Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

rather be at home watching a movie and having popcorn or curling up with a good book. Pretty much anything to keep my mind off things of the past. 
    He pulls away from the curve and I ask, “Can you take me to the police station?” He doesn’t say anything in return, but I take it on blind faith that he will take me there. The man drives around for a bit, but I notice he doesn’t get on any main highways. He keeps turning down back roads, and frankly, I am starting to regret my decision of getting in this car with him. It shouldn’t be taking this long to get to the police station. Even if I’m not familiar with the area, I know something is off about this. What’s even creepier, the guy never says a word once I get into the car. He doesn’t turn on the radio, or try to make any type of conversation. He just holds onto the wheel and stares straight ahead. Almost as if he is on a mission for something. Panic starts to bubble within. He misses the turn for the highway, and I see him pass by three more exits. I really start to become more aware of my surroundings. Even if I don’t really know my way around this place, I know the empty streets he’s turning down now are not a good sign. I see a gas station, but my heart sinks when I realize it has an out of business sign hanging on the front window. I need to get out of this car. 
    “Can you stop here? I can walk the rest of the way,” I tell him.
    He looks at me with lust and something else in his eyes and says, “We’re almost there.”
    Not the answer I want as I know he’s lying. My heart starts to race and I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as he steals quick glances at me while he continues to drive. He shows no sign of stopping and dread fills me.
    “Where are you taking me? I want out now.” I demand. Of course my question and demands are ignored.  
    My heart drops when we do come to a stop and I see where he’s taken me. We are parked in front of a dilapidated house. The house has paint chipping off, but I can clearly make out the huge red symbol painted on the side. The yard is barren, no grass, and no life at all. My first thought is who would live in such conditions? Then I realize that maybe this isn’t a home, but maybe a place for drug deals or where creepy men take women. To do what, I don’t want to even begin to think about. I fear there is a reason why I have yet to see a person walking around or a car passing by. I know that I made a mistake getting into this car with this man, and I suddenly go into fight or flight mode. My body chooses flight, as I reach for the door handle, but he grabs my arm forcibly. I cry out as I feel his fingernails digging into my skin. I pull myself as hard as I am able to get out of his grip, but it is no use. 
    Before I can yell and hit him, he is pulled out of the car. At first I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I secretly thank the person responsible and take this chance to run the hell away from here. I get out of the car and I hear the sickening sound of bones cracking. I know the man is getting the beating of his life. I set off down the driveway, throwing a cautionary look over my shoulder to see Josh pounding away on this guy. Fucking hell. How he found me I don’t know. My stupid feet have me turning around and moving towards them. I yell for Josh to stop but no matter how loud I scream as I slowly make my way towards him, he continues to his assault. 
    When he doesn’t stop with the beating, I run over to him. He is going to kill the guy if he keeps on. I am right next to Josh and he looks like he is in a trance, he’s not hearing me. I’m about to reach for his arm when  Josh pulls out a gun, and before I even realize what he is going to do with a fucking gun, or yell stop, he shoots the man. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. With each one, I flinch, and my ears ring. Even if I wasn’t a doctor, I could have told you this guy was dead. Josh is breathing like he just ran a