Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Do you promise, Daddy?”
There’s a sweet innocence to her question, but I understand why she’s asking it. Everyone in her life has abandoned her, and she’s been left vulnerable to the attack that happened at her school. Here I am promising to watch over her, and I can imagine that she’s scared to believe it’s real.
“I promise. And I’m going to prove it to you.”
I hold her against the door and thrust hard one last time. Her pretty pussy clenches around me, and I can feel her cumming. It sets off my own orgasm, and while I pump my cum into her, I move my lips to her ear.
“I’m going to get you out of here,” I vow, and I feel her fingers cling to my shirt. “And then I'm going to make everyone that ever hurt you very, very sorry.”
Chapter Nine
KARMEN
Ilay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. This place is bittersweet. I know that by being here, I get to see Rourk, but when he’s not here, I hate it. He’s been making an effort to be around more by coming in before his shift starts and staying later. Today, he said he had some things he needed to handle.
“Karmen.” Olivia says my name as she knocks on my open door.
“Yeah?” I sit up on my bed as she comes closer.
“There’s a detective here to speak with you.”
I wring my fingers together because I don’t want to talk to anyone without Rourk there. “Come on.” Olivia motions for me to follow her, but I hesitate.
“Don’t you think Dr. Rourk should be here if I’m talking to someone?”
Her brows pull together in confusion. “No, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
I press my lips together so I don’t ask another question. I probably shouldn’t have asked that one to begin with. I don’t need to draw attention to what the two of us have been up to.
Without another protest, I follow her out of my room and to her office. Detective Sybil Webb is back again, and she greets me with a smile. It goes a long way to put me at ease, but I’m still nervous without Rourk here.
“Karmen, I’ve got some news,” she says, and her smile falters.
“Good or bad?” Any relief I felt at seeing her is gone, and I’m right back on the edge.
“It’s a bit of both. That’s why I came here today. I didn’t want the hospital to release you without giving you an update on some recent developments.”
“Release me?” I wasn’t expecting her to say that.
"Indeed, your lawyer had the process expedited. The system's paperwork can drag, but he was able to move things along."
What? I didn’t know I had a lawyer, but I’m not going to say that out loud. My first thought is that it could have been someone Rourk hired for me.
“And my lawyer got me discharged from the hospital?”
“He got all the charges dropped,” she says with a satisfaction that I’m not sure I echo.
“So I don’t have to go to court anymore?” They sent me here to Bellevue instead of jail, but I was still required to go to court because of the assault charges. There wasn’t a bond, not that anyone would have paid that for me.
"Maybe, but that's part of what I want to talk about with you. I talked to a few more students from your school who also previously encountered problems with Andrew and filed complaints. With that information, I was able to develop a compelling case against him."
“That’s good.” Okay, so far none of this sounds like bad news.
“In order to see the previous complaints, I had to get a warrant for the school's records. We believe that once it was issued, Andrew was tipped off ahead of time.”
“Okay…”
“After I collected everything and talked to some past students from the school, I knew I had enough for an arrest warrant and a warrant for his home. But by the time we got there, he was gone.”
“So he’s on the run?” I mean, it sucks they didn't get him, but at least he's out of the school.
“He is, but there’s more. Do you want to sit down?”
“Okay, guess so.”
I drop down into one of the chairs, wondering what else could be so bad. This all sounds good for me at least. She takes a seat in the chair across from me, and her expression is serious.
“We have reason to believe that Andew has a bit of an obsession with you. There are things we found in his home that are a cause for concern.” Detective Sybil shifts in her seat, and I can tell she’s uncomfortable with whatever it is she’s about to tell me.
Her hesitation only makes me more curious. “What kinds of things?”
“It might be best to show you.” Sybil grabs a folder off the desk beside her and pulls out a picture.