Secret Obsession Read Online Free
Author: Kimberla Lawson Roby
thing about all of this is that this man was actually decent enough to put on a condom. So I’m not sure you’ll be able to find anything,” she said, knowing they truly wouldn’t find anything, not even from Owen, since he always wore protection without fail.
“Perpetrators who wear condoms don’t do it because they care about their victims or about themselves,” Detective Anderson said. “They usually only do it because they don’t want to leave behind any DNA. Although if we find stray hairs or skin cells, we’ll be able to use that, too.”
Paige wasn’t sure why she looked at her mother, but as soon as she did, she regretted it. Her mother seemed disgusted and sickened by what had happened, and she could tell her mother thought she deserved whatever she got. It was as if she thought Paige had asked to be raped. Of course, in reality, she had asked for it, but her mother didn’t know that and had no right blaming her. She had no reason to treat Paige this way, but who was Paige kidding? Maxine Donahue really didn’t care one way or the other, because her number one girl was Camille and not much else mattered.
The police officers gathered and documented any evidence they could, and Detective Johnson came back over to Paige. “Can we take you to the hospital now?”
“Is it okay if my sister takes me? I really need her,” Paige said, thinking how this would create another opportunity for her to do some serious bonding with Camille, making Camille think she couldn’t go through this without her. Although, Paige was really concerned about her niece and nephew and said, “Is someone home with PJ and Crystal?”
“I called our next door neighbor right before we left on our way over here, so she’s there with them,” Camille assured her.
“Good. Well, if you don’t mind…”
“Don’t say another word,” Camille said, standing.
Paige stood, too, and hugged her sister. “Once I come out of the restroom, I’ll be ready.”
Detective Johnson followed Paige. “Miss Donahue? We’ll go ahead and follow you to the hospital, and also, if you can manage, please don’t use the restroom or wash any part of your body, because remember, even though your perpetrator used a condom, we still might find DNA from other sources.”
“Oh that’s right. I think I can hold out a little while longer then. Oh, and Detective, can you have someone come out to cover my backdoor window until morning?” she asked with tears rolling down her face again.
The detective rested her hand on Paige’s back. “Of course. No problem.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll just grab my jacket and purse then,” Paige said and then went into her bedroom, turned on the light, and looked into the mirror over her dresser.
She stared at her bruises and sighed with much relief. She was satisfied with a job well done.
Chapter 4
P aige nestled her body further into Pierce’s beautiful sleek black Mercedes S550, leaned her head all the way back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the ride to the hospital. She and Camille were both sitting in the back, and Paige was in pure heaven. She’d been wanting her own Mercedes for some time now, and she was thrilled to know that she was finally only months and possibly only weeks away from having one—this particular Mercedes right here to be exact. She was excited because it was only a matter of time before Pierce removed Camille’s name from the title and added hers. It wouldn’t be long before she’d be driving it whenever she wanted to, and for the first time in Paige’s life, she wouldn’t be seen as the underdog. For the first time ever, people would love and respect her and treat her with dignity, and she would be accepted by the “in” crowd. She’d be able to intermingle with high society and well-to-do folks the way she’d always dreamed about, and her parents would never be able to hurt her again. She would receive from Pierce what she’d never gotten from them, and life would
“Perpetrators who wear condoms don’t do it because they care about their victims or about themselves,” Detective Anderson said. “They usually only do it because they don’t want to leave behind any DNA. Although if we find stray hairs or skin cells, we’ll be able to use that, too.”
Paige wasn’t sure why she looked at her mother, but as soon as she did, she regretted it. Her mother seemed disgusted and sickened by what had happened, and she could tell her mother thought she deserved whatever she got. It was as if she thought Paige had asked to be raped. Of course, in reality, she had asked for it, but her mother didn’t know that and had no right blaming her. She had no reason to treat Paige this way, but who was Paige kidding? Maxine Donahue really didn’t care one way or the other, because her number one girl was Camille and not much else mattered.
The police officers gathered and documented any evidence they could, and Detective Johnson came back over to Paige. “Can we take you to the hospital now?”
“Is it okay if my sister takes me? I really need her,” Paige said, thinking how this would create another opportunity for her to do some serious bonding with Camille, making Camille think she couldn’t go through this without her. Although, Paige was really concerned about her niece and nephew and said, “Is someone home with PJ and Crystal?”
“I called our next door neighbor right before we left on our way over here, so she’s there with them,” Camille assured her.
“Good. Well, if you don’t mind…”
“Don’t say another word,” Camille said, standing.
Paige stood, too, and hugged her sister. “Once I come out of the restroom, I’ll be ready.”
Detective Johnson followed Paige. “Miss Donahue? We’ll go ahead and follow you to the hospital, and also, if you can manage, please don’t use the restroom or wash any part of your body, because remember, even though your perpetrator used a condom, we still might find DNA from other sources.”
“Oh that’s right. I think I can hold out a little while longer then. Oh, and Detective, can you have someone come out to cover my backdoor window until morning?” she asked with tears rolling down her face again.
The detective rested her hand on Paige’s back. “Of course. No problem.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll just grab my jacket and purse then,” Paige said and then went into her bedroom, turned on the light, and looked into the mirror over her dresser.
She stared at her bruises and sighed with much relief. She was satisfied with a job well done.
Chapter 4
P aige nestled her body further into Pierce’s beautiful sleek black Mercedes S550, leaned her head all the way back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the ride to the hospital. She and Camille were both sitting in the back, and Paige was in pure heaven. She’d been wanting her own Mercedes for some time now, and she was thrilled to know that she was finally only months and possibly only weeks away from having one—this particular Mercedes right here to be exact. She was excited because it was only a matter of time before Pierce removed Camille’s name from the title and added hers. It wouldn’t be long before she’d be driving it whenever she wanted to, and for the first time in Paige’s life, she wouldn’t be seen as the underdog. For the first time ever, people would love and respect her and treat her with dignity, and she would be accepted by the “in” crowd. She’d be able to intermingle with high society and well-to-do folks the way she’d always dreamed about, and her parents would never be able to hurt her again. She would receive from Pierce what she’d never gotten from them, and life would
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