Chapter 17

While John was laid up in the hospital again, Ady sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to update her on John's condition. As she sat in her chair, her legs and hands shaking, she couldn't stop thinking about how much Brendan had changed since they first met.

As she reminisced, the doctor walked in and cleared his throat. "Ms. Presley?"

She quickly looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"He'll have to stay here for a bit. The stab wound he sustained is more severe than we thought."

She felt her heart racing, and tried to calm herself down. Oh, god. Brendan, you're gonna pay! "What else is wrong?"

"That's all we know for now, but I will update you as soon as I can." She nodded, sitting down slowly and staring at the floor blankly. The doctor left her sitting there, wondering if John was going to be okay.

Out of nowhere, her cell phone started to ring, startling her. She looked at it, scared to pick it up. What if Brendan was calling her? But she answered it anyway. "Hello?"

"Ady! How are you, sweetie?"

She let out a sigh of relief. "Marilyn! Thank god it's you. I thought Brendan would be calling me."

"Why?"

"Because, he stabbed John before I got there." She proceeded to tell Marilyn everything that happened that night.

FLASHBACK

Standing there with her arms crossed was Ady. "Brendan, what the hell happened?" Instead of telling her, he moved to the side and pointed at John. She gasped and pushed him out of her way, running to John. She knelt next to him as she held his head. "John, can you hear me?" He didn't look at her, but stared at the ceiling, not saying a word. "John?" He nodded slowly, his breathing still shallow.

Brendan evilly grinned, grabbing Ady's arm and pulling her up. "Now, he can't do anything. You're all mine." He pulled her close to him, licking his lips.

Ady struggled; trying to free herself from his grasp when suddenly she had an idea. She stopped struggling and let him pull her closer. When she got close enough, she brought up her knee and hit him in the groin. He let her go and fell to the floor, clutching himself, groaning. She ran to the phone and called an ambulance to get John to the hospital.

END FLASHBACK

She wiped the tears from her face as she heard Marilyn talking to her. "Honey, did you call the cops?"

"Not yet. I'm just scared to find out what he'll do when he finds out I called."

"You have to call them, though. Otherwise he can keep hurting John."

"I know, but I just don't know." She started to cry again.

"Aw, Ady, don't cry. Everything will be all right."

Before she could answer, Ady felt someone touch her shoulder. She looked up and saw Brendan smiling at her. She gasped in surprise.

Marilyn heard her. "Ady, what happened?"

"Marilyn, Brendan is here."

"Honey, don't let him do anything to you."

"I won't. I'll call you later."

"If anything happens, call the cops. Remember that."

"I will. Thanks." She hung up the phone and stared at him. "What are you doing here?"

He sat next to her, making her very uneasy. "You're going to come home with me tonight." He wrapped his arm around her waist.

She stood up, pulling him up with her. "No, I'm not." She grabbed his arm and pulled it off. "I'm going home to my house, not yours."

He smiled evilly and backed away from her. "Fine." He watched her walk off, not taking his eyes off her for a second. After she was a good distance away, he started to follow her.

He followed her outside and when she wasn't looking, he grabbed her arm, pulling her close to him. "You're coming with me. Now."

Before she could protest, he began to pull her to his car. She struggled the whole way, trying to free herself from his grasp. "Brendan, let me go!"

As he kept pulling her, he looked over at her, with a devilish look in his eye. "Like I said before, Ady, I will have you." Before she could say anything, he turned her around and pushed her against the car, tying up her hands behind her back. After he tied her up, he pushed her into the backseat of his car. They drove off into the night, Ady sitting in the backseat, scared of not knowing what would happen.