Written: 25.09.24
Words: 1,107
NFF, Dark-ish, TW: Domestic Abuse (Aftermath)
“Y-you can’t be here.”
The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk as he stepped through the doorway, “Why not?”
“Because of the r-restraining order.” She swallowed hard and took a few steps backward, how did he find me?
“Pfft, please.” He waved a dismissive hand and veered into the living room, inspecting it, “You thought a piece of paper was gonna stop me?”
She did her best to ignore the sudden pounding in her chest as he stopped in front of the end table that was displaying all the figurines he used to make her hide, “I can have a dozen cops here in a second.”
“Yeah?” He cocked his head to one side as he picked up one of the cow figurines, “Neat trick.”
“A-all I have to do is scream.” She mentally beat herself up for the shake in her voice and licked her lips in a failed attempt to stop it, “There’s already a car outside.”
The chuckle that floated through the air next sent ice down her spine. He replaced the figurine before turning away from the small table – action allowing her to glimpse the knife that was tucked into his waistband – and he raised an eyebrow, “Do you honestly think if that not-so-undercover car was still there, they would’ve let me walk in?”
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