We made our very last transaction that night.
Rebecca took care of the lights, briefly causing the cameras to reset. I quickly went to the cameras on Drew’s computer and froze my sleeping body on the one facing my bed. My fingers trembled something fierce and my heartbeat a million and one miles a minute. I had never taken that much money at one time. I was terrified that he was going to get an alert or something. He would know that forty thousand dollars had just come out of six different accounts. I quickly hit submit on the very last transaction and stomped on the floor for Rebecca to get the lights and get me the hell out of there.
I don’t think I slept a wink that night. I was so nervous for Drew to come home. I wished I knew when he coming. It could be any second or days.
Drew did know about my last transaction. He frantically spent hours on the phone that morning when he got home, trying to get someone, anyone to tell him what happened to his money, and who authorized forty thousand dollars of his money to go toward a remodel of an animal shelter.
That was the last day that Drew had ever hit me. I didn’t know at the time that it would be the last time. I was sitting in his office, naked of course. It seemed like that was when he wanted me there, when he was stressed, but this stress was over me. He just hadn’t figured that part out, and I silently prayed that he didn’t.
I thought after his toying with me and finally releasing his frustration in my ass that he had calmed down some.
“Is it okay if I go to the library?” I submissively asked.
“For what?” he asked annoyed.
What do you think asshole?…
“Probably to get a book and get out of this house,”
I didn’t mean for it to come out so smart, but it did and I felt the back of his hand come in contact with the same cheekbone that had taken his blow so many times.
“You can go to the library when you can learn some respect. Get the fuck out of my office,” he demanded with a thick voice.
I lightly shook my head, letting Rebecca know that he wasn’t going to allow me to go that day. I wanted out of there so bad. I needed to tell her that he was looking for the money.
I was silently eating lunch in the kitchen later in the afternoon when Drew came in. I could feel the black eye and the puffiness just below it.
“That looks pretty good, make me one and bring it to my office,” he said talking to Rebecca and looking at my food.
“Sure,” Rebecca replied, nicely.
“You can take her to the library after that if you want” he stated.
Yes…
“Is Derik available to take her today? I was going to go take a nap. I’m not feeling the best today.”
I couldn’t help it. My head just snapped right toward her with a look of vengeance. I couldn’t believe she was going to send me away with Derik, knowing what he would do.
Derik never spoke in the car. I made sure to show him my little chip that would be placed in Drew’s computer when I got back. I hoped that would scare him off, and he wouldn’t try anything. It didn’t. He smiled a devious grin and turned on the radio.
“You’ve got fifteen minutes,” he warned, opening the library door for me.
I was scared shitless. I knew that Derik was going to do what Drew had already done that morning to me. I went right to the nonfiction row and had to look around a dumpy lady that just stood there in front of the section that I wanted.
“Go to the bathroom, first stall,” she said and disappeared.
I of course had to ask permission from Derik.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I whispered. He followed.
I opened the first stall door to a dark blue duffle bag waiting for me on the floor. I quickly opened it and read the short note.
“Change into these clothes, immediately, walk out the front door and get into the waiting cab.”
This was well thought out. I stuck a piece of the bubble gum in my mouth and started chewing to soften it up. I sprayed the cheap perfume that I was sure Derik would catch a whiff of, and pulled on the long black wig. I was glad that my hair was up and didn’t have to waste time on the hair with the provided hair tie.
“What the hell is this?” I wondered, pulling out a thin sleeve of some sort. I pulled it on, and it literally looked like I had a tattooed sleeve from my fingers to my shoulder. I quickly undressed placing my expensive pant suit in the bag. The jeans were old, ratty, and way too big.