by Court, C S
Fuck, poor Lottie.“Hunter where’s my bag?” I ask, extracting myself from his arms and turning to begin searching the room.
“Calm down, you’re shaking. I put your bag in the kitchen when I was sorting everything out for Alex and Lily.” There is so much to process, my family is fine, Lottie is not, and Hunter has spent more time and money on the kids and I.
“Thank you.” I throw over my shoulder as I make my way to the kitchen to retrieve my phone from my bag.“For the kid’s room. It looks amazing and I know they will adore it.” I clarify.
A hand comes from nowhere, gripping my wrist and pulling me to a stop.“Slow down, you’re shaking so hard I’m worried your legs are going to cave.”
He’s right, I spot my whole body practically convulsing, the whole stress of the situation taking its’ toll on my body.
My back leans in to his chest, and I sigh as his arms come around my front, holding me to him.“It’s okay, they are all okay.” He whispers in to my hair.
His arms offer the comfort I was needing, and the adrenaline begins to leave my body.
Something is not adding up, now I am calming down, I can see things clearer.“Why were you so angry? I mean, I know Lottie is my friend, but I don’t understand how that would affect you in such a way that it would make you lose your temper and smash things up.”
I know there is something he isn’t telling me, it doesn’t add up. If Lottie is fine as he says, why the anger?
I hear him sigh deeply,“I was worried how you would react, I didn’t know she was fine at the time, and thought it would causeyou too much stress after everything you have been through.” That makes sense I suppose.
I turn in his arms, and notice his eyes shift from anywhere and everywhere to avoid looking at me. I know that look, I have lived with that look for so long being with Dan, that’s the look Dan would give me when he was up to no good and only giving me half-truths, the stuff that wouldn’t push me too far.
“What are you hiding?”
“Nothing,” He kisses my forehead, this rapidly becoming his trademark move when he wants to calm me.“Let’s go and get your phone, then we can see if Harry has an update on Lottie yet.” He takes my hand and begins pulling me to the kitchen.
I’ll let it go for now, but the second I have my phone I am ringing Lottie myself and find out exactly what is going on, I will not be lied to over something as serious as this.
My phone has four missed calls, all from Lottie. I kick myself for not being there when my friend needs me, I must start answering my poxy phone, and keep it with me at all times.
I unlock the device and try to call her phone, but it immediately jumps to her voicemail, telling me to leave a message at the beep.“Fuck sake.” I mutter beneath my breath.
Hunter walks to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, followed by a few slices of pre-cut melon.“Eat some of this.” The food is placed on the breakfast bar with the water, he then turns and collects my pain killers from the cupboard, pops two from the packet and places them alongside the water.
I roll my eyes unconsciously, garnering a scowl from Hunter.“Don’t give me that look. I know you’re hurting, you have a slight limp going on.” He growls out.
Oh, was I? I haven’t had a chance to think since being awoken by him.
It can’t hurt to take them anyway, I know once I come down from my scare I am bound to ache.
I hop on the stool in front of the bar, and pop the pills in my mouth, opening the water and swallowing down a few mouthfuls. I’m still full from lunch earlier, but the melon looks lush, and my mouth waters in anticipation of the juices flowing over my tongue.
I finish off two small slices, closing my eyes and humming in satisfaction as I push the plate away from me.
“Yes?” I ask, noticing Hunter staring at me with his mouth agape.
His throat clears,“Nothing, nothing.” He snaps himself out of whatever had him staring at me like that. I pick up my water and take a small sip, but Hunter’s words have me spewing the liquid across the work surface in shock.“God you even make eating sexy, I wish I had time to throw you over this work surface and fuck you till you were seeing stars.” I cough and splutter for several seconds with one arm wrapped around my injured ribs. I’m getting sick of the bloody things catching me out and hurting when I least expect it.“But we haven’t got time.” His words are followed up by a smirk.
My body reacts instantly to him, a slow burn starting in my core. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, rubbing my thighs together to relieve the tension building between my legs. The bastard keeps doing this to me, he says or does something suggestive, gets me worked up and then pulls back. I could throttle him.
My face drops, and I bite the inside of lip, pissed at him for having this control over my body, and pissed at myself for being unable to do anything about it. My focus should be on Lottie, not Hunter and his manhood.
Hunter’s phone rings from his pocket, both of our attention goes to the device.“Any news?” He looks to me as he says this, nodding to inform me the call is about Lottie. My heart is pounding in my chest, his silence seems to drag on for ages, before he finally speaks again.“That’s fine mate, we will see you when you get back then.”
The call disconnects and his phone gets placed back in to his pocket. I stand from my stool, eager for him to give me some news, any bloody news.
“Lottie is being discharged soon, we can expect her back in the next half an hour, depending on traffic.” Well that was quick. The relief is instantaneous, my whole body sags and plops on the stool behind me. Thank fuck for that.
He comes to stand by my side, placing his arm around my shoulders and kissing my temple.“She has mild whiplash, but other than that she appears fine. The doctor has recommended she stay with someone for the next twenty four hours.“ That makes sense, but I don’t know how it is going to work.
