She pulled me up by force. My legs could barely hold me. She pushed me into the car.
The car drove straight past the hospital. Straight toward a hotel.
I watched the road with growing alarm.
"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?"
She just smiled, something secretive curling at the corners of her mouth, and dragged my weakened body out of the car and into a room.
The door swung open. Inside stood a group of burly men, leering, their faces twisted with ugly intent.
Roberta let out a piercing scream, ripped her own clothes, smashed her own forehead against the doorframe until it bled, and bolted out of the room.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Miss Sawyer! I won't fight you for him! I won't fight you for anything! Please stop hitting me!"
Every instinct in my body screamed danger. I forced myself upright, reaching for her, trying to grab hold of her.
Before I could steady myself, the door was kicked open.
Clay took in the scene. Me. The men behind me.
His eyes went red.
His hand whipped across my face.
"Lydia! Do you have a death wish?!"
"Not only do you refuse to repent, now you're trying to destroy Roberta?! You'd go this far to ruin her?! How can you be this vicious?!"
"I didn't!"