The Prized Girl by Amy K. Green

Author:Amy K. Green
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2020-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

JENNY

“JENNY . . . JENNY!”

She heard her name. She felt the hand on her shoulder, tossing her awake. Her eyes fluttered open. Above her were dark mahogany beams. She stared at one of the knots. As she focused on the perfect imperfection, she found clarity and shot up into a sitting position. Her head was pounding.

Jenny was on the leather couch in his living room with a blanket over her. Mr. Renkin sat on the coffee table next to her, his hand retreating from her shoulder.

“Are you OK?” he asked as if he had just found her there.

She was anything but OK. She nodded anyway.

“You need to go now,” he said, reaching his hand out to help her up. She took it, not wanting to. “It’s OK.”

Had she been dreaming? Because he seemed completely unaware of the horrible things he had just done to her. Did he hope maybe she didn’t remember?

“C’mon,” he said. “Hurry up.”

In a fog, Jenny walked to the door. He opened it for her and she stepped through.

“Don’t come back here. It’s not appropriate,” he said.

Jenny nodded and he shut the door in her face. Her throat was closing and she couldn’t speak. She found her footing as she climbed off the porch; then she started running as fast as she could. She made it to the end of the driveway before stopping, keeling over, and sucking for breath. It wasn’t coming.

A car coming up the hill announced itself with the rev of its engine around the bend where the incline built. Jenny pulled herself together and jumped over the ditch, scrambling up the small bank into the edge of the woods. She ducked behind the first tree as the navy Accord drove past and pulled into Mr. Renkin’s driveway.

No, Ms. Willoughby, Jenny thought. Stay away from him. She could do so much better. She needed a Mallory in her life to point out his inadequacy and find her someone worthier.

Jenny slid back down the bank into the ditch. She had no idea what time it was. The sun had nearly set. How long had she been out? Whatever it was, it was too late. She couldn’t face her mother now. Wasn’t one assault enough? Jenny was playing dangerous games. Why couldn’t she stop?

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