Chapter 30

Dionne’s POV:

I’ve been stuck in this room for a little less than 24 hours. People have been bringing me food and water to keep me alive, but I’ve been isolated for a while. Isolation has been my biggest fear for a long time, especially now that I’m being forced into it in an unknown place. As I sit in the corner of an empty room only lit by a fireplace, crying softly, I hear the door open. A man built like the one I saw yesterday walks in and I look up, tears streaming down my face.

“Cheer up, doll. We’ll have fun.” He says.

“I’m not your doll.” I retort.

“She’s fiery. I love you even more.” He says, chuckling. “So how is Xavier? He doing okay? I haven’t seen him since … well, back then. Best friends, we were.” He says, pulling up a chair in front of me, smoking his cigarette and puffing the smoke into my face.

I fan my face, coughing and trying not to inhale any of the smoke, and he laughs.

“Oh. I forgot about the little one. How far along are you?” For someone who ran me off t