Wanting More(10)

“Why are you helping me?”

“I was taught to never lay a hand on a female. I don’t know your so called husband, but in my opinion, he’s a real piece of shit. I’d hate myself for not helpin’ you. My sister loves you and I know she would want me to do this.”

And I still want the chance to fuck you some day.





Chapter 4

Amy



How had I let myself get to where I was? Just when I had the slightest bit of hope that things were going to be okay, Rick walked into the house and started tossing me around like I was a ragdoll. Apparently, he had gotten a fine for not resting in between drives. I have no idea how it had become my fault, but he claimed that he was so worried about my cheating ways that he was trying to finish sooner and get home to catch me in the act.

I tried to defend myself, but he was so much bigger than me. Before I knew it, I was crashing down to the floor in terrible pain. He continued to kick me in my side and stomach until walking away and turning on the television like he’d never done anything wrong.

I don’t know how long I laid balled up in that corner, but when I heard him snoring, I grabbed my keys and never looked back. I was sure that I would never be discovered behind that building. I considered going to the salon, but that would be the first place he came looking for me.

The last person I expected to see was that asshole Conner and more so was the fact that he was offering to keep me safe. Since I’d just gotten the shit beat out of me, it wasn’t hard for him to convince me to go with him. I was more upset with Miranda finding out than Conner seeing what Rick had done.

The motel had one bed and it was the last place I’d ever want to be, but made me feel the safest once Conner was sitting there next to me. I couldn’t help but let the tears fall. If I wanted to get away from Rick, I knew I’d have to leave my whole life and career behind me. I had to go somewhere that he couldn’t find me and to do that I needed money, which I didn’t have enough of.

I finally got my sobs down to a few sniffles. “Thank you for this Conner.”

He pulled the ice rag away from my face. “Don’t mention it. Is there anything I can do? I think I have some Tylenol in the truck. Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up while I go get it?” He held his hands up like he was surrendering then crossed his heart with one hand. “I promise that I won’t try anything. All pun aside; this ain’t the place for anything like that. Just try to relax now that you’re safe.”

I watched Conner walk out of the motel room before I got up and walked into the bathroom. Nothing could have prepared me for the way my face looked. Rick didn’t aim low and the proof was apparent. There was no concealing these injuries. I went through Conner’s bag and noticed that he even had toiletries, not that I needed his toothbrush or men’s deodorant.

I jumped when I heard the door opening and peeked around the corner to see Conner. He had two cans of soda and a bottle of medicine. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just making sure it was you.” I moved back in the bathroom and closed the door to change my shirt. I grabbed the first t-shirt that I could find and slipped it over my head. My arms hurt so much, but not more than my sides. I was taken aback by the smell of the shirt. Although it was freshly laundered, it still had a hint of some kind of cologne. I recognized it immediately from being around him before. I picked up the collar and smelled it again, just as Conner walked in front of the door.

“Does it smell bad?” I was so embarrassed.

“No, the cologne is nice.”

He handed me the medication and a soda with a half-smile across his face. “Take these before the pain gets worse.”

“Are you a pro at getting beaten up? Are you some kind of boxer?” I had to know more about him, even if I secretly hated him, I just had to know. Besides, talking about anything was better than discussing me.

He started laughing as he walked away. “Nope, not a boxer.”

“So you got beat up a lot?”

I sat down on the bed beside him, making sure to take my time so it didn’t hurt so much. He slid down on the floor in front of me and placed his hands on my knees, making me very nervous. “Hold still.” His large hand got a hold of the edge of my shirt and lifted it up to reveal my skin. My body began shaking and it wasn’t from being cold. I was afraid to be touched. I closed my eyes, because I knew what he was looking for. When I opened them again, he was looking right at me with an angry look on his face. “Take off your shirt.”

I pushed him away. “Screw you!”

He sat back up and shook his head. “Dammit woman, do you want to stop breathing because you punctured a freakin’ lung? Let me see the damage. I can promise you that I’ve seen my share of naked women and have no interest in having sex with you.”