Chapter 67
SIXTY-SEVEN
SAVANNAH
Once my father leaves, I get up and pace the room, unable to keep still. This is all so fucked.
So, so fucked.
My father’s going to sell me to one of his friends. Like, for real. It’s not just a threat this time. This time, it’s real, and it’s happening.
And Harley. Fuck, Harley will lose his mind. When I get to my father’s friends, there will be no finding me. It doesn’t matter how much work Harley puts into getting me back, or how connected Logan is, I’ll be lost to them forever.
I’ll be lost to myself.
I’ve dealt with a lot of shit in my twenty-one years on this earth, but that will be the final straw.
I’d rather take my own life than let someone own me in the way he will.
Maybe it’s something I should have done a long time ago.
At least that way, my father wouldn’t have had any power over me.
Harley would never have been put in danger, and he wouldn’t be left to mourn what we could have become. He wouldn’t be left to mourn me.
I’m strong, I know I am, but I don’t think anyone is strong enough to endure the horrors I know I’ll be subjected to.
Tears run down my face at just the thought of what I’ll have to do, but what other choice do I have, really?
The walls feel like they’re closing in on me, and there’s no way out. My chest is caving in, and my heart shatters at the thought of never seeing Harley again. All hope I had earlier of escaping this place is gone, replaced with a bone-deep dread of what my fate will be.
I’ve always known my life would end because of my father, but meeting Harley and then becoming close with Logan changed something within me. It made me think that maybe there was a way out, that maybe I wouldn’t always be in this situation.
I should have known better.
I should have known this would always be the way. I should have paid more attention to my father’s threats. I should have been better, done as I was told, and not gone off track.
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like I was looking down the end of a barrel like I do now.
I turn to look out of the window, staring down at the city below me. I’ve always liked New York. It feels different here. Busy.
I like how there are millions of people, how you can just get lost in the crowd.
I hear the door open behind me, but I don’t take my eyes off the view. What’s the point?
“Little bitch,” a voice calls, and I inwardly cringe.
I still don’t turn, because what’s the fucking point? The sooner I look at him, the sooner I’ll be dragged out of this room and forced to face my fate.
A hand grabs my hair, and I’m pulled backward before being shoved onto the bed. I land with a thud, a gasp leaving my lips as I feel the air rushing from my lungs.
“What the fuck?”
Morris looms over me, a sadistic look in his eye as he leers at me.
“I hear we’re going to lose you soon,” he coos and makes a tutting sound.
“It’s a shame, really. You’ve always been something pretty to look at, and I’ll miss watching that hot ass of yours tiptoe around, trying not to be seen.
I’ll miss hearing your screams and cries as I punish you. ”
He shrugs and gets even closer to me. “But I guess I can’t really complain about you leaving. Not when I’ve been given the green light to have a little fun before you go.”
Have a little…
“What does that mean?” I rasp, terror filling me as the thoughts crash around in my mind.
He smirks, his dark eyes piercing mine. “Exactly what you think it means.”