So much for a good Samaritan.
Johnny took the key from the man before turning to grip her arm. He jerked her into motion and she followed reluctantly. His grip on her arm tightened until it was too tight. She grimaced as he tugged her towards the door. Phoebe sighed; she would likely have bruises on her arm when he finally let her go. Johnny led her outside and she focused on coming up with possible escape scenarios. Maybe she could use the move Sin had taught her to twist his arm behind his back and steal the keys from him. Phoebe quickly discarded that idea because she wasn’t sure she could take him down hard enough to get away. He’d locked the car so it would likely take too long to get it open and he’d catch her.
Johnny led her past the parked car and she again considered the plan to steal the keys only she waited too long and they were too far past the vehicle for it to work. She’d just have to think of something else. Johnny shoved the key into the lock on the room and pushed the door open. The smell that exited the room was stale and a bit musky like laundry left in a basket for too long. Phoebe wondered how long it had been since the room had been cleaned with a little shiver of distaste. Johnny shoved her into the room ahead of him before entering.
Phoebe turned to look at him with a bright smile on her face while trying not to panic. Being in such a small space with him really scared her, despite her newfound courage. Johnny looked at the bed and moved to sit on the edge.
“Come sit,” he said, his eyes bloodshot and a little wild looking.
Phoebe stared at the bed trying not to vomit at the idea of sitting on the faded floral bedspread. It was bad enough she was going to have to sit next to Johnny—did she really have to do it on that bed? Gods she really hoped it didn’t have bedbugs or lice. Her stomach turned as she stepped closer to the bed, her heart in her throat. She steeled herself to deal with the disgusting task at hand.
“Sure,” Phoebe replied.
She walked over to stand in front of him, but she just couldn’t bring herself to sit on the bed. Not with the nasty thoughts of fluids and other disgusting things that might be on the musky linens. Phoebe didn’t want to make Johnny mad, so she put her hands on his shoulders beginning to massage them.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she forced out.
Her mind was already trying to come up with ideas that would work. She had to keep him distracted while she figured out what to do. Her mind was racing as she cast her eyes around looking for a weapon to use against him. Her eyes landed on the phone that say on the beside table.
“I don’t want to hear your lies. In a minute I’m going to get those chains so I can get some sleep. You never listen and I wouldn’t put it past you to try and get away again. I know how stupid you can be. I won’t let you fucking trick me. No more games. You’re going to do whatever I say when I say it from now on.” Johnny snapped his hands covering both her wrists.
“Johnny, darling, I told you that I was going to come back to you, but that biker told me if I did he would kill you. I just couldn’t chance that.” She smiled sweetly at him.
Johnny grunted unhappily before lying back on the bed his head resting on the pillows. Phoebe almost gagged thinking about the possible bugs or other things he was lying in. She hated hotels they were always gross. The baby kicked and she wanted to rest her hand on her stomach to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, but she didn’t want to draw Johnny’s attention the baby bump.
Reaching up she unbuttoned her blouse a little revealing just her breast seeing Johnny’s eyes move to them. He’d always liked sex after he came down from a high. Phoebe wanted to run when his hands rose up to cup her breasts. It took everything she had not to flinch away from his touch. She felt dirty and she prayed that Peanut wouldn’t hate her for using sex to distract Johnny. She leaned forward and kissed him. It was gross.
His thick tongue stabbed into her mouth like he was trying to kill her. It tasted sour like day old milk and she couldn’t take it. She pulled away on the pretense that she wanted him to kiss her breasts. She jerked her bra open. When she was sure his eyes were closed, she reached towards the phone on the bedside table. It looked sturdy enough to do some damage. His mouth started kissing down her chest as she brought the phone up slowly raising it above his head as he continued to kiss her. She counted to three before closing her eyes and jerking back while simultaneously brining the phone down as hard as she could on his head.
“You fucking bitch!” Johnny snarled, looking shocked as he blinked once, then twice before falling back on the bed.
Phoebe stood beside the bed with the phone still in her hand trying to make sure he wasn’t going to get up. She held her breath and waited two heavy heart beats, but he stayed motionless. Deciding that
