Blurred Lines (Behind Closed Doors Book 2) by Erin Cawood Read Free Book Online

driver's alone. He's tall, well over six feet and well built. Something about him raises the hairs on my arms. He's got those jaded dark eyes like the e-fit of the Homicide Highway Murderer. My heart rate quickens as I realize that somehow I'm on the highway. “Need a hand?”
    Boy his voice is creepy! I shake the thought from my head. My fiancé caught the serial killer and now he's locked up. Wayne caught the murderer and he celebrated by making our engagement official. He bought me a ring and everything! So if this isn't a genuine offer of assistance then the Homicide Highway Murderer has escaped from prison and I'm his next victim, obviously.
    “My tire's flat,” I choke on my sobs as I explain, “and I've left my cell at home.” He probably thinks I'm a total freak. Well I am, aren't I? Crying over a flat tire. I mean c'mon, Julia, get a grip! “S'pose I should check the spare.” I lean into the car to get my keys.
    A strong hand wraps around my throat. What the fuck? Panic balls in my stomach as my lungs begin to burn. No air is getting past his fingers. I try to remember some of the self-defense moves Ash taught me in college but I'm just too stunned to react and getting weaker by the second. But this guy was locked up! Wayne had caught him.
    “Do you know where you are?” he asks in the creepy voice all television and movie villains have. Of course, I know where I am. I'm on Homicide Highway and a flat tire was the murderer's calling card. “Soon, your future husband is going to learn he has the wrong man, Miss Anderson.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    My head hurts. My ribs hurt. I'm sore in places I didn't know existed. I'm vaguely aware of the people around me but everything just seems a little bit fuzzy. Everything still feels a little woolly. I don't really want to open my eyes. I know it will hurt more the second I do.
    I am okay really, a few bumps and bruises...and... and oh yeah, there’s something else... and actually... I'm not okay.
    I don't have any more tears left to cry. I want everyone to just go away and leave me alone. But I don't want to be alone. What if he comes back for me? But I know that's crazy. He's locked up. The Homicide Highway Murder is never going to be released from prison. And yet, I still feel the shivers up my spine as though he's watching me lie here, recovering from what he did to me.
    “Why is she still sleeping so much?” Maybe I should open my eyes. Wayne's really worried. I can hear it in his voice. “The doctor said she would be okay after a few days.”
    I don't think I could sleep anymore anyway. The sleeping pills are wearing off and I just see his face all the time. Those spooky hollow eyes that make me want to scream out loud in the dead of night.
    It's just that, right now, I don't want to open my eyes. I don't want to face the reality he's left for me. I don't want to talk to the police again. They made me give thorough statements time and time again. I have no idea how long ago that was. Or how long it's been since Wayne brought me home from the hospital. But now I know I'm taking too long with my recovery. Wayne's on the edge of despair.
    “You need to give her some time.” Sean? Why is Sean here? “She needs to rest. This guy really went to town on her before the highway patrol caught him.”
    Yeah, I should consider myself super lucky the highway patrol came by when they did but somehow my heart doesn't seem to be getting the message. All I do is cry and I cry for the future we’ll never have and the promises Wayne made to me that he can’t keep anymore. Those future sunset strolls on the beach as we watched our children play in the sand, because there'll be no children for us and that’s my fault. I accepted help from the creepy looking stranger who strangled me and then beat me and was caught fulfilling his sexual needs with my unconscious body. I shudder.
    “Julia!” Wayne's callous hand tightens around mine.
    “Shush,” I whisper