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I was worried he would start to get another idea, so I answered him quickly. "No."
"Good," he said through clenched teeth before he pulled me back and opened the back door. "Get in."
I did.
As I waited for him to take a seat, I watched Bette’s horror at the situation, but couldn’t see Angelica. She was so smart to have asked the girl to hide. I was also glad that Angelica would listen to her in the situation, and that he wouldn’t be able to spot her.
And as glad as I was for Bette’s intelligence, I was ashamed that she had seen him throw me around like a rag doll. I hated that she saw how weak I was. How weak I looked to everyone who kept their distance in shock and horror. I was sure there was more than one call to 911 over the predicament, but I knew that if he could find a quiet enough place, none of that would matter.
"Fuck …" I whispered to myself, looking out the side window in frustration. How had he found me? Who had he called, and why had they helped him chase down a frightened mother and child? I was utterly devastated it had come to this. Was this who I had become? Having to escape from my own husband?
He quickly pulled out of the parking space, and headed off. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming – it would only further anger him, and it would do me no benefit.
This man was my husband, and at one time, the love of my life. I wanted to cry at my fear of him now, and the sadness of knowing that he was Angelica’s father, and that a small part of me wanted to keep him in her life. After this, I knew that had become impossible. There was such conflict with all of it.
"So, thought you could run from me? Is that it?" He was so smug it made me sick to my stomach. And in my state of depression, I looked around in each of the windows slowly before the very back, and my eyes widened as I saw Bette driving behind us, the phone on her shoulder. My hero. I quickly straightened my expression so he wouldn’t catch on to my joy, and I sat back in the seat.
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Breathtakingly beautifully written! The emotions you capture have me all over the place reading your writing. Excellent story – love it.
Im really into this story. Love seeing how their relationship is unfolding. please post soonnnnn.
Simply brilliant.
I’m with all of the above, excellent story and though different from your usual, still as exhilarating to read. Thanks a bunch for sharing :)
Simply the best!
that was some kiss…i cant for the next chapter…great story. thanks for sharing it with all of us
This story is beautiful!! Totally different from your other stories. You really showing how talented you are as a writer. You do have a good range in writing. I am honored to have the opportunity to read your stories. Thank you!! Pls continue writing!! :D
You are such a descriptive writer that with every word i feel like i am there. great story, excellent writing, and even better story
ughhhh I LOVE this story! Lol I need more now, it’s like a drug. You know I love all of your stories but this one is one of my favorites if not my most favorite. I hate your internet connection -_- lol you can use mine! :D PPVVVVVVVS like now? lol thanks!
This story is great and beautifully written. You describe everything so clearly, that it feels as if you were standing right there, with them. Excellent!!!
I am loving what you are doing with this story! It is different from your others but I love how you are attacking the subject matter. PPS!
That was wonderful and awesome, glad they put that baster in jail and hope he will be gona forever. Bette and Tina need to talk and tell each other how they feel. Please post more, thanks!
Thank you GR! Just like your AN, emotional and powerful at that. You’re the best :)
Can you please write.more Angelica tina Bette stories i love them as a family