Free Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4 by Breanna Hayse Page A

remember your
promise to take me shoe shopping. And as long as Michael doesn’t use his
transmitter and twin powers to find me, I should be safe from him. I’ll call
you when I can.”
    Sam dressed in a miniskirt; then changed her mind after
viewing herself in the large mirror. There were some nasty bruises that no one
would need to see – nor did she feel like having to explain how they got
there. With an exasperated sigh, she painfully donned tight hip-hugging jeans
and a halter top. She again surveyed her appearance and smiled. This should get
some attention!
    After retrieving the spare keys and some money from Michael’s
dresser drawer, she grabbed a six-pack of wine coolers and a bottle of brandy. Nasty
stuff, she thought as she sniffed it. She climbed into the Hummer and took off
to the game. As she predicted, Bob was there sitting in the midst of several
girls. He waved to her, pointing to the bench next to him.
    “My pretty Samantha. How are you today?”
    “Okay. Had another huge fight with my dad. No biggie.”
    “Is that your truck? Nice vehicle. Pricey.”
    “No, it’s my father’s. He took the Jag to work after trying
to stop me from coming today. He doesn’t let me drive very much, mainly because
he worships his stupid cars. I found the spare keys and here I am.”
    “Daddy has some money, huh?”
    “Yeah, but he’s cheap. He spends it on his toys,” she lied. She
hated making up bad stories about her beloved father. He walked on water as far
as she was concerned. “Like I said, he is a total douchebag about these damn
cars. Maybe because I’m a girl. He lets my brother drive them.”
    “You need to buy your own car.”
    “Yeah, right, on $25 bucks a week. I’ll just use his when he’s
not around. He’ll never know.”
    Bob continued to inquire about her dysfunctional family life,
miserable school situation and sense of loneliness for companionship. He also
discovered she had been expelled from her old school back east because of ‘inappropriate
behavior’ under the bleachers. Something Daddy still didn’t want to face. By
the end of the game, he mentioned his business proposition.
    “What would you say if you could make 300 bucks an hour?”
    “I’d say bring it on.”
    “Are you going to the party? I’ll tell you my plan.”
    “I’ll be there.”
    Her cell phone rang at 5:30 pm with Michael checking in on
her. Fortunately, she was in the Hummer when the call was forwarded from the
house line. She pretended to be groggy and wanting to return to sleep, grumping
because he woke her. He apologized profusely with a sincere promise not to wake
her again unless he absolutely had to. She growled out a ‘thank you’ and hung
up the phone. Sam felt her stomach lurch with guilt – deceit was not in
her nature, especially with those she loved. This whole thing would take more
than shoe shopping to make her feel right again!
    “Please forgive me, boys,” she whispered aloud, taking a swig
of the brandy. Nasty stuff, she
thought as she gagged. I don’t know why
Daddy and Scott like it. She saw Bob exiting his car in the driveway of the
house and waved at him. Just then, she drove onto the curb and plowed the front
left corner of the Hummer into a large tree.
    Bob came running over. “Oh shit! Are you okay?”
    “You should see me parallel park. Oops. I guess I misjudged
the curb a little bit.” She giggled, taking another swig of the brandy and forcing
herself not to flinch. “Oh boy, this is not good. I really fucked up the truck
huh?”
    “I’ll say. It’s going to cost some dough to fix it. You don’t
want to call the cops for an insurance report, they’ll bust you for drinking.”
    “Damn, I didn’t think of that.” Yes, she did. “What am I
going to do? Dad is going to kill me.”
    “I really should call the police,” Bob commented. Good, he
was going to blackmail her, just as she hoped. She grabbed her wrist, rubbing
the ‘watch’; the transmitter started recording