Balling up his fists, he walked faster and stopped right in front of me as my chest rose and fell with each breath I took. “You let him get you pregnant?”
Tears streamed down my face as I turned my head away from him. His cold fingers grabbed my face and forced me to look back at him. The smile that moved over his face made me so sick, bile moved up in my throat as a whimper escaped from my lips.
“I can fix that.”
“No, please don’t. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just please don’t hurt my baby.”
His head tilted as he looked at me. As quickly as he grabbed my face he let me go and took a step back. I could hear Susan let out a relieved sigh when it looked like he was going to turn and leave. I relaxed my body some so when he turned I wasn’t expecting him to punch me in the stomach.
Screaming, I fell to the floor and wrapped my arms around my stomach as I heard Susan call out his name. “Bob! No!”
I lay on the floor and watched him grab Susan by the hair and yank her over to the bed as she kicked and screamed. Pushing her down, he quickly undid his pants as he pushed her dress up and ripped her panties off.
“No please, Bob don’t do this! Don’t do this!”
The pain in my stomach now matched the pain in my head as I cried. I made a vow that if this man did anything to hurt my child I was going to kill him.
Through my tears all I could see was him push Susan’s legs apart as he slammed himself into her body while she screamed out. Closing my eyes, I slammed my hands over my ears to drown out her cries.
Before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in my back followed by an excruciating pain in my head. Bob had kicked my back and then grabbed a handful of hair as he dragged me across the room. Susan was lying on the bed crying as he dropped down and held my chin with his hand.
“Next time it will be you, sweet girl. I’ve been wanting to feel you for a long time now.” His hot breath on my neck caused me to jerk my head from his hand as he laughed.
I couldn’t even feel my body anymore. I was either in too much pain, or too scared to feel anything. Susan turned and looked into my eyes. I could see her fear and it did something to me. It gave me a strange energy and willpower that for one moment I thought I had lost.
Pushing my body away from him, Bob let go of me and grabbed onto Susan’s arm and pulled her off the bed and out the door.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat on the floor just staring out the window. My tears had long since stopped and the only thing I knew to do now was pray that Grayson would find me or I found a way out of there before it was too late.
The door opened and I flew out of the bed. It had been freezing in the cabin and I had used the pillowcases to put over my feet in an attempt to keep them warm. Susan walked in and set a tray of food on the bed.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She looked stunned at my question as she said, “How could you even care how I am? I helped that monster bring you here.”
I knew Susan had been filled with guilt, especially because she knew about the baby. I needed to think of how to use that to my advantage. Time was quickly running out. There was no way of knowing how long it would be before he came after me.
“He makes the girls watch.”
Swallowing hard, I asked, “What did you say?”
Chewing on her lip, she said, “He makes them watch a few times as he fucks me. Then, once he gets tired of them crying, he fucks them over and over again until they pretty much pass out. Then he brings them back to Durango.”
Oh. My. God. Does she not see what is wrong with this? How could she help this man?
“He kills them after he rapes them?”
Susan’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh no! He told me he let’s them go.”
Dear God, this woman is delusional. “How . . . how many have there been, Susan?”
“Four, not including you.”
My hand went to my mouth to keep myself from throwing up. There had been four rape/murders in Durango that Grayson and his partner had investigated.
My stomach was feeling sick and my body ached from where Bob had kicked and punched me. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked her.
She shrugged and said, “I like you. When you came and talked at my daughter’s school I felt like I had connected to you. So when I had told Bob about you and he said he knew you, I knew it was all my fault.”