Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
He just wickedly chuckled at me. “No, I gave you a little swat upside the head too.”
That would explain the headache.
“Where are you taking me?”
“I’m taking you where we should have gone the first time. I was so nervous that night when I saw you at the party. I had just cut my hair off and got contacts in an effort to be more like the guys you dated. When I went to talk to you…you fucking walked right past me like I wasn’t even there!” he yelled, slamming his fist into the steering wheel.
I leaned as far away from him as I could, fresh tears falling from my eyes.
“So I waited after the party for you. It suddenly hit me that you’d never choose me. We were from two different worlds. You came from money and pranced around in your fancy-ass shoes. I came from a trailer park on an academic scholarship and had a dad that liked to beat the shit out of me for fun. There came a moment when I realized that, if I really wanted something, I needed to just take it. I was tired of waiting to be given the opportunity. Once I had you in my car, I had great plans of taking you home and making love to you. Eventually you’d come to realize how much we were meant to be together. But you FUCKING RUINED IT!” he screamed at me, reaching over to grab my hair.
When he pulled me to him, I yelped in pain and he chastely kissed me on my cheek. I was horrified at how long he kept his eyes off the road. After what seemed like eternity, he let go and continued paying attention to where he was going. Then he started to speak again.
“Once I realized you’d left me in the car to die, I had to rethink my strategy. It didn’t take long to find you. I watched you for weeks, learning that you had a thing for online shoes. It occurred to me that I could deliver those to you and maybe develop a more natural relationship with you. When I applied online for the delivery company, they denied me because of the DUI that night of the accident. I had to come up with other means and got fake identification so I could get the job.
“Getting to see you each week was what I looked forward to. We finally were developing a relationship without the distraction of school or bitchy friends. It seemed you were finally into me and I asked you out for the second time. You fucking denied me AGAIN!” he yelled, getting pissed at the memory.
“That stupid asshole had gotten ahold of you, and suddenly, you were in love. Our special date that you agreed to go on with me was RUINED when I found you kissing him in the hallway of the restaurant. That was a bitch move, Lia. After that, I realized you were never going to pick me, no matter what I looked like. You can imagine my horror when I followed you into the woods with that dickhead. You had one date with him and were whoring around in the woods.
“After many attempts to reach out to you, I thought we’d finally made progress at the Halloween party. You were enjoying my caresses that night. Remember, Lia, how you moaned when I touched your pussy? It was because secretly, deep down, you love me too. When we were about to make love, that jealous fucker had to come in and tear me off of you.”
I started crying as I listened to his warped version of things.
“But it’s all over now, Lia. We can finally be together. I’m taking you to my special place and we can finally make love. It will be our home where I will take care of you. I love you, Lia.” His smile was sickening.
Suddenly, I felt ill. “Sa—uh, Vick—please stop the car. I think I might throw up.”
“Honey, are you okay?” The sympathy in his voice was confusing.
Absolute psychopath. “No, I’m not. Can you please pull over for a minute?” I begged, feeling really nauseated.
He momentarily debated internally but ultimately decided to pull over on the dark highway. Then he got out and came around to my side of the car, opening the door for me. I leaned out of the car and started dry-heaving. When he pulled my hair back, I actually did vomit. Once I had emptied the contents of my stomach, he closed the car door and got back in on his side.
We drove for another fifteen minutes in silence before he turned down a dark street, eventually stopping at a run-down farm house. My heart started to beat wildly against my chest. After opening my car door, he jerked me out and heaved me over his shoulder. I was helpless to escape his grasp since I was completely bound by the tape. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing once I realized that he was taking me to the dilapidated barn.