Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Adelaide

My entire body hurt down to my bones. My eyes refused to open fully struggled to focus with what little vision I had, everything was blurry. I flinched as a hand lifted my torso and a glass came to my lips. I then realized how thirsty I was. I drank it down greedily before two pills were pushed between my lips. I immediately spit them out, only to receive a slap across my face that made me see stars in my eyelids.

“Be a good little bitch and submit, Addy, baby. You’re going to take back what you said the other day,” he cooed in my ear with a snarl. This time, his fingers followed the pills, shoving them to the back of my throat and forcing me to swallow. I gagged around his thick digits before he yanked my jaw to the side.

“You’ve denied me for too long, Addy, baby. Whether or not you like it, I see you now. You belong to me. You always have.” The next thing I knew, I blacked out again. I don’t know how many days I spent there drifting in and out of consciousness. Devoid of senses before, I became lucid enough to act like I was actually swallowing the pills before he walked away. I would discreetly slip the pills under the pillow. It took three days of pretending, acting limp as a fish, as he tried to claim my body for his own, in whatever sick and twisted game this was to him.

I endured it all; the rape the harsh unprovoked punishment, until one day he slunk away on a call, his phone in hand. I listened as his voice echoed down the hall until it disappeared. With aching limbs, I forced myself to roll out of bed, staggering to stand on weak and throbbing legs. I sifted through the dresser drawers. I pulled on a sweater I found, as well as a pair of men’s jeans, five sizes too big. I sifted through the custom built closet to find a belt, before I tiptoed out of the room, feet bare. My eyes caught a glimpse of the clothes I was wearing that day in the office, bloodied, and in the trash.

Never again.

I strained my hearing, looking up and down the hall, seeing no one, I fled in the opposite direction that I had last heard his voice coming from. I had come to a curved staircase in front of an entry. He was nowhere in sight, but I found instead, another man who paced down below while talking on the phone. He had a gun at his hip, arguing in hushed tones, before he disappeared into another room. I listened again, his voice fading, before I dashed to the door at full speed. When I found it locked, I fumbled with the latch, but quickly released it to make my exit, closing it gingerly behind me, and fled out the front door. How was I going to get through the blasted fence around the property? My eyes dashed to a tree near the fence with low branches. I thanked whomever was looking over me today for my country up brining. A tree had no chance against the appalachian girl. I sprinted as best I could for it, ignoring the aches in my limbs, and the stabbing pain in my chest, with each breath I took. I forced myself to jump up, only to have pain lash through my chest and middle, nearly causing me to fall. I breathed through it, hefting myself up with trembling hands. I guess being a country girl had its perks; climbing trees had been a favored pastime in my youth. Hanging from the branch on the other side, I dropped down to the ground, my feet and legs protesting as I landed hard on the asphalt. I knew where his house was. I had to get to the other side of the city fast if I wanted to be sure he wasn’t on my tail.

Note to self, dangerous men are not worth it.

Slipping between the other bougie houses on the west side of town, I made my way east. Night fell not long after, and I finally made it to the first subway. I pulled my tangled hair out of my face and descended the concrete steps, catching a brief glimpse of myself as I walked past the shiny aluminum trash can. I looked like a meth head who got beat up for stealing something from someone they shouldn’t have. Keeping to the shadows and dodging cameras, I limped onto the subway, and collapsed on a seat in the corner of the subway car, away from everyone else.

When the subway came to my stop, I looked out the window only to find it overrun with cops and too many men in business suits. Panic overcame me as I watched them board several cars ahead of mine. I fell to the floor cowering. They would find me and drag me back, he owned everyone he wished to possess, I was so stupid. The last few days of abuse and assault played over in my mind, tunneling me further into a panic, as I gasped for air.

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