|Posted on April 14, 2014 at 1:05 PM|
Hello and Welcome to my portion of Tuesday Tales-
this week the word prompt is savage and I'm continuing Maverick Creek
In the far corner of the stall, Anora curled up on the scratchy hay trying to make herself smaller. Closing her eyes, she wished she could be invisible. Once Andy got his hands on her, and she was certain he would, he’d kill her this time. A savage beating wasn’t going to be enough for him. Her body shook as her heart beat wildly. Why didn’t she just go with him instead of letting Maverick fight her battle?
His footsteps grew louder and she sat up and pulled herself together. If she had learned anything these last few years, it was never to show weakness or fear. There were plenty of times she couldn’t help it but it was always best to act indifferent.
“Anora? You okay?” The stall gate swung open and he entered the stall, his blue eyes full of questions.
“Yes, of course. Thank you for what you did but I know if I don’t return he’s going to do something I’ll regret. I should have come out when I heard his voice instead of hiding like a coward.”
Maverick offered his hand and pulled her out of the hay. “You’re not a coward. Let’s go back to the house.”
She followed him to the house, her mind whirling. She had to go back, it was either her or her family and they probably already thought her dead. The last time she’d seen her mother was three years ago on TV begging for information about her missing daughter. At the time, it had given her hope of being rescued but now… Andy never allowed her to watch TV again.
She was in the spot she’d been praying for, free from Andy but she wasn’t really free. The chains had been removed but it felt as though they were tighter than ever. Her family was in danger.
“I’ll just call the sheriff.”
She grabbed the back of his denim jacket and tugged on it. “No, please. I can’t have the police involved.”
Maverick turned and stared at her with his piercing blue eyes. “No police? Why because he owns you?”
Her face heated but her stare didn’t waver. “Yes, and other things, things I can’t talk about. It was wrong of me to leave him and now it’s time for me to admit my mistake and go back.”
“Why don’t we go inside and you can call him and explain to him that need a break from him and you’ll be working for me. It’ll give him time to cool off.” He continued to walk into the house and she followed right behind.
“I don’t know his number.”
“His phone number? What’s your home number you can call and leave him a message.” He led her to the living room and sat her down on a light blue velvet chair. The whole room was soft in color and texture with a white couch and two more blue velvet chairs. It didn’t fit him at all.
He handed her the phone and all she could do was stare at it. She’d longed for access to a phone since forever and now she had one in her hands. The need to protect her parents and sister were greater than her need to protect herself. She shrugged. “I don’t know the number. We don’t have a phone in the house. Andy had his own phone, it’s always been that way.”
His eyebrows shot up and she knew he thought her from another planet. She was going to have to come up with better explanations.
“Our phone got turned off. Andy needs his for work.”
He took the phone from her. “Why do I get the feeling there is a whole lot you’re not telling me?”
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