Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,37
behind. Racing into her bedroom, she locked the door behind her. Her hands shook so hard, that it took her longer than it should have.
Focus Marisol.
She flew to her closet and pulled out snuggly, Princess Nana and her trinket box with her savings, stuffing them into a bag. Out. She needed to get out of here.
There was a rattling at the door and she froze.
Oh no. Oh no.
“Marisol! Open this fucking door!” Tiger roared.
Mierda!
She stared at the door. That was all that stood between her and her nightmare.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” He banged against the door. It wasn’t going to take much more before he got through the door.
Out. Get out.
A sob broke free. What to do? She looked over to the double doors. There was a small balcony out there. She was still up on the second floor, but maybe she could climb over the railing and drop.
Damn it.
“Marisol! Let. Me. The. Fuck. In. Fucking cunt!”
She had to go.
She opened the door and climbed out onto the balcony, shivering in the cold. Her heart raced. Fear flooded her. She needed to calm herself. Closing the door, she moved to the railing and looked over. She was at the back of the house, but there didn’t seem to be anyone out here who would see her climb over. She stuffed her handbag into her backpack then put it over her shoulders. Putting her leg over, she held onto the balustrade then moved one hand down to a bottom rung then the other and let herself drop.
Her arms burned as she dangled in the air. Oh God. What was the best way to fall?
She had no idea. So she just let herself drop before she could overthink it.
To her shock, she managed to land on her feet. Then she stumbled backwards a few steps, falling onto her ass. Graceful as always.
Getting up hastily, her legs shaking beneath her, she raced away from the house. She didn’t know how long she had until Tiger broke into her room. But after discovering she wasn’t hidden anywhere inside, he’d likely figure out that she’d gone over the balcony.
She wanted to be long gone before that happened. She rushed towards the trees at the back of the property, breathing a bit easier once she was hidden amongst their depths.
There was just one problem now.
What was she going to do next? If she could, she’d take the car. But it would be a risky move to head back to the house. The car was parked out front with all the other vehicles. What if she ran into someone? What if she ran into Tiger?
She shuddered and leaned against a tree to catch her breath. Her body continued to shake, flooded with adrenaline.
Okay, options.
Reaching into her backpack, she drew her phone out of her handbag. She tried to turn it on.
Blank.
Oh no. No, no, no. She let out a sob, despair filling her.
Calm down, Marisol.
Calling anyone was out. She couldn’t get to the car. She had her emergency stash of money, so the only thing to do was walk into town and hope she could get a room in the local motel.
Good. A plan. That was all she needed.
Making her legs work, she jogged towards the road. If she moved around the edge of the property she could head around the front, hopefully without running into anyone.
The sound of yelling from the house made her jump. She had no idea if it was another fight breaking out.
Or if Tiger was coming for her.
But she wasn’t waiting around to find out. She wished she had a flashlight. The moon was out, giving her some light, but she was a city girl. Walking around the countryside in the dark wasn’t her idea of a good time. Pushing away thoughts of wild animals, she made herself move.
She had to wonder what the neighbors thought of all the noise and yelling. Managing to stick to shadows, she quickly snuck her way around the front of the property.
She kept away from the driveway, staying close to the fence line. Once she made it to the road, she started breathing easier.
Moving briskly, her gaze roamed up and down the road. Would he come after her? God, she didn’t know but she had a feeling that he might. Fear and cold had her teeth chattering as she wrapped her arms around herself. Noises in the shrubbery made her jump.
There’s nothing there. Everything is fine. There’s nothing there.