“Maybe if I ring my Mum she could have the kids for another night, I know Alex and Lily will be disappointed, but Lottie is going to need me.” I think the words aloud, not realising until Hunter growls at me.
“No.” He snaps, rather petulantly.
“No?” I repeat, baffled by what he could mean.
“That’s right, no. You’re not going anywhere Connie, you are in no state to be looking after Lottie when you can’t even go to lunch without passing out in exhaustion after.” He has a point, but this isn’t his decision, Lottie is my best friend, and she needs me.
“Tough, I’m sure I’ll be fine. Anyway, Lottie would do the same for me without a moment’s hesitation.” I reply stubbornly. He is not going to get me to back down on this, no way!
“I don’t care, Lottie has Harry to take care of her. I’m not taking any chances with you, and I don’t think Harry will with Lottie either.” He can’t know that, no way did all of that get said in the whole thirty seconds he was on the phone.
I foldmy arms across my chest, and raise one eyebrow,“Well I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you. You can’t possibly know that Harry is staying with Lottie, the call wasn’t long enough.”
He leans in to my face, placing his hands on my thighs.“I know Harry well enough to know that he has it bad for her, and he will not leave her alone. If for some reason he decides not to then she can come and stay here with us.” He‘humphs’ on the end, as if he has just won and got his own way.
“Hunter no. You’re telling me, you are going to help take care of my two children, my best friend and me should I need it? That is just ridiculous, I’ll stay with Lottie tonight, and tomorrow, if she is fine then I will come and stay here for a few days.” Now he looks really pissed, his eyes flare with anger, and his jaw ticks.
“How many times do I have to tell you? You are not going anywhere! Does it look like I have you set up here for a few days?” He pauses, waiting for me to answer, but I stare, acting unaffected by what he says.“No it doesn’t. I want you and the kids here.” The words are said between clenched teeth.
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sp; If Dan were to behave like this, I would cower and do as he says, but I know Hunter would never hurt me, he’s just being a stubborn bastard. And what does he mean he wants me and the kids here? He can’t mean indefinitely, he has made quite a few changes around his apartment for them, but we have only known each other a few short weeks, there is no way I could move myself in this soon, let alone my children who have yet to get to know him properly and see if they click. Mine and Hunter’s needs come last in this, they will always be first.
Surely he can’t mean that anyway.
It’s temporary, I know that, maybe I’m just over reacting again.
“Can we just go and make sure Lottie’s place is ready for her to go back to? We can talk about the rest later.” I say on an eye roll. I seem to be doing that alot lately.
Hunter picks up my bag and his keys, before holding his hand out to help me down from the stool.“We can talk all you want baby, but my answer is still going to remain the same. Now I have you here, you are not going anywhere.”
We’ll see, I think to myself and follow him out.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dan:
I’m feeling really rather proud of myself, I cannot quite believe how easy it was to take that bitch down a peg or two. The cunt saw my face, but fuck it, she has no way to prove it was me.
I slap the steering wheel, not even trying to stop the laughter from surfacing. The car swerves a bit, taking me in to the next lane and causing cars all around me to press their horns.“Fuck off.” I laugh, shouting the words out of my partially open window and correct the car.
I can’t believe my luck, I never envisioned getting to Lottie so fast, she walked straight into my plans just half an hour in to me sitting around waiting for her.
Dean came up trumps with his end of the deal, we have three, boring arse, small white transit vans. All vehicles nobody would bat an eyelid at. I don’t know how he got them, and I don’t particularly care, so long as they are legal…ish, won’t get me pulled over and won’t come back in my name then it is all fine by me.
To think, I was sat at the end of the road leading off of that shitty complex, ready for a long arse wait on my girl’s‘best friend.’ If she was truly Connie’s friend, she would have been supportive of us, and not stuck her oar in at every opportunity that arose. Two face bitch always had a smile for me when I saw her out, trying to make me believe she was there for us as a couple. Just goes to show doesn’t it, she drags my girl out to a bar to meet other men, gets her to lie to me, and then has the fucking cheek to text me and tell me what to do. Bitch had this coming a long time, it makes me wonder what she had my girl doing behind my back for all those years we were together.
The look of horror on Lottie’s face as I drove my car in to the side of hers repeatedly flashes through my mind, offering up an immense amount of pleasure. The timing was perfect, quiet side road, red light just turned and no other cars around, allowing me the perfect opportunity to keep my foot down, drive at speed till I was level with her door and turn sharply to the left, smashing directly in to her, reversing a bit then hitting the accelerator, marginally clipping her door again, mainly hitting the back passenger door instead.
Someone is looking down on me today, everything has gone above and beyond anything I could have ever expected.
Realistically I was prepared to leave the van at the scene of the crash, but the thing is still going, pulling a little bit, and has a nice big dent to the left hand side of the bumper and bonnet, but still moving all the same.
The only thing I am pissed about is not knowing just how much damage I did to Lottie. If I could have got away with more, I would have done it. It was just too risky to take it further than I did, a car could have come along at any second, then I would be fucked. I don’t want to push my luck, if lady luck is shining down on me then I will take whatever I can get without going too far.
