Free The Season of Sin (Peace In The Storm Publishing Presents) by Stacy-Deanne Page A

from here. I just need someone to help me. Please. I beg you.”
    Something didn’t seem right but she had to help him. If she were desperate she’d want someone to help her. What goes around comes around.  She might be in the same situation one day.  She couldn’t let her fear stop her from helping his baby.
    “Okay.” She overlooked him and prayed in silence.  “Get in.”
    He directed her from Shannon’s apartment building to a homely area not far away with raggedy streets and abandoned apartment buildings. Her trembling hands made it difficult to drive but she didn’t let on.
    “Down there.”
    She went across the train tracks and ended up on a street with graffiti-stained houses and buildings with boards on the windows and doors.
    “That’s my van.” He gestured to a crusty van parked on the street between dilapidated row houses.
    He jumped out when she stopped. She almost choked on the stench of weed and mildew in the air.
    She didn’t do drugs but knew how weed smelled thanks to Bruce. Back in the day he’d done marijuana like a religion. She’d broken him of that. Too bad she couldn’t change all his bad habits.
    She got to the van.
    “Come on.” The man climbed inside. The van rocked from his weight. “Come on. She’s in these blankets.”
    “Is she okay?” Dylan crawled in on her knees.  “Is she breathing?”
    He bundled a bunch of blankets in the corner of the van.
    Dylan crawled past garden tools and pieces of metal. “Is she all right?”
    “Yeah.” He reached his hand back. “I need you to put your hand under her head.  You know how to hold a baby right? Give me your hand.”
    She hesitated.
    His voice seemed more relaxed than before. Calm as if he’d never been crying.
    “Give me your hand.” He wiggled his fingers.
    She glanced over his shoulder.  He’d piled blankets on top of each other.
    Not a baby in sight.
    She backed away. “What…what is this?”
    He grabbed her arm. “You’re not going anywhere.”
    “Let me go. What are you doing?”
    “You and me are gonna have some fun. Hmm?”
    “No.” She crawled back. “Stay away from me.”
    “Come on.” He pulled her to him.  “We’ll have tons of fun.”
    “Someone help me!” She jiggled the handle on the sliding side door.
    “I’ll help you.” He bent her wrist back.
    “Owww!”
    He slid the door shut. “You’re staying for this party whether you want to or not.” He held her against him. “You’re so pretty.” He gripped her butt with one hand and her neck with the other.
    “No!” She twisted in his arms.  “Someone help me please!”
    He flung her one way.  She swung herself the other.
    “No!” She reached for the shovel behind the driver’s seat.
    “Be still huh?” He sucked her neck and moved his hands inside her coat.
    “No!” She struck his chest.  “Help!”
    “Don’t bother yelling.” He threw her down flat and got on top. “It’s just you and me out here. We have plenty of time to have some fun.”
    “No!  Noo!” She sobbed and kicked.  “Nooo!”
    “Come on.” He tried to pull her coat off her shoulders but her movements stopped him from getting a good grip. “Settle down and you might like it.” 
    His weight pinned her as if she were under bricks and steel.
    “Help me!” Dylan swatted but he held her arms down. “Please!  Stop! Don’t do this!”
    His stiff crotch poked her thighs.
    “Settle down or I’ll hit you!”
    She almost choked from his rank breath.
    “You wanted to be so helpful before didn’t you? Ha, ha! You fell for it didn’t you?”
    “Stop!  Get off me! Help!”
    He stuck a small knife under her chin. “I said be quiet. I’m gonna do you so good, baby.” He unzipped her pants.
    “No!”
    “I’ll show you what a real man is all about.”
    “Get off!” She got one arm free. She swung it around. She didn’t know what she hit but she kept reaching. The shovel fell over. The hoe plopped into the front seat.  She knocked over a