"Just because you're an overgrown beast...doesn't mean I'm little."
"No, the fact that you're short and thin makes you little. Now get up before I come get you."
"That's supposed to make me want to get up?"
"Yes, because if I get close to the bed, you're going to get it rough and hard."
I twisted my lips in faux contemplation. "Fine. I coming."
He didn't say anything, but he winked. What a perv. I couldn't wait until later.
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Last night had been a test of my moral character. I should have told her the truth about what I knew, but I couldn’t risk losing her. The truth would send her running as fast and as far as she could go. I loved her so much. Going into the office made me nervous. I felt like anything could happen, but I needed to get my act together. Elena left because she thought I was being a patronizing dick. I couldn’t let her know that I was a dick and was freaking out.
Most of the day flew by because I’d been gone for so long. I had a lot of work to catch up on. Like before I met her, I dove right into the pile of important shit I had to do and sign. There was something on my desk that caught my attention. It was called the Collins Fund. It came out in installments of a million dollars a month for two years. It was a trust that was promised by my father before he died. I knew Collins was a common name, but something about it seemed off to me. I wanted more information about it. By the end of the day, I wished I’d have left it alone. It was one more thing on my list of guilt that was growing daily. If she ever found out, I would never see her again. I had to keep everything a secret.
Chapter 6
We spent the next two weeks blissfully happy. Learning my lesson that I wasn’t as safe as I presumed but too afraid to tell him about Jeffers, I stayed inside most days while he worked. He would probably break that guy’s neck for even knocking on my door. We met with a specialist who was able to get me into therapy sessions a couple of times a week. The therapist was a woman which pleased him to no end. Dexter would even pick me up when I was finished.
They were starting to help. I felt stronger and more sore at the same time if that were even possible. Even though I was beginning to see a bit of progress, some of the damage were permanent. There were parts of my calf and thigh that couldn’t be helped. The foster home just hadn’t had the money to spend on the treatment I needed. They assumed my young age would be my saving grace; unfortunately, it didn’t work.
Before the next therapy session, I had to stop off at the local Walgreens near our condos. After getting what I needed, I ran back to my home which I hadn’t been to since last week after getting more clothes. Dexter wanted me to move out and into his place, but I hesitated to agree. It was only a matter of time before I moved all the way in, but I wanted to wait because he was too good to be true. I had a feeling if the test I bought came up with two pink lines, I would be doing it a lot sooner.
Within twenty-five seconds the results were in; I was going to be a mother. It was a lot to take in. Having Dexter's baby made us official. We hadn't talked about his family for weeks, so I didn't know what he told them about me. Gosh, fear got to me. What if I wasn't a good mother? My parents were terrible caregivers. That bitch left me with a drunk who almost got me killed.
No, I would never be them. Not ever. This baby would be loved like a child should be. I had to get a move on before I was late for my appointment with the physical therapist.
I walked out of the bathroom leaving the test on the sink and headed to my front door. I was almost there when I noticed an envelope had been slipped through the crack. I opened the door to see if I could find the one who left it, but they were long gone.
I hoped that creep didn't just send me dick pics. I’d seen that on the news the other day. People were strange sometimes. Thankfully, I didn’t run into Jeffers again. I still hadn't told Dex about him, and I didn’t want to.
The label said, "For your eyes only."
I pulled the fastener and took out the contents. After reading the papers, I wished it had been dick pics. I dropped the file on the floor; paper scattering everywhere.
How, why?
My world crashed down around me. Everything was a lie.
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When I got to the therapy center, she wasn’t there. I asked about her and the receptionist said she never showed for her appointment and didn’t call to cancel it. I went looking for her everywhere. My place was empty and there was no note or anything. I called her phone like thirty times trying to get a hold of her. Panic crawled up my skin. She was missing.