Chapter Nine
He hovered above her, his face so close she could smell
garlic. She tried to pull her arms from his grasp, but he held her down. He
laughed, taunting her as she struggled to free herself. She screamed and yet nothing
came out. His huge meaty hand covered her nose and mouth, smothering her.
Bolting upright, gasping for breath, Addie looked around
the room. She’d been dreaming, her legs tangled in the blanket. Kicking at the
massive lump, she pushed the phantom attacker to the floor. She scooted up, her
back pressing into the wall as she hugged her legs. She rocked back and forth,
frantic. She couldn’t turn her brain off. Images crowded it, fighting for
dominance. His face, the knife, her face, the blood, Drake’s face. Then there
was Ms. Hollister standing behind ever
