Broken Lyric ((Meltdown book 2)) by RB Hilliard

Author:RB Hilliard [Hilliard, RB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction
Publisher: RB Hilliard
Published: 2017-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

So Much for Plan C

Rowan

We crossed over the New York state line two and a half days after I’d been kidnapped. I knew this was where we were headed, but seeing the welcome sign in person really drilled it home. Conor was taking me back to where I’d started. The place I’d once loved more than anything in this world, but now couldn’t seem to get far enough away from. Only, I was no longer that naïve, stupid girl. My father made sure of this when he pimped me to Conor. Conor finished it off when he killed my best friend. How he’d found me was a mystery. No one knew Rowan Burns because Rowan Burns didn’t exist. Yet, here he was. The fact that he’d never stopped looking for me proved one thing, I was in trouble. I’d suspected that he was unstable, but little did I know how unstable. The man was certifiable. If he wasn’t yelling at me, he was preaching to me. When he wasn’t preaching, he was threatening. His anger was volatile and his moods were out of control. He was a needle wielding lunatic and I was the sole recipient of his attention. Lucky me.

The morning had started with Conor opening the motel room door and me running. I made it halfway across the parking lot before he took me down. I fought him hard, but it did no good. He was stronger, and I was definitely weaker than normal. The more sedative he shot into my veins, the weaker I’d become. Two days ago I would have easily made it to the main road, if not further. As darkness took me under, I whispered, “Never.” Only, this time I wasn’t sure I believed it. I was slowly beginning to lose faith.

I woke to the sound of my teeth chattering. Chills wracked my body to the point where I was afraid I was going to bite off my tongue. This was the fifth time I’d been jabbed with that damn needle. Clearly the drug was making me sick. My knees and elbows burned from road rash and my neck throbbed from being stuck over and over again. Dying wasn’t my end game, but this was where I was headed if I wasn’t careful. It was time to admit that my strategy was not working. After what seemed like forever, the tremors subsided enough for me to focus on the situation at hand, getting away from Conor. Clearly, I needed to change my tactics, but how? I was so deep in thought that I didn’t hear Conor ask a question. When he blew a fuse because he thought I was ignoring him, a light bulb went off in my head. I’d been going about this the wrong way. Instead of mouthing off and running away, maybe I should try something less physical and more mental, such as the silent treatment.

Two hours later, I was second guessing my brilliance. Conor disliked silence, but so did I.

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