The car ride back was weird, I felt like I couldn’t relax or focus. If anything, I would have parked, but I knew that this was how I was going to be for the rest of the day so I continued driving.I had placed the burner phone on the seat next to me and my eyes were glued to the road. My body felt like cement, my eyes were burning with tears that were dying to be released.I came at a red light and pressed the brake, slowing down until I came to a stop. Then I breathed out a sigh, still trying to decide what I was going to do.I blinked and a few tears slid down my face, I wiped them away as fast as they fell. I sniffled and squeezed the steering wheel as a way to ground myself.My mom…in all of this, she was mostly the only person I was worried about. I didn’t care much about myself as I cared about her safety. I didn’t want her in danger because I wanted love. That would be…that would be selfish of me. So was I really willing to cut him off? Was I really willing to cut Chase off? T
The burner phone felt cold to the touch as I held it in my hands. It looked brand new and it was from a brand that I didn’t know.I pressed one of the buttons and the small screen came to life. Then I navigated to the contact list and just like the writing on the wall had said, there was only a single saved contact. It was saved as three dots. I pressed the button and called the number, my breath hitching when someone answered. I waited for the person to speak, but no one did.“Hello?” My voice was shaky. “Jules Beaumont,” the person spoke, chuckling deeply. It was a man. His voice was far from familiar, and his tone was rich. It sounded like every other man’s voice. There was nothing unique about it. “Finally, I get to talk to you.” “Who are you?” I mustered the courage to ask. “I’m the one who’s going to save you before it’s too late.”I furrowed my brows in confusion and walked closer to the wall, leaning on it before replying, “I don’t…I don’t understand. I don’t need saving.
I knew that I needed to eat, so I peeled my eyes away from the phone and grabbed my spoon, continuing to eat the cereal. When I was done, I took the bowl to the sink and washed it. After doing that, I wiped my hands dry and headed back to the kitchen island, grabbing my phone.I played the conversation with the mysterious man in my head for a few seconds, and then I sighed. As much as I wanted to start saving so I could be more independent and stop relying on Chase, I also knew that I needed to be careful.I had a feeling that accepting that man’s offer to me to clean his house would be almost the same as going to work for Lucia again. I walked over to the living room and sat down on the couch. I did need to work still so I unlocked my phone and went through my contact list, selecting the contacts of people I used to clean for, sending them messages of me asking if they needed my services today.Most of them replied in no time, letting me know that they in fact didn’t need cleaning
Two hours. It had been two hours and I was still lying in bed, sleep far away from me. At this point, it felt like torture.I could feel the tiredness in my bones, muscles, and veins. My body was crying for help, begging for the rest, but my brain didn’t care much.I turned on my other side, pulling the duvet a bit higher before looking towards the window. There were satin curtains so I could see the full moon from where I was. I sniffled dryly, Lucia’s voice still echoing in my head. I feared that the woman would not take no for an answer, and the fact that her son was a murderous psychopath didn’t do much to ease that fear. I closed my eyes, begging God to help me to sleep. It was so annoying trying to fall asleep and you just couldn’t. I thought about going to wake Chase and ask him for something to help me sleep, but I didn’t want to do that.He had already told me he had to be somewhere early tomorrow morning, he needed the rest. After a few minutes, I ended up opening my eye
The vomiting had stopped, I was feeling much better, more like a human now. All thanks to God and Chase. I honestly thought I would have died. But maybe I was just overreacting or being dramatic. Regardless, I was glad that it was over now. “Would you like some tea? Or just water?” Chase asked as he sat on the bed next to me. He had been more than a sweetheart. He had helped me shower, change into some fresh clothes, and threatened to get angry at me if I said sorry about his car again.He said that he didn’t mind and that it would be cleaned before the morning. And he also didn’t fail to mention that he had a few other cars as well.“Water will do,” I said, adjusting myself on the bed before pulling the duvet a bit higher over my body. “Warm, please.”He smiled while standing on his feet. “Coming right up.” He winked before walking out of the room, leaving me alone. He had changed out of his business suit and was now shirtless along with his boxers.It was a hot look, but right now
I downed the brown liquid, my throat burning as it went down. I made a face and sighed after I had swallowed it. This was my fifth shot.And believe me when I say I’m a light drinker. I was already drunk, my eyes were dizzy, my vision getting blurry every few minutes, and my mouth was starting to water a bit.And we all know what was next after the mouth watering: puking your guts out.“Come on, one more!” Lisa cheered, handing me another shot. I should have said no, I should have told her that I was already drunk and couldn’t take anymore. But…I didn’t. I think it was because I wanted to impress her, to keep her happy. “No, she’s fine,” Chase said, stepping in. He sat next to me and I laid my head on his lap. It felt good to do that. “Can’t you see she’s clearly wasted?” He asked, annoyance in his tone. At this point, my eyes were closed and I found peace in the darkness. I wanted to speak but I could barely do so. I felt so useless. But at least I was safe, I had my boyfriend he