“Trey, will you please just pull over, and let’s talk about this, okay? Your driving is really making me sick, and—”
“Jessie, I just need you to be quiet. Just be quiet. I need to think,” Trey said, his voice cracking.
I sat there, looking down at my purse. Scott. Why didn’t I listen to him? What if we never see him again?
I began crying, and Trey looked over at me.
“Why are you crying?” he asked.
I just stared at him. “Really? Are you really asking me that? Why are you kidnapping me?” I practically shouted.
“I’m not. We belong together, Jessie. I knew it the moment I sank my fingers into your body. You belong to me.”
Oh god, I feel sick. I let this man touch me. I let him kiss me and—
I shook my head, and more tears began to fall. “No, we don’t, Trey. That was a mistake. I was lonely and scared. I wanted Scott that day, and I just used you to help me forget, but it didn’t work because I love him and only him. I’m having his child, Trey. This baby is his.”
Trey looked at me and smiled. He went to put his hand on my stomach, and I knocked it away. He looked stunned and looked back at the road.
“I can raise the baby just fine. We don’t even have to tell the baby about Scott. Our kid will never know about Scott.”
I sat there, in shock. I couldn’t even talk. “Have you lost your mind? What in the hell makes you think I would ever do that?”
I noticed Trey’s jaw tighten up. I need to get out of this car, and I need out fast.
“Trey, please stop the car. I don’t want to go with you. I don’t love you.”
“You do, Jessie. I know you do, deep down inside.”
Jesus Christ. No wonder his fiancée left him at the altar. She was smart.
“Trey, I don’t love you, and I’m so sorry if I ever gave you the impression that I did. I thought we were two friends just trying to help each other through a hard time.”
“You sat and slept on my lap that whole night. Even after you found out you were pregnant, you held on to me all night.” He smiled.
I slowly shook my head and whispered, “No.”
He nodded and let out a laugh. “Yes! Yes…you love me.”
“No, I was scared, and it was in the middle of a damn storm, Trey! I thought you were my friend. You’re acting crazy.”
He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel, causing me to jump. “No! Friends don’t fucking crawl onto their friends’ laps and hang on to them all night. They don’t kiss their friends good-bye, like you kissed me. You want me, Jessie. You’re just scared, but once you feel what it’s like to have me inside your body, you will see how much I love you. You will feel how much we love each other.”
My heart began beating faster. Oh god. Please, God, don’t let this happen. The baby…
“I’m not having sex with you,” I barely said as I began sobbing.
Scott…please come get me. Please…find…me.
Trey slowly turned and looked at me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. “Yes. You. Will. And you’re going to see how much you like it, you bitch. You dick-teased me for weeks, Jessie, with all your fucking friends bullshit. I thought I could be patient and let you realize on your own how that damn pussy isn’t meant for you. I’m meant for you.”
I tried to pull away from him, but he was holding on to my arm so tight.
“Trey…you’re hurting me!” I said.
“Kiss me, Jessie. Lean over here and kiss me. Feel the love from my body as it goes into yours.”
I tried to pull away harder. “No. Trey, please…oh god, please don’t do this. Why are you doing this? This is not the Trey I came to know and care about in Belize.”
He let out a gruff laugh. “Care about? Care about? Is that what you call it, Jessie? You know…that other girl…what was her name? Chelsea. I bet if I called her right now, she’d fuck me again. Want to watch us, Jessie? It was pretty hot with her.”
I sucked in a breath of air. “What?”
I pushed my arm away from him, and he let it go. He threw his head back and laughed.
“Yeah, I called her up and told her I was going to be hanging around for a few extra weeks. She came to Fredericksburg, and it didn’t take much to get the bitch up to my hotel room. She’s a kinky bitch, too.”
I put my hand up to mouth. I felt like I was going to be sick from the way Trey was swerving.
“What’s wrong, baby? The idea of me fucking Scott’s ex make you sick?” he said with a laugh.
“No, you asshole. It’s your driving,” I said.
He slammed on the brakes, and I felt the seat belt jam into my stomach.
The baby!
“Trey! I’m pregnant, and your driving is scaring me. Please…please just stop this craziness now.”
He held up his hand as he gunned it. “We’re being followed.”
What? “What? Why in the world would you think we are being—”
Lark…Lark is still with Scott. Maybe they found out that Trey had forced me out of the hotel, and they figured out a way to track him.
I tried to turn around, but Trey reached over and pushed me back. He swerved into the other lane, and I let out a scream as he whipped the car back into our lane.
“Shit! Trey…oh god, please…I’m begging you to just pull over. Please think of the baby I’m carrying. This isn’t her fault. Please just pull over. You can just drop me off, and I promise, I won’t press charges or anything.”
I began crying harder as he pressed on the gas. I glanced over to see that he was going over ninety miles an hour.
“Shut up, Jessie! I need to concentrate. I think that’s your fucking boyfriend behind us.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. Scott! I closed my eyes and just prayed to God that Trey would stop.
“Oh, he thinks he can track me down and bully me…fuck no. You’re mine, and I’m not giving you up.”
As I cried uncontrollably, all I kept thinking of was that this was my fault…again. I was going to lose the baby, and it was all because I had gotten on that damn plane, running away from my own fears.
Trey turned and looked behind him. I turned, too, and I could see that Lark was driving…and I saw Scott. They were so close behind us.
“Scott!” I called out. For some reason, I turned back around. “Trey!” I screamed.
He was drifting into the other lane, and a truck was coming right toward us. Trey turned the steering wheel so fast and hard that we spun around as he lost control of the car. All I heard were horns and screeching tires, and then it felt like I was in the air.
I closed my eyes, thinking of only two things—Scott and the baby.