Page 37 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lucy
My phone buzzes against the wooden end table jolting me from my sleep. I turn it over and my heart stops.
Amy: I can’t do this anymore. I know it’s a sin but I don’t want to be alive anymore.
No. I dial her number, my hands shaking as I bring the phone to my ear. When it connects all I hear are sobs. “Amy? Talk to me. I’m going to help you. I just need you to give me a few days. Please just hang in there.”
She is saying words but none of them are anything I can understand. They are masked by fear and anguish. Until I hear three words that make my blood run cold.
“Marry. Uncle. Simon.”
My heart stops. She is being sentenced to the same fate I ran from. I feel like I’m being transported back in time and hearing myself through the phone. I’m taken back to that night, when I was huddled in the corner of my bedroom. Yanking at the rope so hard I broke my wrists. Running from the only home I ever knew with nowhere to go. Only she isn’t as strong as I was. She will never leave on her own, I need to help her. Someone has to.
“Danny!” I scream for him knowing that he is always within earshot.
“Amy, I’m coming to get you. I’ll text you where to meet me.”
I end the call, standing up and grabbing clothes as my door opens. Danny is standing there gun in hand, looking ready for battle. Good. “I need to leave. I need to go get my sister. She needs my help.” I’m frantic as I gather my things, barely looking at him as I talk.
“Does Jordan know?” he asks, even though he most likely already knows the answer. If I called Jordan right now, all it would do is cause a fight. He would forbid me from going then I would go anyway. So instead of going through all of that I’ll just deal with his irritation when he gets back. The boys aren’t due home from this trip for another two days, I can’t leave her there for that long. I didn’t have anyone around to help me when I needed it, and if it weren’t for the MC, I might have died. I won’t let anything happen to Amy. My family will not claim another victim if I can help it. She won’t last until Jordan can get home.
“No, he doesn’t. Either way I’m going, so you can come or you can stay and get your ass handed to you by him for not coming with me. And before you even think about it, if you try to stop me you won’t be able to walk for days much less do anything else with your pecker.” His eyes grow wide as he watches me. Aside from my brattiness Danny has never seen this side of me. He simply nods at me, but I can tell he hates me right now. Either way, when Jordan gets back, both of us will be on his shit list. I don’t care though, at least my sister will be safe.
Fear and anger are running rampant through my veins. Going back to that place has my nerves going crazy but I can’t stay here and abandon her. I won’t sentence her to be with that monster.
I pull on one of Jordan’s black sweatshirts and follow Danny out to the truck. He hasn’t said a word to me since I threatened to make him infertile. “Listen, I’m sorry, I know I put you in a shitty position. This is something I need to do. I was her a few years ago and I didn’t have anyone around to help me.”
He simply looks over at me and nods. I text Amy letting her know we are about five minutes away and that Danny and I will meet her at the end of the driveway. My entire body is shaking the closer we get to the compound. This place was my own personal hell for so many years. It is a place that still holds so many demons, and I’m willingly returning to it.
“Turn off the headlights, we are close.” My breath is shaky and my teeth gnaw nervously on my lip.
Danny does as I say. The sounds of dirt crunching under tires has never seemed so loud, each crunch sounds like a firework in the quiet night. If anyone catches us, we are screwed.
“It’s that one right there.” I point to my old house. The wooden exterior that used to seem like bars to me. It seems ironic I fought so hard to escape and now I’m willingly returning.
Danny gets out of the car his gun is tucked closely to his side. “Stay behind me.” He whispers each word sounding like a scream in the dead of the night.
I nod, before realizing he can’t see me.
We walk toward the house, each step planned, measured, and silent. I can see Amy. Her silhouette paces back and forth nervously at the end of the driveway. I breathe a sigh of relief. She’s okay. She has no bag just like I told her. We couldn’t risk someone seeing her packing.
Danny scans the area as we approach constantly checking around us, making sure we aren’t surprised at any angle.
Once I reach her, I wrap her in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” I whisper out. “C’mon let’s get you out of here.”
