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Quickly, I look away. Back up at Atticus. I didn’t even notice my panties are at my knees.
“Please.” I croak. “Don’t do this.”
I can feel him there. Down there.
This is wrong. This is not him, he wouldn’t do this to me. He protects me, he doesn’t…
Atticus leans closer, pushing up against me. He’s perched on his elbow, leaning over me and…
Present
I blink, staring into the same green eyes from my memory. “You…” my voice trembles. “You…you.” I push him off me. Stumbling out of the bed and grabbing my bag as I go.
“Little Bird, where are you going? I didn’t fuck anyone else while I was gone, come back.”
I hear a sound crash behind me, but I don’t turn around. I press on the elevator button until it finally opens. Blurry eyes have me missing the lobby button, my fingers slipping over it. My body trembles as I try and fail to press the button, until finally, finally, I push it.
I take a chance, looking up and finding Atticus had fallen over the coffee table, struggling to get up. But I won't stop. I race out of the building, running straight into Joseph.
He grips my arms, keeping me from tumbling into him. I was in such a hurry to leave, I wasn’t even paying attention.
I have no phone, no money, nothing. I’m on the streets of Seattle, one of America's murder capitals, currently in the arms of a man who sold me like livestock.
“Babe?” He smiles. “Came falling back into my arms, I see.”
I roll my eyes, distancing myself from him. “As if.”
I step back, looking down the busy street. I know how to get to my aunt and uncle's house, but the walk will be brutal. I open my mouth to ask the asshole in front of me to pay for a cab, it’s the least he can do, but a town car pulls up instead.
Atticus’s driver steps out, “Miss. He’s told me to take you wherever you need.”
I sigh a breath of relief. I’d rather take my chances on Atticus’ driver versus Joseph.
“I’ll see you around, babe.” Joseph steps back, hands tucked into his pockets as he gives me a lazy grin.
My stomach twists, foreboding causing chills to crawl up my skin as I slip inside the cab. He said it calmly but I took it for the threat it is.
“Where to, Miss?”
I rattle off my Aunt Martha and Uncle John’s address. I sit back, watching the city pass from glamorous to middle class. The air is a bit stale here, which makes me sick to my stomach. I’m so used to the fresh air of the island I forgot how potent it is here in the city.
My door opens and I step out, adjusting my bag.
The house hasn’t changed a whole lot. Maybe some new paint on the door but the rest is just like I remember when I left and never looked back. My aunt and uncle didn’t deserve that, honestly.
I knock on the door, shifting uncomfortably.
Aunt Martha opens the door, her eyes squinting and then widening, “Oh my gosh, Constance?”
I smile sadly, “Hi, Aunt Martha.”
“John, Constance is here! Come in, darling. Hurry, it’s cold out there.” She leads me in, shutting the door behind me.
Once I’m settled in,I join them both for some warm tea at the table. They both stare, waiting, as if knowing I’d come back someday with questions.
“What brings you by, Constance? We haven't seen you in years and now you appear out of nowhere,” Uncle John says.
I deserve my uncle's cold shoulder. I have completely abandoned them.
