Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I close my eyes. What if the man presses assault charges? But the guy did start it and was fighting back pretty bad. Maybe he wouldn’t have a case.
Brock has no control over his anger. None. I saw it with my own eyes, and even though he had touched on it with me, it was a shock to my system to actually witness it.
I can’t be with someone who can hurt someone like that with no regard for human mortality. I stare out the window through tear-filled eyes. I would have thought that after his father’s death he wouldn’t do this shit anymore. He’s twenty-eight, not a young boy dealing with extra testosterone. When is he going to grow up? Things were going so well for us. I thought I was maybe starting to fall in…
Oh, God.
He’s just too different to me.
I pay the driver and begin walking to the front door. My phone rings, the name Brock lighting up the screen.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Where are you?” he barks.
“I left. I’m at my mother’s.”
“What the fuck? Why, Tully?” He growls.
I screw up my face in disgust. “If you don’t know that, you’re a fucking idiot,” I snap and hang up, throwing my phone back into my bag as my blood boils.
The phone rings again immediately. I ignore it and walk into my building, hitting the lift button when I hear a commotion coming from down the hall.
Peachy Sue’s apartment door is open, and I can hear a man screaming.
Shit, it’s probably her pimp. Fuck, I don’t want him to see me. What do I do?
I hit the elevator button quickly, but it doesn’t come. Come on, come on. I look up at the numbers and see its still up on the tenth floor. Shit.
I hear something hit the wall down the hall, whatever it was being smashed to pieces.
“Get the fuck out!” she screams.
Oh my God, I don’t want them to see me. I look to the front doors, and then back down the hall. The fire exit stairs are next to her door, so he would see me if I ran for those. I scurry down the hall, open the janitor’s storage room, and I run in, pulling the door closed behind me. I stand in the darkness with my heart beating hard in my chest as I listen for more noise.
My phone rings again. Oh fuck. Brock, not now. I fumble to turn it to silent, and I concentrate, trying to listen again. Something else smashes and I hear a door open across the hall. Has someone else heard something?
I close my eyes as my heart hammers. I should call the police. What if he’s bashing her up? But if he hears me, he’ll probably hurt me, too. Oh God, why didn’t the bloody elevator come? I think I need to seriously consider moving apartments.
Bang, bang, bang goes my heart. This is why you don’t prostitute. Not only do you have to suck random dicks, you have to be owned by a fucking pimp who beats you up if you don’t go to work.
My eyes widen as a different scenario comes to my mind. What if Brock turns up here in his raging state and he runs into them hurting Sue. He will go fucking crazy, and the pimp probably has a gun on him.
Oh my God.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
What do I do? I put my ear up to the door and listen. It’s all gone quiet. Fuck, do I just go out there how?
My phone vibrates in my bag again. For fuck’s sake, Brock. Go home, you idiot.
Please don’t be out the front of the building? No, he wouldn’t be here yet. He only just called me a moment ago from the bar.
I wait for ten minutes before I open the door and peer out. The corridor is empty and Peachy Sue’s door is now closed.
I swallow the fear in my throat. Okay… just act casual. Act casual. I’m just walking up the hall. I’ve seen nothing.
I walk up the hall, and I honestly feel like I’m about to have a heart attack. I hit the elevator button and, thankfully, the doors open straight away. I jump in quickly and hit the button. I hold my breath until I get to my floor, and then I run out and unlock my front door and dive inside my apartment.
I turn my phone off and storm to the bathroom for a shower.
What a disaster of a night.
Brock
I push the security button on Tully’s front door. It’s 3:00 p.m. and she is not taking my calls.
I fucked up last night. I fucked up bad.
She left and went to her mother’s when I got into that fight. She didn’t want to see me. I don’t know what came over me to lose my temper in front of her that way, and I hate that she saw me that angry.