I couldn’t do this. Not now. Not when I needed to be able to take care of my son. A son I had with Alex. One he didn’t even know existed. Am I wrong for not telling him? I know I am. He has the right to know his son, same as Alec has the right to know his daddy.
The thought of writing him and letting him know crossed my mind more than once. I didn’t dare think of calling him out of fear of hearing his voice and crumbling or breaking down begging him. I refuse to be that low. He tossed me away, didn’t want me anymore. Not when I loved him more than anything. I still do. More than anything besides our son.
I can’t help it. Alex was the first and only man to ever touch me.
Shaking my head, I wipe the tears from my eyes while I drive home. I knew Lyrica would be asleep in her room as Alec would be in his when I got there. The two of them would be oblivious to the world; although Lyrica sleeps with her phone right next to her with it on loud so she would hear it when I text to let her know I was on the way home. That’s the only time in her unconscious state she was aware of anything.
I can’t do this. Seeing Alex again was like ripping the delicate band-aid from the wound which was barely covered.
Pulling into the driveway, I put the car in park and turn off the engine as I stare up at the darkened home. While I stared, I did what I’ve done so many times before. Think about the what ifs.
Stop it.
Nothing can come from those thoughts.
My phone ringing nearly causes me to jump out of my skin. Swiping at the tears furiously, I reach into my bag and find the damn thing.
I nearly throw it across the car when I see it show, Unknown Number.
Who the hell is this person?
Why do they keep calling me?
Sighing I hit the ignore button and wonder if maybe I should call Lawson. Tell him about the calls. No, I don’t need to worry him. He’s got more shit to deal with, besides what’s going on with me.
Shaking those thoughts from my head, I grab my keys from the ignition and climb out from behind the wheel. I barely get the door closed when I’m slammed front first against the side of my car.
“You can’t answer the fuckin’ phone,” a man snarls harshly in my ear, his body pressed against mine.
Fear takes hold because I don’t know who this is or what they want. What I do know is he’s standing outside my house. A house that my son lives in.
“Think you’re too good to take my calls. Let me hear your voice. You’re nothing bitch but a body to look at with a sweet voice. Can’t give me what I want, I’ll take it.” Ugh, what is this guy rambling on about?
“Let me go,” I whisper, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.
“I don’t think so. We’re going to go inside where you’ll give me what I want. If not, I’ll sink my blade into that little boy of yours. Then take you and that bitch friend of yours.” Oh no. Please God don’t let this be happening. I need to get away from this lunatic and protect my son from him. Lyrica as well.
Alex is in town; I could find him. He would protect his son. No matter what. I just have to get to Alec first and away from this guy.
“Please, I’ll do what you want just don’t hurt my baby,” I plead.
“Good, then get inside,” he commands, gruffly, his body pulls away from mine as he grips my arm, yanking me away from the car.
My keys clenched in my hand; I keep them that way. Even when the guy opens my house, as if he lived there, with his own key.
Oh. My. God.
This lunatic has a key to my house.
Keep it together Faith. Just a bit longer until you can get Alec out of here safely.
The man pushes me inside and I search the living room for something, anything I can use to hurt him with when he drags me through as he heads for my room.
He knows which room is mine.
God this is freaky, and I can’t comprehend it right now.
As he pushes me into my room, I spot the angel with wings sitting on my dresser. If I move fast enough, I could waylay him with it and hopefully knock him out. It’s worth a shot, right?
The lunatic releases me once the door is closed and I turn to face him for the first time as I back away toward my dresser.
I take him in and realize I know him. He was a regular at the club. Never took the other girls up on a lap dance. They’d said he just sat there and watched the stage. I don’t get why he never did go for one. The girls always talked about how good looking he was. They constantly whined about not getting to touch him. Dark blond hair, slicked back, green eyes and body covered by a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. Slacks covered his lower half. His body wasn’t built but you could tell he was muscular.
I shoot a silent prayer to whoever could be listening as I reach behind me and place my keys on the dresser and wrap my hands around the statue
“You have teased me for too fuckin’ long, Faith. I’m tired of watching you on that fuckin’ stage and not getting to touch you. For you to finally be mine,” he says as
