my tears, coughing and gagging. My heart races a thousand miles a minute as the time seems to tick by so goddamn slowly. Closing my eyes and taking deep breaths, I inhale and exhale until I feel myself start to calm down. The palpitating ache in my head doesn’t even come close to the ache in my heart.
I begin chewing on the tape, gnawing away small sections at a time. I just had a breakdown, one that I needed. Now that it is over, I am angry. That bitch has my child. Mine and Turner’s.
Turner.
I recall Trent’s revelation as he stood in the doorway. For the briefest of seconds, I hope what he said could be true, even though I know it can’t be. I saw his body crumple to the floor in a heap with my own eyes when Trent shot him, a pool of blood spreading underneath him. Why would Trent say Turner is alive? And what happened between my mother and him to make her shoot him? This doesn’t make any sense at all.
Finally, my hands are free. Tossing the tape to the side, I begin to rub my tender wrists slowly, feeling the blood start to bring them back from discomfort and numbness. My mind keeps rewinding back to Trent and what he said.
“Turner is alive.”
That is all I can remember, nothing more. I would give anything for that statement to be true, but right now, I need to try and figure out how the hell I am going to escape from this trunk and get to my daughter.
I feel around, touching the entire surface area of the compartment, chuckling to myself thinking how in the hell that bitch got me in here all by herself. She’s determined, if nothing else. Greedy cunt.
“What’s this?” I feel a button on the cold metal of the trunk. Not wanting to push it because I suspect I know exactly what it is, I withdraw my fingers and bingo. It’s the trunk release button. It has to be.
Not knowing when or where we will be stopping, my next task is to get this stupid tape off from around my ankles. Rolling my body to the side, I curl up into a fetal position. Shit, this is hard in such a tiny space. My legs cramp and I scream in pain from not being able to stretch. God bless it!
My small digits tremble as I tug and pull, body twisting, hands and arms extending as I work on loosening this tape. Finally, I sigh when I feel either the beginning or ending of the strand. I yank with all of my might until I feel it give. It’s so damn hot in here that by the time I get this tape off and maneuver my body into a position where I feel a little bit comfortable, sweat is pouring down my face and neck.
I feel myself start to doze. I struggle to keep myself awake, but I can’t. My body gives in to the exhaustion and I fall sleep. When I do, I have the best dream I have had in as long as I can remember.
“Good morning, beautiful. Happy anniversary!” Turner whispers softly into my ear as his arms circle my waist.
“Happy anniversary to you, too.”
I lean my head back on his strong shoulder, standing in front of the mirror as we get ready for work.
“Would you like your present now or later?” he asks, pressing his already swollen dick into my back.
“How about now and later?” I giggle, wiggling in his hold, moving back and forth across his erection.
“You know I can never deny you, but this morning I have an early meeting. I promise to make it up to you later.”
He kisses my cheek and pulls away, leaving me pouting.
“There’s a gift for you on the bed, babe.”
I finish applying my makeup, excitement coursing through my veins as I wonder what it could be. This year we had decided that instead of buying each other gifts, we would finish the deck on the back of the house.
Practically running into the bedroom, I stop at the end of the bed where a single white envelope waits.
“What is this?” I ask. Picking up the envelope and pulling out the single sheet of paper, I laugh out loud as I read the note.
Clove,
Two years ago, I married my best friend. I love you more every day. I’m waiting here for you. If you know where here is?
Love, Turner.
“I know exactly where