Fighting Control (Bay State Series Book 3) by Tiffany Hachey Page A
Authors: Tiffany Hachey
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one of us looks like we belong here, granted I'm in running shorts and tank top with a pair of Jordans on my feet. Frank however is still wearing his suit. We make quite a pair but either way, neither of us looks like we belong in a shithole area like this.
Several people stand on their porches watching us, mostly gawking women. Some still in their nightgowns. Some clutching crying, dirty babies to their sides and a shiver runs through me and I thank God that I didn't get dealt this hand in life. The stench that permits the air makes me nauseous and I have to force my feet to keep moving instead of folding my body in half to upend my stomach.
“I have a bad feeling man,” I say as we approach the motel. Only two vehicles sit in the parking lot to the building and I have no idea how many units are occupied. For some reason I think that anyone staying here can't afford a set of wheels. I know it's judgmental of me but I call things as I see them.
“I agree. I don't like this. Let's go in and see if we can get some answers.” I follow Frank in the front door to the office and wait for him to say something. What, I don't know but when enough time passes I realize that he's waiting on me.
Make Believe
Tanya
Waking up I realize two things. One, I have a splitting headache and two, my arms are tied above my head. Immediately a barrage of realization hits me, getting into the cab, Eric holding a gun to the driver's side, Eric pulling the trigger before I blacked out. None of it, not a single part of it was a dream.
I can hear him talking to himself and I keep my eyes shut, pretending to still be passed out as I try to come up with a plan to get out of this situation alive.
“They needed to die. They tricked me. That stupid bitch. Tricking me and taking me away from Tanya. Why did I believe them? This is all their fault. They'll never suspect the fire was me. Now I can have my happily ever after. One way or another I'll make her love me again.”
And it hits me, exactly what I need to do, when I can't pretend to be sleeping anymore.
I feel a sharp slap across my face and I keep my eyes screwed shut.
“Wake the fuck up,” Eric screams at me. I can feel him inches from my face. His spit splatters against the skin of my cheek and I feel him close in and lick a path from my chin to my ear.
What the fuck is wrong with him? Was he crazy like this while I was with him? If he was he hid it well.
Another slap stings me, this time sharper than the first on my now wet skin. “Wake the fuck up. I want you to feel everything I have to give you. I know you still love me. You have to. I'll make you. You'll be mine again if it's the last thing you do.”
My pulse multiplies and I have a sinking feeling that my make believe time is over. He can't possibly believe I'm still sleeping with the acceleration of my racing heart. Not only that but the way my chest is heaving, like I've run a marathon. Was anyone worried when I didn't show up at Ashley's? Will she call around looking for me? Has anyone found the cab driver? My only hope is that Eric was stupid enough to bring me to that shady motel I saw a few blocks before stopping the car. How did he get me here without raising a few eyebrows? Then I remember the rundown houses in the area and my heart sinks. It screamed drugs and if that's the case everyone was probably too high to notice or didn't give a shit as long as we weren't a cop car.
“I know you're awake, sweetheart. Now open those pretty eyes and look at me. I'm gonna make you feel so good. Make you forget all about that pansy ass you were with,” he says with venom in his voice. How can he claim to love me? He is one sick fuck and I hope to hell that someone finds me in time. I have no idea of what he's capable of.
I know one thing’s for sure; my make believe time has definitely not ended. I need to keep him talking. Make him think I want and love him back. I just hope I can pull it off so he doesn't hurt me or worse,
Several people stand on their porches watching us, mostly gawking women. Some still in their nightgowns. Some clutching crying, dirty babies to their sides and a shiver runs through me and I thank God that I didn't get dealt this hand in life. The stench that permits the air makes me nauseous and I have to force my feet to keep moving instead of folding my body in half to upend my stomach.
“I have a bad feeling man,” I say as we approach the motel. Only two vehicles sit in the parking lot to the building and I have no idea how many units are occupied. For some reason I think that anyone staying here can't afford a set of wheels. I know it's judgmental of me but I call things as I see them.
“I agree. I don't like this. Let's go in and see if we can get some answers.” I follow Frank in the front door to the office and wait for him to say something. What, I don't know but when enough time passes I realize that he's waiting on me.
Make Believe
Tanya
Waking up I realize two things. One, I have a splitting headache and two, my arms are tied above my head. Immediately a barrage of realization hits me, getting into the cab, Eric holding a gun to the driver's side, Eric pulling the trigger before I blacked out. None of it, not a single part of it was a dream.
I can hear him talking to himself and I keep my eyes shut, pretending to still be passed out as I try to come up with a plan to get out of this situation alive.
“They needed to die. They tricked me. That stupid bitch. Tricking me and taking me away from Tanya. Why did I believe them? This is all their fault. They'll never suspect the fire was me. Now I can have my happily ever after. One way or another I'll make her love me again.”
And it hits me, exactly what I need to do, when I can't pretend to be sleeping anymore.
I feel a sharp slap across my face and I keep my eyes screwed shut.
“Wake the fuck up,” Eric screams at me. I can feel him inches from my face. His spit splatters against the skin of my cheek and I feel him close in and lick a path from my chin to my ear.
What the fuck is wrong with him? Was he crazy like this while I was with him? If he was he hid it well.
Another slap stings me, this time sharper than the first on my now wet skin. “Wake the fuck up. I want you to feel everything I have to give you. I know you still love me. You have to. I'll make you. You'll be mine again if it's the last thing you do.”
My pulse multiplies and I have a sinking feeling that my make believe time is over. He can't possibly believe I'm still sleeping with the acceleration of my racing heart. Not only that but the way my chest is heaving, like I've run a marathon. Was anyone worried when I didn't show up at Ashley's? Will she call around looking for me? Has anyone found the cab driver? My only hope is that Eric was stupid enough to bring me to that shady motel I saw a few blocks before stopping the car. How did he get me here without raising a few eyebrows? Then I remember the rundown houses in the area and my heart sinks. It screamed drugs and if that's the case everyone was probably too high to notice or didn't give a shit as long as we weren't a cop car.
“I know you're awake, sweetheart. Now open those pretty eyes and look at me. I'm gonna make you feel so good. Make you forget all about that pansy ass you were with,” he says with venom in his voice. How can he claim to love me? He is one sick fuck and I hope to hell that someone finds me in time. I have no idea of what he's capable of.
I know one thing’s for sure; my make believe time has definitely not ended. I need to keep him talking. Make him think I want and love him back. I just hope I can pull it off so he doesn't hurt me or worse,
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