Hopefully that fancy car she drives is a write off too, the bitch doesn’t deserve to be driving around in a BMW X5 when I work my arse off and can’t even afford a shitty runner.
I love the fact that she also knows it was me who attacked her vehicle, but cannot prove it, I hope it drives her fucking crazy, sleeping with one eye open and scared to get behind the wheel in case I come for her again. If she comes between Connie and I, then I will have no choice to, but this time I will make sure she stays gone permanently.
Dean is going to be pissed again, but there is fuck all I can do about that now, it wasn’t feasible for me to grab Lottie. It is one thing crashing in to a vehicle and not being seen, another thing entirely to take said driver of the car you partially destroyed, and throw her in to the back of yours. The thought makes me laugh again, I’m sure it would create quite a scene.
The more I think about it, the more I know driving off as I did was the right move to make. Her car door was bent inwards, meaning it wouldn’t have opened and I would have had to go to the passenger side and drag her across. The possibility of being caught out, most likely a certainty at that point.
I’m sure he will get over it, he can hit the pub later tonight and find some bird to have his way with. He can’t make out it’s all about the pussy anyway, the sick fuck loves planning shit like this, I swear he gets off on the idea of causing someone pain alone.
Everything is falling in to place, I have one more person to see to then I can do whatever needs to be done to get Connie back. And once I have her back there will be no fake friends or little rich boys to take her away from me. She will be totally and irrevocably mine!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Connie:
“What is taking so long?” I ask aloud, to an empty room.
Hunter told me half an hour, and that was an hour and fifteen minutes ago. I’m on edge, wanting to see Lottie to see with my own eyes that she is okay. I am so thankful she drives a beast of a car for someone so tiny, even without being told any details on the collision, I know that car probably stopped her from being hurt.
My head is thrown back on the sofa, my eyes are closed and legs spread across the seat. I am bored senseless, the apartment only took twenty to tidy up. Well, you can’t really tidy up a tidy apartment, we sort of fluffed pillows, and moved things an inch or two. Even her room was tidy, which was surprising, all of which made me believe she has a cleaner. I know for a fact Lottie wouldn’t keep the place this spotless, they would be an abandoned wine glass on the side, or a pair of shoes in the doorway. But nope, not one thing was out of place.
Which takes me back to, god I am so bored I could scream.
A hand on my shoulder scares the life out of me and forces a squeal to escape my lips. I snap my eyes open and look in to Hunter’s amused ones. He did that on purpose, the bastard.“You scared the crap out of me. What are you playing at? You Muppet.” I scold him, feeling my heart bounce around in my chest.
“Muppet?” His raised eye brow only serves to piss me off further.
“Yes, Muppet.”
“And what exactly does a Muppet have to do with me?” Does he really not get this?
“It’s what you are for scaring me! You Evil prat!” God, I really am in such a bitchy mood tonight. This boredom has really taken its toll on me.
“Okay, so just to clarify, I am not just a Muppet, I am also an evil prat now too?” The corner of his mouth twitches, and I can see the laughter dancing around in his eyes.“Any other names you wish to call me while I stand here?”
Hmm, I can think of plenty, but I am not going to give him the satisfaction of responding, the sarcasm was ringing clear enough in his last comment.“Humph.” I say instead, and turn my head back to resting on the sofa and close my eyes again.
A yawn breaks free from my mouth, and fatigue takes over again. I am getting so sick and tired of being, well… tired. It hits at the most ridiculous and inopportune times.
The sofa moves beside me, and my legs are lifted and placed on to a lap. I crack one eye open a touch, catching Hunter staring at me with a small smi
le on his lips.“You are so beautiful.” The words are a whisper, so low I’m not sure I was meant to hear them. I don’t react either way, I reclose my eyes and await the sound of my friend’s front door. She better hurry her arse up before I pass out on her sofa.
The knock to the front door comes after what feels like literally ten seconds after shutting my eyes. I know I must have drifted off, I feel groggy and my mind is fogged with sleep, taking me a few moments to remember why I am on the sofa at Lottie’s, leaning in to Hunter in the first place.
The second it all comes back to me, I shoot upright, turning to watch my tiny five foot four best friend walk in on the arm of Harry. Aside from a tiny cut above her eyebrow, she appears normal, walking a little stiff, but otherwise okay.“Oh my god, Lottie. I have been so worried about you.” My mind becomes alert immediately, and my legs carry me to Lottie without even really thinking about it.“What the hell happened?” I watch her look to Harry, seeking his approval to speak. I would, in normal circumstances jump all over her for that, but she is not herself, so I leave it be and wait for her to speak.
“It was Dan.” She tells me, after clearing her throat.
The room spins suddenly, and I stumble back in to Hunter’s arms. I didn’t even know he had got up from the sofa.
“Wait a minute, what do you mean Dan?” If she says what I think she is going to say then this is all my fault. Everything Dan has done, I am in some way to blame for, all leading back to the way I left him.
“I know what you are thinking and don’t, you can’t ever believe you are to blame for his actions. You did the right thing by getting yourself and those kiddies out of there.” Connie’s eye flit briefly to Hunter,“she needs to know, it will do more harm than good keeping this from her.”