Chapter Forty-Two

VANESSA'S POV 💋

"Ah-ah, don't think you could get away" Tyler wrapped his hand around my throat.

I gripped the piece of glass tightly as he pressed his palm against my face.

My movements were quick as I rammed the sharp object in his hand making him scream in agony, I then kicked him in his baby maker.

He bent over groaning in pain, I saw the knife in his back pocket and quickly took hold of it.

"You talk to much" I spat kicking him once again, I turned around about to sprint out of the wooden shed when Tyler gripped my ankle.

I kicked him in the face and he let my ankle go free, feeling the immediate pain after in my stomach I ran out of the shed.

I saw Patrice walking towards me with Bentley, running to the side I turned my body so she couldn't see me.

"Hurry and pee, you dog" Patrice hissed at the young boy. I could see he was looking for a place to let it go, luckily he came right over where I was.

He was about to pull out his wee-wee and do his business until he saw me. Bentley