Escaping Dominance (Heart of a Wolf Series - Trina's Tale) Read Online Free
Author: Marylynn Bast
his head on her shoulder.
While c leaning the small cut, she realize d it was one thing for Dean to use her as a punching bag , but h er son was a different story. With Toby’s foot cleaned and bandaged, she leaned forward and inspected her head in the mirror. She probably required stitches. No way in hell she would ask him to take her to the hospital , h e probably wouldn’t take her anyway. Sucking in a breath, she released it slowly and stared at her drawn features in the mirror. It was time for her to take her life back.
It was the week of the full moon phase. While Dean and his friends wore themselves out running through the wild Oregon pine wood forest, Trina secretly planned their escape.
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Trina g lanc ed quickly at Dean lying beside her in bed, listen ing for the snore she knew indicated he slept. She had plied him with enough alcohol throughout the evening , or so she had thought . When he came to bed she was amazed he could even get it up with all the sleeping pills she had slipped into his beer.
After grunting for a few minutes, Dean half fell, half rolled off the top of her with a satisfied groan. Within moments she was rewarded with his snores echoing through out the room.
His feeble attempts at lovemaking did little for her after nearly six years of putting up with his crap. With him fast asleep, Trina jumped in to the shower , quickly scrubbed her skin until it was almost raw then hurried and dried off. Tip toeing through the room she grabbed the clothes she had folded neatly on the dresser. Glancing quickly in his direction, she slipped into her under garments, and then pulled on the faded denim jeans and black t-shirt. Walking lightly to the end of the bed, she lifted the wallet from the back pocket of his discarded jeans and pulled out the hundred dollar bills. Looking nervously back to where he lay sleeping, she shoved most of them back into the brown leather wallet , tucking the rest into her front pocket. She g rabbed the bottle of alcohol from her dresser drawer and dump ed it onto his shirt and pants.
As her h eart pound ed in her chest, she reminded herself why she had to do this. Standing at the foot of the bed, staring at him, she bit her bottom lip , lowering his jeans to the floor . She winced when the change jingled in his pocket . H er eyes sought his . releasing a silent breath when she found that his were still closed.
The snores resonated through out the room.
She wondered if he would miss her at all and a light sheen of tears misted her eyes. She turned away with a frown, silently chastising herself for stupidly thinking he might eventually change. Looking over her shoulder once more, she slipped out of the room, pulling the door closed softly behind her.
Trina dashed down the hallway and into the room where her son slept soundly. His bag was already packed and ready to go, waiting by the door. Slipping the backpack over her shoulder, she hurried over to the bed. Without waking him, she lifted Toby into her arms. She stopped at his bedroom door, peeking out before hurrying down the hallway towards the laundry room. Sucking in a shaky breath, she rushed by the room she had shared with Dean for the past six years. S he nearly grinned as she headed towards the back door , she was finally getting away from him.
The voices resonating from the living room and surrounding bedrooms were loud, but the music was louder covering any sound her steps might make on her way down the hallway. Suddenly there was a thud of someone falling, vibrating the floor. Cussing and uproarious laughter filled the house. W hen it sounded like someone was coming towards the hall, Trina gasped, look ing over her shoulder. N o one seemed to be paying her any attention , b ut that could change at any second if someone decided to go to the bathroom. She needed to hurry. Grabbing t he bag she had stashed in the laundry room earlier in the evening, she slipped it on as quietly as possible. S he
While c leaning the small cut, she realize d it was one thing for Dean to use her as a punching bag , but h er son was a different story. With Toby’s foot cleaned and bandaged, she leaned forward and inspected her head in the mirror. She probably required stitches. No way in hell she would ask him to take her to the hospital , h e probably wouldn’t take her anyway. Sucking in a breath, she released it slowly and stared at her drawn features in the mirror. It was time for her to take her life back.
It was the week of the full moon phase. While Dean and his friends wore themselves out running through the wild Oregon pine wood forest, Trina secretly planned their escape.
****
Trina g lanc ed quickly at Dean lying beside her in bed, listen ing for the snore she knew indicated he slept. She had plied him with enough alcohol throughout the evening , or so she had thought . When he came to bed she was amazed he could even get it up with all the sleeping pills she had slipped into his beer.
After grunting for a few minutes, Dean half fell, half rolled off the top of her with a satisfied groan. Within moments she was rewarded with his snores echoing through out the room.
His feeble attempts at lovemaking did little for her after nearly six years of putting up with his crap. With him fast asleep, Trina jumped in to the shower , quickly scrubbed her skin until it was almost raw then hurried and dried off. Tip toeing through the room she grabbed the clothes she had folded neatly on the dresser. Glancing quickly in his direction, she slipped into her under garments, and then pulled on the faded denim jeans and black t-shirt. Walking lightly to the end of the bed, she lifted the wallet from the back pocket of his discarded jeans and pulled out the hundred dollar bills. Looking nervously back to where he lay sleeping, she shoved most of them back into the brown leather wallet , tucking the rest into her front pocket. She g rabbed the bottle of alcohol from her dresser drawer and dump ed it onto his shirt and pants.
As her h eart pound ed in her chest, she reminded herself why she had to do this. Standing at the foot of the bed, staring at him, she bit her bottom lip , lowering his jeans to the floor . She winced when the change jingled in his pocket . H er eyes sought his . releasing a silent breath when she found that his were still closed.
The snores resonated through out the room.
She wondered if he would miss her at all and a light sheen of tears misted her eyes. She turned away with a frown, silently chastising herself for stupidly thinking he might eventually change. Looking over her shoulder once more, she slipped out of the room, pulling the door closed softly behind her.
Trina dashed down the hallway and into the room where her son slept soundly. His bag was already packed and ready to go, waiting by the door. Slipping the backpack over her shoulder, she hurried over to the bed. Without waking him, she lifted Toby into her arms. She stopped at his bedroom door, peeking out before hurrying down the hallway towards the laundry room. Sucking in a shaky breath, she rushed by the room she had shared with Dean for the past six years. S he nearly grinned as she headed towards the back door , she was finally getting away from him.
The voices resonating from the living room and surrounding bedrooms were loud, but the music was louder covering any sound her steps might make on her way down the hallway. Suddenly there was a thud of someone falling, vibrating the floor. Cussing and uproarious laughter filled the house. W hen it sounded like someone was coming towards the hall, Trina gasped, look ing over her shoulder. N o one seemed to be paying her any attention , b ut that could change at any second if someone decided to go to the bathroom. She needed to hurry. Grabbing t he bag she had stashed in the laundry room earlier in the evening, she slipped it on as quietly as possible. S he
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