Chapter 18

Ady had fallen asleep in the backseat of Brendan's car, but woke up when he had to make an abrupt stop.

Her eyes fluttered open as she yawned, looking up. "Where the hell are we?"

Brendan looked back at her and smiled. "Almost home."

She glared at him, her eyes full of hatred and disdain. "I hate you, Brendan. I just want you to know that."

He chuckled as he looked forward again, turning into a driveway. "I know, but I'll still get to have you." He stopped the car and walked to Ady's door, opening it up.

As he pulled her out of the car, she kicked his shin and began to run away from him. "Help! Help! She cried out, hoping someone would hear her.

Brendan quickly got up and ran after her, soon catching up. He pulled her to the floor and pinned her. "You want to try that again? Be my guest. I won't hurt you, but John will be seriously injured again."

Ady looked at him, her eyes stained with tears. "What happened to you, Brendan? You seemed so sweet when I first met you."

He got off her and pulled her up, running his fingers through her hair. "I love you, Ady. And I don't want anyone else to have you."

She looked at him, disgusted. "You don't love me."

He smiled as he pulled her up the walkway and inside his house, locking the door behind them. "You don't know how much I do." He untied her and looked sternly at her. "Don't try anything, or remember your precious boyfriend." She sat down on the couch and looked around nervously.

He watched her sit down and pulled her back up. "Not on the couch. I have the bedroom all set up."

When they entered the bedroom, Ady looked around. She saw candles lit all over the room, and then finally saw the handcuffs on the bed. "What the-"

He pushed her on the bed and picked up the handcuffs, cuffing her to the bed. She tried to wriggle her hands out of the cuffs, but couldn't get loose. Brendan smiled as he loomed over her, watching her every move. "Ady, you're going to do something for me."

She stared at him with disbelief. "Hell no I'm not!"

He chuckled. "Oh yes, you are." He ran his fingers through her hair. "Want to know what you're going to do?"

"What would that be?"

He kissed her softly, then pulled away and slid his hands under her shirt. "You're going to have my baby."

She gasped in horror as he began to slowly rip her shirt off. Before she could cry out, he kissed her roughly. As he began to have his way with her, she felt tears well up in her eyes and fall down her cheeks. John, I'm so sorry, baby. I just hope you can forgive me.

A couple hours later, Ady woke up and started rubbing her eyes. She realized that she was no longer handcuffed and began rubbing her wrists, trying to numb the pain. She slowly sat up and looked around, the room dark and deserted.

She called out, but there was no voice that answered. After looking down, she noticed she was naked, and quickly began to put on her clothes. She looked around for her shirt, and remembered Brendan had ripped it. She rummaged through his drawers and found a shirt, slipping it on. She ran through the house, looking all over for Brendan, but she didn't find any trace of him. She let out a sigh of relief as she walked to the front door, but found a note taped to it.

She pulled it off and read it aloud. "Ady, you were so wonderful. I love you so much. Sorry I couldn't be here when you woke up. I had to tend to some business. I can't wait to see you soon. Love, Brendan." She crumpled it up and began to cry as she threw it to the corner of the room. "Damn you, Brendan!" She leaned against the door and buried her face in her hands, sobbing even harder.

After she finally calmed herself down, she walked outside and stopped, looking at the house. Her stomach lurched as she quickly turned away. She walked to the sidewalk and down the block, hoping to find a bus stop. When she did, she sat on the bench and cupped her face in her hands, starting to cry again.