Moving from Chicago to New York as a single mother, hoping that your new business does well, is scary. But what happens when you find out your best friends new husband is the leader of something even scarier, and the only person who seems to give yo...
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I woke up the next morning alone.
The side of the bed he slept on that night was still indented but cold as I ran my hand over it letting me know that he left awhile ago.
I rolled onto my back and hissed in pain when I moved my arm. The anesthetic has definitely worn off and I could really go for some painkillers.
I groaned as I sat up, not ready for the day to begin. Looking over at the clock on the bedside table, I see that it's already eleven in the morning. I hear small drops of rain hitting my window and immediately want to stay in bed all day long.
"Shit. I overslept a lot." I mumble as I climb out of bed. I walk over to my closet and decide on a pair of pale blue sweatpants and a tight, cropped black sweatshirt. It's a nice day to just stay in.
I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I didn't get to shower last night after everything that happened, Evan only helped me wash the blood off with a wet washcloth.
I undress and leave my folded clothes on the countertop, I let the water hit my hand before I decide it's the temperature of my liking.
I make sure not to get the bandage on my upper arm wet as I begin to apply my shampoo, but it's hard.
As I run the conditioner through the ends of my hair I begin to zone out, thinking of everything that occurred last night.
It hasn't fully hit me yet that I was almost killed last night. I was so scared when they finally got through the door, and tied me up to the chair. I feared for my life, but mainly I feared that they would find Asteria.
*Flashback*
Without even thinking about what I'm doing I hang up the phone on Mikhail. At the moment he can't do anything, and I need to focus on keeping my daughter safe.
I push the aggravating pain in my arm into the back of my head, trying not to think of it as I think of what to do with Asteria.
"Asteria, baby." I whisper to her as I pull her close to my chest and climb out of the tub. She clings onto me tightly as she sobs into the crook of my neck. I look around the bathroom, looking for somewhere for her to hide.
The bathroom will probably be the safest place for her, fuck... I don't know where to hide her. I'm scared out of my mind and I have limited time to come up with an idea.
I crouch down in front of the sink, "Asteria, moró. You need to listen to mommy. Your going to stay under the sink while I go out into the room to see who is here. I'm sure it's nobody but just to be on the safe side your gonna hide and play the quiet game. You love that game, okay?" I speak as I struggle to pull the cabinet door open.
If I can't get this cabinet open, I'm screwed because the door will be down in no time. They take breaks in between each slam into the door and I hear them talking. They are conversing like it's a casual day, and for them it probably is.
