yourself with. I don’t give a fuck what it is. Find something to hurt him.” She got up off the toilet and started to do as Curse asked. “Anything pointy or sharp.”
Opening doors she found bottles of pills, razors, bath soaps. Nothing else and she told him as much.
“Use the toilet brush. It’s dirty, but it will hurt him enough. It’ll give us some time.”
Nodding, she grabbed the brush and held it away from her. The thing was dirty, but she kept a firm hold on it.
“Come quickly, Curse, please.”
“I’ll be there as fast as I can.” The phone went dead.
Panic clawed at her as she watched the door. The time went by, and all the time she tried to count numbers off the top of her head.
He’ll come. He’ll protect you.
“When I get in there, you little slut, no one is going to save you. I’m going to fuck your pussy, take your ass, and squeeze the fucking life out of you.”
She whimpered, holding the phone like a lifeline.
Come on, Curse. Save me where no one else can.
Her face was starting to hurt. Touching the side of her face, she winced at the sudden pain. Everything hurt, and glancing down at her uniform she saw it was torn, exposing her bra and some of her stomach.
“Fucking locks,” he said growling out the words.
Closing her eyes, she started to count the number of times he threw his body against the door. Her hand shook from holding the toilet brush. It was only a matter of time before he finally got into the room. Rubbing her eyes with her free hand, she tried to think logically as a man was intent on raping and hurting her.
You can do this, Mia.
The last man who scared the life out of her was no longer around. She’d taken care of him and would do it again.
He didn’t know you were coming.
She wasn’t strong enough to fight off Dale.
The only person she could count on was Curse.
Chapter Eight
Ashley had many uses in life, and the main one was knowing shit loads about the town she grew up in. She took the lead on the back of Pussy’s bike. Curse followed behind her, losing his shit inside his head at the threat Mia was under. How he kept his cool at her pleading he didn’t know. She sounded so lost, so broken. If she was harmed, he was going to cause so many fucking problems, the guy was going to wish he’d not hired her as a cleaner.
She’s got to be fine.
Mia’s a fighter. He liked that about her, but even an expert fighter in life lost a fight or two.
They stopped at a large house not far from where Jerry lived. Climbing off his bike, he went straight for the front door. He heard Pussy and Ashley following behind him. Not waiting for someone to answer his knock, he grabbed a rock from the garden and smashed it through the window. The door looked like the kind that would hurt if he tried to slam through it. Rich folk were always worried about being robbed and tended to spend extra money on security. He flicked the lock into place, and the moment he entered the house, he heard the screams.