Free Broken: The MISTAKEN Series Complete Second Season by Renna Peak Page B

only a muted sound came from my mouth. There was something covering it; duct tape, maybe. I looked around the room, trying to see if there was something, anything, that might be able to help me to remove my bonds. But it was empty. There was nothing but the bed and the table.
    I rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud, feeling a bruise already starting to form on my hip where I landed. Pain didn’t matter, though; I had to get to that door. I tried to stretch out my legs, which was not comfortable, but not really painful, either. It was awkward and weird, having my hands tied like that to my ankles, my body almost in a jackknife. I suddenly was thankful that Mel had dragged me to all those yoga sessions. It probably would have hurt like hell to be stretched out like that if I wasn’t at least a little bit flexible. I tried to wiggle my way over to the door, still not sure how I’d get it open if I did manage to get there. I forced myself to bounce and looked down at my dress that was now hiked around my waist.
    My panties were gone.
    I screeched against the tape covering my mouth, then tried to calm myself. I couldn’t let myself get hysterical; I just needed to get to that door. Someone had to help me. Someone would recognize me, maybe, take pity on my sorry, naked ass. Something inside of me told me that I was on my own, that I was the only person who could help myself. I didn’t even know where I was—inside some house? I couldn’t tell.
    I was almost to the door when it opened on its own. Daniel stood in the doorway, a syringe in his hand.
    He shook his head, looking down at me. There was definitely a look of pity on his face, but I knew somewhere inside of me that he wasn’t there to help. “Damn it, Jenna, I didn’t want to have to give you any more of this.”

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    I barely made it on the red eye to Baltimore. Thank God I was in L.A. and there were red eye flights to almost everywhere on earth. It was the only positive thing I could think of, and I was trying hard to stay positive. Jen was in trouble and I… I hurt. I didn’t want to admit it, but I hurt. There was the physical pain, sure. But knowing what was going to happen to her if I didn’t make it in time… It made my heart ache in my chest, just adding to the pain that was already pulsing through me.
    I should have tried to sleep, give myself a little bit more of the energy that I knew I would need as soon as we landed. Another hour on this damned airplane. I should have just tried to book a private jet; I was sure that was what Daniel had done. God, I couldn’t believe I had fallen for it. I left her alone and vulnerable. Anything that happened would be my fault. Christ, if he hurt her, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
    I couldn’t let myself think about it. I was on the plane there now and I knew where she would be. He was too dumb not to take her to the same safe house. Daniel would take her there because he thought I was stuck in the hospital with tubes sticking out of every orifice of my body, not that that hadn’t been true up until a few hours ago.
    “I like your shirt.” The kid sitting next to me on the plane was looking up at me with big eyes. His mother, I assumed, was asleep next to him.
    I pulled my suit jacket closed, trying to hide the damned Mickey Mouse head. Every store that sold clothes at LAX had been closed that late at night, and the only newspaper stand that was still open only had Disney t-shirts for sale, nothing without some Disney character on it. I had turned the shirt inside out, but it was still pretty obvious what was on it.
    I looked down at the kid. He was only four or five with brown hair, almost the same color as Jen’s. “Thanks, kid.”
    “My name’s Mason. What’s yours?” He looked up at me with his big, blue eyes.
    I felt a pang in my stomach. He could be my kid. Our kid, mine and Jen’s. I looked down at him again. I could see it, that he looked like a baby we would