Love’s Suicide(87)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Then I turned back to Bobby, knowing I had to get him out of the house. “I’ll go get my things.”

He grabbed my arm as I walked by and I cringed at the idea of him hurting me in front of them. I kept my eyes closed as the tears poured out of them. “You really think I’d let you go get your things without me? Darlin’ you’re not goin’ anywhere, unless I’m with you.”

I jerk my arm away from him. “Fine, come on. I don’t want them seeing me, so let’s hurry.”

I ran up the stairs and heard him following me. When we walked into Brooks’ room, I realized what Bobby must have been thinking. I started putting my things in my bag, refusing to look at him.

I heard the mattress moving and knew he was sitting down on the bed. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him feeling the sheets with the palm of his hand. “So this is where you’ve been f**kin’ him?”

I turned to say something, anything to get him to shut up, and saw the knife being opened up. He traced the blade with his fingers.

At that very moment I feared for what was coming. I honestly thought he was going to stab me to death while my whole family was outside having fun. Flashes of Brooks finding me bleeding out ran through my head.

“Please don’t hurt me, Bobby. Please don’t take me away from B.”

“Like you took her from me?” he snapped.

“Please, it’s not the same.” I felt terrible that he was hurting, but also knew that this could have been avoided. He’d been the one that made me leave. I was willing to try to be friends with him. I would have done the right thing.

“You took everything from me.” He stabbed the bed, going through the sheets and mattress. My body jumped when it made contact and he continuing cutting long marks in it. When he pulled the knife away, a half-assed K was carved into the bed. I covered my face with my hands and trembled as he pointed it right at my face. “Get your shit and let’s go.” He’d obviously seen Brooks’ tattoo. I wondered how long he’d been watching us in the backyard before he’d decided to knock on the door.

I stood up with my bag and started walking, as he followed behind me. I didn’t know if the knife was close, and I wasn’t going to look back to see. All I knew was that I had to get out of the house and get Bobby as far away from Brooks and B as I could.

No matter what this crazy man did to me, I wanted them safe. If it was my last dying wish, I knew I’d get it, because Brooks would kill Bobby before he let him anywhere near our beautiful daughter.

Chapter 50

I wanted to make a scene on the front lawn, so that Brooks or anyone would come to my rescue. He was going to be so mad when he realized what was happening. More than I was afraid of Bobby, I was scared of what Brooks was going to do to him. He’d spent his entire life protecting and loving me. I could hardly imagine him taking Bobby’s new destructed plan to hurt me, lightly. Brooks was going to hurt Bobby and I feared that it would cost him his position in the military.

Bobby shoved me against the truck. I got my footing and looked right at him, not showing him how scared I was. The more I feared him, the more he’d push me. I had to be strong, even when inside I was falling apart.

“Get in.”

“Please don’t do this. I have a protective order against you. Coming here is breaking the law and making me go with you is even worse. Think about what you’re doing. They’ll never let you see her. Please don’t do this.”

He got up against me, pressing his face against my cheek. I heard my luggage get thrown into the cab while he spoke. “You think I give two shits about your protective order? I could care less about a f**kin’ piece of paper. Get in the truck, Katy, or I’ll put you in there.”

I kept watching the door, hoping to see the other half of my heart come running out to save me. Bobby caught me and put his hands around my throat. “There’s nothin’ he can do to stop me, either. This is between you and me.”

“What are you planning?” The tears streamed down my face. “Are you going to kill me, lock me away in a dungeon? You can’t keep me from them unless you plan on killing me.”

I was petrified of him, but more about what he was going to do to me. The only advantage I had was the fact that he’d been drinking and probably not sleeping. His ability to think fast would be off and I had to use it against him.

“This is the last time I’m goin’ to tell you. Get in the truck and shut the hell up.”

The truck seat was filled with the scent of spilled bourbon and as I went to climb in, a bottle fell into the street, shattering on the concrete. Bobby took off as soon as I’d shut the door. Out of the mirror, I watched the house getting smaller and further away from me. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall, imagining something terrible happening to me. I’d never been so scared of Bobby, but he’d hunted me down and pulled me away from happiness. “What are you going to do to me? Are you going to hurt me now? Are you planning on killing me?”

He laughed and took a sip from another bottle of liquor. The stench of him was horrible. He reeked and I had to cover my nose with my hand to keep from getting sick. My body was still wet from being in the pool and I didn’t have any shoes on. If I tried to jump out, he’d just come back and get me again. I didn’t have a phone, or any means of signaling anyone for help.

I kept watching the mirror, thinking I’d see Brooks running out into the middle of the street. We turned the corner and I knew it was too late. Even if he came in to check on me, I was already gone.

Soon he would have to explain to the family about who Bobby was and why my life was probably in danger. “How did you find me? I never told you their address.”

“That was easy. I listened to your messages from that girl Melissa. Once I knew where you were, I looked up the Valentine’s address. There ain’t that many Danica Valentines around, Katy. Did you think you could hide from me? I’ll find you, no matter where you go. There ain’t no way I’m lettin’ my wife shack up with some other man without her bein’ taught a lesson. When I’m done with you, he’ll never want you again.”

I cried harder and leaned my head against the window. Bobby reached over and touched my leg. I pulled away quickly, not wanting his hands on me. “Don’t touch me!”

The back of his hand made contact with my face. “Talk to me like that again and you’ll be sorry.”