Possessive Doctor

But the kiss breaks off. He breathes in my smell and I cling to his body for a second longer.

“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you back.”

He helps me up into the truck and gets me settled before he goes into the driver’s seat. I stare at him for a long moment, not sure what to think. He turns the engine on, letting it roar to life, and slowly pulls forward.

Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe he’s not the man that’ll protect me.

But I don’t think I care.

I just want to give myself to him right now. Every inch of myself… all of me. I want to see what he’ll do with it.6BrentEvery time I think about her father kicking her down a staircase, anger rips through my body like claws.

I can’t imagine the kind of man that would kick his own daughter down some steps. He must’ve kicked hard, and she must’ve been up high, because that break was nasty. She’s lucky that’s all that happened. She’s lucky she didn’t smash her head in or break her back.

Fucking hell, yeah, she’s real fucking lucky.

I clench my jaw. We’ve been texting constantly since that afternoon. It’s been a couple days and she says she’s staying away from her father, which is easy since he works all the time, but she’s worried.Amber: I don’t know what to do. This can’t be long-term.

Me: Is there anywhere you can go? Anyone you know?

Amber: I have friends, but… no, not really. I mean, none of them live in Texas anymore.

Me: Family?

Amber: No, not really.

Me: Lucky.

Amber: You don’t get along with your family, either?

Me: Let’s just say, my family is a little bit… odd.

Amber: I’d like to meet them.

Me: No, you wouldn’t. But we’ll get there if we get there. For now, we need to figure out what you can do.It’s driving me insane. I can’t handle this strange in-between space. I want a plan but nothing’s coming to me.

The only solution I can come up with is calling the police. But she says we can’t do that. Part of me wants to make her come stay at my place, but I’m not sure she’ll go along with that, either. I think she’s afraid that if she leaves her father’s place, he’ll hunt her down and do something more drastic.

She’s afraid. I get that. I can’t blame her after what he did to her.

But I still need to solve this problem.

It’s late, after nine. I’m doing extra busywork, getting myself in a good position. For once I want to get ahead of the paperwork.

I finish up another form and lean back in my chair when my phone starts ringing. I jump at it and answer right away when I see Amber’s name.

“Hey,” I say. “You okay?”

“Brent.” Her voice is low, a whisper. “He found the texts.”

“He… what happened?”

“My dad. He found our texts. He’s really mad.”

“Okay. Where are you? Are you safe?”

“I’m locked in my bathroom.” I can hear yelling in the background, someone pounding on a door. “He can’t get in.”

“Can you get out?”

“There’s a window. I can climb, but…”

“You can’t drop out. You’ll hurt your leg.” Shit, shit, shit. I don’t know what to do. My head’s spinning until it just clicks into place. “Give me your address.”

“What are you doing?”

“Give me your address. I’m going to ring your bell. When your dad comes to answer the door, get out of the bathroom. Can you get out the back way?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “He’s really mad.”

“I can distract him. Shit, I’ll break his fucking knees.”

“Don’t,” she says. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Then sneak out the back. I’ll meet you.”

“What then?”

“We’ll figure it out from there. Text me your address. I’m already on my way.”

I hang up the phone. I jump up, grab my keys, and run out to my truck. Her address is waiting there in my phone. I plug into the GPS and turn the engine on. I peel out, diving into traffic, and driving fast.

She‘s on the other side of town, out further into the more rural areas. I press on the gas, driving a little recklessly, but the thought of her trapped in a bathroom while her psycho father pounds on a door like Jack from The Shining makes my skin crawl.

That fucker. That motherfucker. He breaks her leg and thinks he owns her.

I drive faster, faster. I’m grinding my teeth in rage. I reach her place in about ten minutes. I hit her long, bumpy driveway before parking out front, a cloud of dust hanging around my truck.

I jump out and walk to her door. I’m not thinking. The place is huge, like a fucking mansion made to look like a ranch. It’s a typical rich fucking Texan kind of place, no class and all flash.

I pound on the door then ring the bell three times. I hear shouting inside. I pound on it some more, ring the bell some more. I’m moving from foot to foot, getting impatient, when the door flies open.