Chapter Fourteen
Protest
I had never been to JD’s apartment on my own, and had no idea what he’d think if I showed up unannounced. A sign of how much I trusted him revealed itself in my fear-laden elevator ride to his floor. I imagined a half-dressed woman in his bedroom, waiting for him to return to her once he dealt with the crazed female at his front door. Her hair would be mussed, her clothes in disarray, her lipstick smeared across her face, with the smell of semen from her f****d cunt hanging obscenely in the air. I cleared my head of the vision as I walked the corridor to his apartment, but the emotions of terror and hurt remained.
“I need you now,” I said when JD answered my knock.
His look of concern eased my worries. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he held the door wide for me t
