RESCUED

Time with a Stranger

CHAPTER 2

Lynette Pov

Ray approached me, extending his arms towards my shoulders with a smile on his lips as he fiddled with my hair.

"Can we leave now?" he asked, making his way across the room to grab my bag.

I could feel that something was off at the moment.

His strange behavior was alarming.

I was mentally prepared for the worst in every situation.

Ray always gets what he wants and no one dares to say no to him.

"Mom, I'm leaving," I announced loudly, eager to hear her response as Ray honked the car's horn repeatedly.

I hurriedly made my way to the car, avoiding eye contact with him throughout the drive.

Thankfully, it wasn't a long ride, as I was tired from having to keep a straight face.

"What was that all about, Lynette?" he asked furiously, I could feel his anger, his expression twisted in a distasteful manner.

I quickly opened the door and slammed it hard to avoid him unleashing his aggression on me but Ray rushed over to get me as he was too fast.

He grabbed my hand and forcefully pushed me towards the edge of the chair, causing my hands to ache, he hit me so hard making me unable to move.

"You are worthless and cruel, Lynette!" he spat, throwing empty trash cans at me, which landed in the basket.

Tears streamed down my face, unable to believe that things had reached this point. Our arguments usually ended in screaming and yelling, but this was the first time he had ever laid hands on me.

I collapsed as I made my way to my room.

I could not move as my body aches

I managed to pack my clothes that were in the room

"I'm done, Ray!.

I am done with this marriage," I declared, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and weakness

"When you are ready, come sign the divorce papers," I added, refusing to look at him.

"Get out of my sight, you wicked woman!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the table.

"You belong to me, Lynette, and you should be submissive to me!" he continued, remorseless as if he had done nothing wrong.

I ignored his words, my heart weighed down with a heavy burden, unable to say anything more to him.

I hastily packed my belongings, they were too much for me to gather.

Leaving Ray would be the best decision I could make.

"Where do you think you're going? Get back to the room!" Ray yelled in anger.

"A woman who isn't submissive should be treated like a cow," he said

"Well, I am no cow, Ray," I objected.

"I'm done with this. I have fed you, clothed you, and made sure you lacked nothing since I married you."

The burden of paying off your debts alone is something you should be grateful for, Ray.

Alas, that is not the case. Instead, you have chosen to treat me with cruelty.

Ray interrupted me and said, "Enough! You did this, you did that!" as he mocked me with his expression.

Tears continued rolling down my eyes as I slammed the door and left, the weight of my bag pulling at my aching hands.

Glancing at my wristwatch, I realized that it was already late. The streets were dark and quiet, fear creeping up on me as I continued walking. My legs felt hefty, but I had no choice but to keep moving as it was not safe to be out at night.

When I finally reached Mom's place,

I knocked on the door, I knew my mother would be surprised to see me at this hour. But it was the only place I could drop my belongings until I see a place to stay

"Lynette!" my mom exclaimed as she opened the door. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"Why are you here? She asked curiously.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said as I clumsily pulled a chair towards me, trying to rub through my arm to relieve the ache in my arms.

I'm sorry to disturb you at this time of the night.

Mom slowly walked towards me and lifted my face.

"He hit you this time around"? She said as he moved her head in a disappointing manner

"It's over, Lynette. You're not going back there."Seem Ray has turned into a beast! She yelled in disappointment

She pulled me and wrapped her arms around me with a tight embrace and I couldn't hold back my tears. She used her dress and cleaned the tears that ran through my face.

I couldn't utter any words to her.

I realized that I still loved Ray, but I couldn't risk my life for him.

"Do you mind calling 'Humans Rights'?" Mom asked, handing me my phone.

"No, mom. I just want to cool off," I replied.

"I'm going to the club now!"

Take care of yourself, see u in the morning.

I announced as I slammed the door behind me.

Going to the club was not my usual choice, but I needed to cool off

The loud music and chatter filled the air, and everyone seemed to be filled with excitement. The lights were bright and colorful, I was so relieved by the environment.

I made my way to the reception, surrounded by happy couples dancing and laughing as if they had no problems in life

I sat on a couch near the bar, my mind racing with thoughts on how to drink until I was drunk.

"Hello ma'am, what can I get for you?" a waitress with a warm smile asked.

"Just give me some wine," I said as I lifted my head slowly.

The noise was so loud, I couldn't even hear my thoughts.

The loudness of blaring music made conversing impossible.

A glass of wine was enough for me at the moment.

Finally, I thought to myself, Ray is out of my life. I could now revel in my freedom.

As the wine was poured and I took a sip, a deep, masculine voice interrupted my thoughts.

He sat beside me, extending his hand in greeting. Without acknowledging him, I moved to a different seat.

"Can we talk?" he persisted.

"I'm Dante Benny," he exclaimed, "Can we be friends?"

Annoyed, I replied, "I just need some alone time."

"I'm Lynett," I murmured, finishing my wine and requesting another glass. I then realized that I had no money with me. I opted out for the glass of wine.

"Here to clear your mind?" he asked again.

"Yes, I am," I answered, "I have a lot of bills to pay and I want a divorce from my husband."

As I felt myself becoming drowsy, he threw a surprising proposition at me.

"Can we make a deal?" he asked, "Two hundred thousand dollars for a night together?"

Shocked, I muttered, "That money would go a long way for me."

Hope you aren't taking advantage of me.

"I'm not suggesting you're a prostitute," he chuckled, "Just think about it."

"I'm not interested," I retorted, "I am not a prostitute. I'm here to cool off," I said, avoiding his gaze.

"Oh, I'm not a client either," he laughed as he approached me.

Panicked, I stood up and warned, "Stay back!"

"Take my card," he said coolly, "Call me when you're ready."

My legs gave out beneath me as he exited the reception. I was torn between accepting his offer or leaving the place.