Page 131 of Deliverance

A laugh escapes me, catching the attention of several judgy people walking by me. Like I give a fuck.

Me: I miss you.

Maggie: There’s my good girl. Was that so hard?

I flush at her calling me a good girl. Everything Maggie does is hot, but the way she dirty talks? The whole mommy kink thing? I’m surprised my panties don’t slip right off every time she opens her mouth. Well, technically, they do. Maggie and I are rarely in a room alone together where either of our panties stay on for longer than two minutes. We love each other, though. We’re insanely attracted to each other, and she wants to build a life with me and…I really want to build one with her.

For the first time in so fucking long, I’m happy. I can picture a future for myself. I wasn’t always able to say that. I’m honestly looking forward to my session with Ariel this week, because I think she’s going to be really proud of me. I’m kinda proud of me.

Looking up from my phone to make sure I don’t step into oncoming traffic, my eyes swing up before returning to my phone before I pause. My eyes slowly drift up again, and when they do, my heart plummets.

Fuck.

My father is standing there, leaning against his town car, suit crisp without a wrinkle in sight. His gaze is hardened, stiff, and it has my fight-or -light instincts kicking in immediately.

“Get in the car, Bridgette.”

My body is shaking uncontrollably as I shake my head. He lifts an eyebrow, like he doesn’t have time for this, before I bolt. I don’t pick a direction, just one that is away from him. I make it several feet before strong arms wrap around me, hauling me into a hard chest and lifting me off my feet.

I scream and kick, but it’s no use. My father leaves the back door open as his driver tosses me inside like a bag of flour before rounding the car. I try for the handle of the other door when I find that it’s child locked.

My father lets out a malicious laugh as he slips inside, shutting his door just before we take off.

“Do you honestly think I’d let you get away?”

Panic fills me as I sit on the floor, doing my best to keep as much distance between us as possible. My phone is still clutched in my hand, and without looking, I begin typing out a message to Maggie.

Unfortunately, he sees everything. He tries to grab the phone, and I fight him, yanking on it like a game of tug and war, before he leans forward, biting down on my wrist. A scream erupts from me as I let go of the phone before he sets it on the floor and stomps on it, crushing it to bits. My hopes of getting out of this car are smashed to pieces alongside it. A coldness settles in my veins as I look up at my father. He’s frowning at me, his pale, chapped lips pursed as he shakes his head.

“You and I have a problem.”

Chapter Forty Six

Maggie

I wait for Bridgette’s response, which takes a little longer than the others. When it finally comes through, I’m not ashamed to admit I grab it a little eagerly. We’re finally together, she is mine and I’m hers but yet I’m still fucking giddy. Like a schoolyard crush, just seeing her name on my phone gives me butterflies.

Bridgette: help isfnpdsvzosbvpxm

I frown at that as I respond.

Me: What?

She doesn’t respond and after thirty seconds, I send another.

Me: Pocket text? Please tell me it is. You’re scaring me.

I stand there staring at my phone, willing it to ping with a new text, but it doesn’t. Panic begins to fill me as I overhear some guys talking.

“Do you think we should tell someone? She clearly didn’t want to go with him. She was screaming mad loud, bro,” one of the guys says.

“Fuck that dude. Family shit means stay out of it. If her dad wants to drag her screaming and yelling, he has the right.”

“Who are you talking about?” I butt in, stopping them in their tracks.

They look at me hesitantly, like they are put off that I was listening to their conversation. Free country, bro. Communal space. Get over it.

“Bridgette Brenton. Her dad just picked her up. She was fighting his driver pretty hard.”

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