dropping to the floor as her arms lost their grip. Unsure of what was going on, but knowing she had a problem on her hands, she tensed, ready for almost anything.
“You thought you could get away from me. I found your ass, and I’m going to make you pay for what you did to me.” The words made her blood run cold.
Oh God! It was Joey! She would know that voice anywhere. She had heard it over and over in her nightmares for years. How had he found her? Why was he here?
He spoke again, his voice shaking with what she remembered as anger. “Get in the house. If you make a move and give me a hard time, I won’t kill you quickly. I’ll make it very painful for you, and you really don’t want that, do you?”
Vibrating with both fear and anger, Adele tried to get a grip on her emotions. Joey would have no way of knowing that she was no longer that scared woman he had known five years ago. Caught up in the memories of what she’d experienced with him, she had momentarily reverted back to that person when he had first grabbed her.
She wasn’t going to make any rash moves until he showed his cards. Not sure what type of weapon Joey had on him, she knew the smartest thing she could do was to wait. He had gotten the drop on her, but that had been his only advantage. He should have done whatever he was going to do from the get-go. Because now that she had time to think about the situation, there was no way in hell she was going out like this. Not by his hand.
Groceries forgotten where they lay scattered on the floor, Adele knew she would only have a short window of time before he turned on her. He walked her into the house, his body pressed up against hers. Since she knew where both of his hands were, she realized that if he had a weapon, it was put away. She mumbled behind his hand, trying to get him to release her. Yeah, he must be real sure of himself, because he released her mouth and placed his hand around her throat.
Lips turned up in an evil sneer, his gravelly voice was like nails on a chalkboard as he spoke to her. “You got something to say?”
“What do you want, Joey? I didn’t do anything to you. You did it to yourself when you attacked me in our own home.”
“Yes, it was your fault! If you hadn’t made me so mad at you, I never would have hit you. It was always your fault. You always made me so angry with you. You knew what would happen and you did it anyway. I never wanted to hurt you, but you always made me. And then you got me sent away. How could you?”
This man was crazy and he was losing it fast. Spittle was flying out of his mouth and onto her face as he yelled at her. Body odor wafted off of him, as if he had not bathed in weeks. His hand tightened on her throat as his anger grew. Adele thought back to all the training she had received over the years and knew that it was now or never. He had begun dragging her into the living room, and that just wasn’t going to happen.
It appeared to take place in slow motion, but she knew it was only a few seconds. It didn’t escape her notice that even though her mind was strong, her body remembered what it felt like to be at this man’s mercy and what she needed to do in order for him to stop beating on her. Her hands dropped down in a submissive posture, her body relaxing in his arms as he continued to yell and scream about how it was her fault he had beat on her. One leg moved out, giving her a wider stance that would allow her weight to shift quickly, her hips canting to the side to give her leverage for what she needed to do. Moves she’d practiced repeatedly over the years played through her mind as she recalled her training sessions with the guys.
Suddenly, her arm flung back and smashed into his testicles, stunning him with the intense pain. Her right knee came up to her waist and she slammed her heel down on his foot, making him yell out in pain, spit forming at the corner of his mouth. In his confusion about which pain to deal with first, he
“You thought you could get away from me. I found your ass, and I’m going to make you pay for what you did to me.” The words made her blood run cold.
Oh God! It was Joey! She would know that voice anywhere. She had heard it over and over in her nightmares for years. How had he found her? Why was he here?
He spoke again, his voice shaking with what she remembered as anger. “Get in the house. If you make a move and give me a hard time, I won’t kill you quickly. I’ll make it very painful for you, and you really don’t want that, do you?”
Vibrating with both fear and anger, Adele tried to get a grip on her emotions. Joey would have no way of knowing that she was no longer that scared woman he had known five years ago. Caught up in the memories of what she’d experienced with him, she had momentarily reverted back to that person when he had first grabbed her.
She wasn’t going to make any rash moves until he showed his cards. Not sure what type of weapon Joey had on him, she knew the smartest thing she could do was to wait. He had gotten the drop on her, but that had been his only advantage. He should have done whatever he was going to do from the get-go. Because now that she had time to think about the situation, there was no way in hell she was going out like this. Not by his hand.
Groceries forgotten where they lay scattered on the floor, Adele knew she would only have a short window of time before he turned on her. He walked her into the house, his body pressed up against hers. Since she knew where both of his hands were, she realized that if he had a weapon, it was put away. She mumbled behind his hand, trying to get him to release her. Yeah, he must be real sure of himself, because he released her mouth and placed his hand around her throat.
Lips turned up in an evil sneer, his gravelly voice was like nails on a chalkboard as he spoke to her. “You got something to say?”
“What do you want, Joey? I didn’t do anything to you. You did it to yourself when you attacked me in our own home.”
“Yes, it was your fault! If you hadn’t made me so mad at you, I never would have hit you. It was always your fault. You always made me so angry with you. You knew what would happen and you did it anyway. I never wanted to hurt you, but you always made me. And then you got me sent away. How could you?”
This man was crazy and he was losing it fast. Spittle was flying out of his mouth and onto her face as he yelled at her. Body odor wafted off of him, as if he had not bathed in weeks. His hand tightened on her throat as his anger grew. Adele thought back to all the training she had received over the years and knew that it was now or never. He had begun dragging her into the living room, and that just wasn’t going to happen.
It appeared to take place in slow motion, but she knew it was only a few seconds. It didn’t escape her notice that even though her mind was strong, her body remembered what it felt like to be at this man’s mercy and what she needed to do in order for him to stop beating on her. Her hands dropped down in a submissive posture, her body relaxing in his arms as he continued to yell and scream about how it was her fault he had beat on her. One leg moved out, giving her a wider stance that would allow her weight to shift quickly, her hips canting to the side to give her leverage for what she needed to do. Moves she’d practiced repeatedly over the years played through her mind as she recalled her training sessions with the guys.
Suddenly, her arm flung back and smashed into his testicles, stunning him with the intense pain. Her right knee came up to her waist and she slammed her heel down on his foot, making him yell out in pain, spit forming at the corner of his mouth. In his confusion about which pain to deal with first, he
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