The gig is up, I know and he knows how I feel about him, fuck if I’ll admit it out loud though, annoying asshole.
Those two days when I’d run away from him after his fuck as punishment stunt, I’d missed him so much it was almost like a physical pain, that’s when I knew. He’d fucking hooked me, and not just with sex. It had taken me a while to realize that he was taking care of me, in the beginning I thought he’d been handling me, but he wasn’t, he took care of me. It was so weird. Maybe because no one else had ever done that for me before, well except Michael, he had tried when I was younger.
He didn’t trust my truck, so he brought me to and from school and anywhere else I wanted to go these days. He bought my clothes for me, and I’d noticed that all the things Paula had fulfilled were slowly but surely being filled by him. Michael didn’t make much money at his job I knew, well not the kind of money to keep me in designer wear and I have to admit to having a weakness for the finer things that’s why I’m still milking Paula for extras, but with Joshua it wasn’t necessary, it’s like he knew whenever I needed something, if I didn’t know better I would swear the boy had my room bugged or some shit, then again I wouldn’t put anything past him.
He was always looking out for me, his new kick was my school work, for some reason it had become very important to him that I kept my grades up, not that that was a problem, though I am nowhere near his caliber, I can hold my own.
Michael thought Joshua was the shit, he didn’t even mind us being alone together at the house, and he had to know that when I had a sleep over with Vanessa that I was really with Joshua but he never made a deal out of it. The two of them even had long drawn out discussions about sports and Joshua helped Michael set up his computer software. Weird.
I had no intentions on spending thanksgiving with Paula, she probably just needed to impress someone and that’s why she invited me, as if, the only time I did anything for her was if there was something in it for me, mercenary I know, but that’s what she fostered.
I already know my dad had to work, he’d told me guiltily only the day before, I’d been prepared to spend it alone, it wouldn’t be the first time. I should’ve known there’s no way Dom boy would let that happen. Still, couldn’t have him having his own way all the time, where was the fun in that?
“Maybe I’m thinking of jetting off to Greece for a few days, I did make some nice friends there last time.”
Oh shit, he’s pulling over on a long stretch of deserted road surrounded by woods, why the fuck can’t I keep my mouth shut, I wonder what it would be, my ass or my pussy, it was too much to hope he’d forgotten those pictures of me and my little Greek friend. Fuck.
He came around to my side and pulled the door open. Oh shit he’s pissed. Can I make a run for it?
“Out.”
Chapter 20
Carrie
“Get outta the fucking car Carissa.”
“It was a joke Joshua what’s your fucking problem?”
“I’m not fucking smiling, out.”
I folded my arms and looked straight ahead. Bad move.
The next thing I know his hand was around my neck and he was pulling me from the car. I think it was the first time I was ever really afraid of him. What had I done?
He pushed me ahead of him with his hand around my neck as we went farther into the trees; my heart was beating so fast. Every horror story I’d ever heard about young girls being found dead flitted through my head.
I was so out of it I never thought to fight back, it’s like I was in a parallel world or something.
He pushed me against a tree and held me there, pinned with a hand around my neck, his head hanging down as if trying to collect himself.
I tried to talk but the flexing of his fingers cut that off.
“Do not speak, that’s what got you in trouble in the first place. Didn’t you learn anything about me in the last few months, huh? Do you really think you could throw that dick in my face without retribution?”
He squeezed tighter making me finally put my hands around his wrist to get him off me.
He was looking right into my eyes, no emotion on his face, his eyes a dead stare. Without another word, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his pants loops.