Free Cursed Love: Cursed Love (Cursed, #1) by t. h. snyder

was a miserable way to live and I thank God every second for giving me the will to fight through and break free once and for all.
    I just pray that he never finds me.
    The night I left, I was scared out of my mind. I’d been planning my escape for weeks, worried that the smallest thing would go wrong. I ran through the checklist of things I had to do a million times. I had everything down perfectly, so I had hoped.
    It was the middle of the week and Rick was taking us to the Grand Slam Club just as he always did on a Wednesday night.
    It was my least favorite night of the week because he had me scheduled to tend to four of his regular guys.
    When it came time for him to slip me my pill for the night, I took it like a good girl and he didn’t force me. I held it under my tongue until he turned to reach for the glass of water on the countertop. Rather than swallowing it like I was supposed to do, I slipped it into my cleavage to save it for later that night.
    I did what I had to do to get through the night, minus the help of drugs. Each guy enjoyed the oral pleasures I provided and even gave Rick a tip for my new blue hair color he’d chosen for me.
    He was happier than a pig in shit, and I knew he’d take it easy on me when I got home for my good behavior at the club.
    We got back to our place a little after three in the morning and Rick went straight to the bedroom. I went to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water and slipped in the pill I’d been hiding in my boobs all night. Stirring the water with my finger ‘til it was clear, I took it into the room and handed it to him with three Advil. He chugged it down without a second thought and laid his rugged body in the center of the bed.
    Changing into my yoga pants and tank top, I watched as he fell into a deep sleep.
    The vision of safety played through my mind as adrenaline spiked within my veins. I was nervous, anxious, and scared all at the same time.
    That was my moment—my time to break out of the vicious abuse cycle he was putting me through day in and day out. I had no other choice but to leave and save myself.
    I already had my suitcase packed and hidden in the laundry chute of the apartment complex. All I needed to do was grab the stash of cash hidden in the toilet tank and make a run for it.
    I didn’t have a car since Rick had sold mine, so I had to run all the way to the bus stop to pick up a ride.
    By the time I reached my destination, my chest was heaving and sweat was falling from my forehead.
    Trying to steady my nerves and calm my breathing, I bought my ticket and boarded the Greyhound Bus to the next city. My hopes were that I’d be far enough from Oregon by the time he woke up from his drugged and drunken haze.
    Not knowing what he did when he found me missing still sends chills through my body. If he ever comes to find me I can guarantee that he’ll kill me. Not only did his money maker pick up and leave him, but I also left with his cash.
    Once I hit the next city on my route, I searched for a car that would get me cross-country. I didn’t need anything fancy, just something that would help me get further away.
    Lucky for me, I found a used black Nissan Sentra with a For Sale by Owner sign in the windshield. I found a payphone, called the number, and within a few hours I had my ride to safety.
    As I look back on the last few weeks of my life, I’m proud of myself. Now it’s time to move on with my life and start fresh.
    I still can’t believe I’m looking at this place today. I’m a single girl with one small suitcase; why the hell would I need a two bedroom townhouse?
    At this point, I’m not going to stress about the size of the place. If it’s livable and cheap…it’s for me.
    Pulling up to the address Daulton gave me, I park my car along the curb behind a charcoal colored sports car.
    I look up to the house off the road to make sure I have the right address. This place looks way too nice for the price he’s charging me in