closest garbage can in the office and lost the contents of my stomach. Thankfully, no one was around as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
He was back. I knew he would come back. I couldn’t do this. I felt just like I had when Mark had found me tied up, like I had no control over my life and what happened in it. Boyle was still in control. He always was, and I would never be free of him.
* * *
My cell phone rang just as I was finishing getting ready to go on my date with Juliana. I checked the screen and saw it was her.
“Hey. Couldn’t wait to talk to me, could you?” I chuckled into the phone.
“I c-can’t go on a d-date tonight,” she whispered into the phone.
“Juliana? Are you okay? What’s going on?” I asked, immediately becoming alarmed. I’d talked to her Tuesday afternoon and she’d been fine. Mark hadn’t called me about any problems.
“Nothing. I… just… I-I’m sick.”
“Let me come over then. I’m a doctor, remember?” I chuckled into my phone, hoping that it would put a smile on her face.
“N-no.”
“Juliana.”
“Bye, Robert,” she said, right before I heard the click signaling she’d hung up on me.
Crap! I quickly dialed Mark’s cell phone number.
“Hey, Robert.”
“Has Juliana talked to you at all lately?” I asked, not even bothering to say hello.
“No. The last time I talked to her was on Monday. Why?”
“She just called me to cancel our date and she sounds horrible. I’m going over there now.”
“I’ll head over there too.”
“No. Give me an hour or two with her first before you come. I don’t want to startle her with too many people.”
Mark paused before answering, and I could tell he was thinking it over. Just as I was about to tell him again not to come over, he said, “Fine. I’ll be over there in two hours.”
“Great.” I hung up my phone and grabbed a bag to fill with my stuff. I was not going to be leaving Juliana alone if she wasn’t feeling well.
I also grabbed two other bags I thought I might need tonight. Thank gosh I decided to pack these earlier. Hopefully Juliana won’t freak out when she sees what’s in the first bag . Then I headed to my car to go and help my baby girl.
Chapter Thirteen
I felt so sick. I hadn’t eaten and had hardly slept since that call from Boyle on Tuesday night. I knew I looked awful. I’d gone to work on Wednesday and Thursday, but today, I just couldn’t make myself go. Even though I hadn’t eaten anything in the past couple of days, my body was racked with dry heaves, which made me even more tired than I already was.
Every time I closed my eyes to try and get some sleep, I would see Boyle. That made sleep almost impossible. When I did manage to fall asleep, within an hour I woke up screaming from nightmares.
All of this combined, and I knew I’d lost the precious weight I’d gained since meeting Robert and that the bags under my eyes were back and more pronounced than ever. I was afraid of what Robert and Mark would say if they saw me now.
A knock on my apartment door had me practically jumping out of my skin. I was paralyzed with fear. What would happen if it was Boyle? I didn’t know what to do. Then there was another knock on the door. I took a deep breath, deciding I could at least check the peephole and if it were Boyle, I could call 911 on the spot.
I grabbed the metal bat I’d started carrying around with me and I slowly walked towards my front door. When I reached it, I looked out the peephole and saw Robert standing there.
My whole body relaxed, but then I started to think about what Robert would say when he saw me and I began to panic again.
“Juliana! Open this door, please. It’s me, Robert.”
“Robert… I… ummm… I’m sick!” The lie fell from my lips for the second time that night.
“I know that, baby girl. That’s why I’m here to take care of you.”
I couldn’t let him see me like this. If he did, he would tell Mark, and I
He was back. I knew he would come back. I couldn’t do this. I felt just like I had when Mark had found me tied up, like I had no control over my life and what happened in it. Boyle was still in control. He always was, and I would never be free of him.
* * *
My cell phone rang just as I was finishing getting ready to go on my date with Juliana. I checked the screen and saw it was her.
“Hey. Couldn’t wait to talk to me, could you?” I chuckled into the phone.
“I c-can’t go on a d-date tonight,” she whispered into the phone.
“Juliana? Are you okay? What’s going on?” I asked, immediately becoming alarmed. I’d talked to her Tuesday afternoon and she’d been fine. Mark hadn’t called me about any problems.
“Nothing. I… just… I-I’m sick.”
“Let me come over then. I’m a doctor, remember?” I chuckled into my phone, hoping that it would put a smile on her face.
“N-no.”
“Juliana.”
“Bye, Robert,” she said, right before I heard the click signaling she’d hung up on me.
Crap! I quickly dialed Mark’s cell phone number.
“Hey, Robert.”
“Has Juliana talked to you at all lately?” I asked, not even bothering to say hello.
“No. The last time I talked to her was on Monday. Why?”
“She just called me to cancel our date and she sounds horrible. I’m going over there now.”
“I’ll head over there too.”
“No. Give me an hour or two with her first before you come. I don’t want to startle her with too many people.”
Mark paused before answering, and I could tell he was thinking it over. Just as I was about to tell him again not to come over, he said, “Fine. I’ll be over there in two hours.”
“Great.” I hung up my phone and grabbed a bag to fill with my stuff. I was not going to be leaving Juliana alone if she wasn’t feeling well.
I also grabbed two other bags I thought I might need tonight. Thank gosh I decided to pack these earlier. Hopefully Juliana won’t freak out when she sees what’s in the first bag . Then I headed to my car to go and help my baby girl.
Chapter Thirteen
I felt so sick. I hadn’t eaten and had hardly slept since that call from Boyle on Tuesday night. I knew I looked awful. I’d gone to work on Wednesday and Thursday, but today, I just couldn’t make myself go. Even though I hadn’t eaten anything in the past couple of days, my body was racked with dry heaves, which made me even more tired than I already was.
Every time I closed my eyes to try and get some sleep, I would see Boyle. That made sleep almost impossible. When I did manage to fall asleep, within an hour I woke up screaming from nightmares.
All of this combined, and I knew I’d lost the precious weight I’d gained since meeting Robert and that the bags under my eyes were back and more pronounced than ever. I was afraid of what Robert and Mark would say if they saw me now.
A knock on my apartment door had me practically jumping out of my skin. I was paralyzed with fear. What would happen if it was Boyle? I didn’t know what to do. Then there was another knock on the door. I took a deep breath, deciding I could at least check the peephole and if it were Boyle, I could call 911 on the spot.
I grabbed the metal bat I’d started carrying around with me and I slowly walked towards my front door. When I reached it, I looked out the peephole and saw Robert standing there.
My whole body relaxed, but then I started to think about what Robert would say when he saw me and I began to panic again.
“Juliana! Open this door, please. It’s me, Robert.”
“Robert… I… ummm… I’m sick!” The lie fell from my lips for the second time that night.
“I know that, baby girl. That’s why I’m here to take care of you.”
I couldn’t let him see me like this. If he did, he would tell Mark, and I
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