Page 90 of Savage for You

Man, if this baby doesn’t like Dr. Pepper for the rest of this pregnancy, I don’t know how I’ll get through it. I know I’m being dramatic as fuck. But Dr. Pepper is life, okay?

I'm feeling sick so I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. After locking myself in a stall, I fall to my knees and empty my stomach. I’m feeling absolutely awful all of a sudden. What the fuck, that’s weird. I felt fine before, but maybe I just need to eat again. I finish emptying my stomach, but now I’m feeling dizzy, and my body feels heavy like I’m walking in slow motion. I need to find Rocky and tell him because I think something is wrong. I need to go to the hospital.

This cannot be happening.

I stagger out of the bathroom, feeling very out of it and bump into someone. He’s talking to me, but I can't understand what he’s saying. I look up at him and I think he looks familiar but whatever’s in my system is making my vision blurry.

“Rocky, I want Rocky,” I slur my words.

“Shh, it's all going to be okay,” he whispers in my ear.

“No, I want Rocky. Please.”

“I’ll take you to him. I saw him leave the club with some blonde girl.”

“What? No.”

“Let’s go, baby girl.”

All the air leaves my lungs hearing that nickname. Dylan. He’s not going to take me too Rocky.

I need to protect myself and my baby but I left my phone and purse on the table. How could I be so fucking stupid?

Addison.

She’s the reason I’m feeling like this. That bitch must have drugged me.

“I’ve been waiting to get you alone, Montana. I need you to hear me out. We belong together.”

“No! No, Dylan. Please don’t do this. You will find someone else. I’m not the one for you. You’re not the one for me. Please.” I’m trying to talk some sense into him, but I think I’m slurring my words and I just keep going in and out of consciousness. I want to fall asleep, but I know if I do, then it's over. I need to fight—for me and my baby.

We’re walking out of the club—more like he’s “helping” me—and security in Las Vegas is shit. There’s no one else around for me to call for help. This is bullshit. Someone should have stopped and asked if I was okay. I cannot believe this is happening to me. This isn’t how the night was supposed to go.

We’re walking back to a hotel, and I’m trying to be slow on purpose, but also, I feel like throwing up. I can’t fall asleep. I will not let him touch me; I don’t want his touch. Just the thought makes me even more sick to my stomach.

Rocky, where are you? Don’t you know I’m not there anymore?

I start to cry. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I don’t want him to hurt my baby, but he doesn’t know I’m pregnant. Dylan has lost his mind.

“Please, Dyl, please don’t do this. Let me go and we can forget it,” I choke out.

I feel myself nearly fall but he’s picking me up and carrying me bridal style, then picks up his pace.

I can't get him to stop this madness, or anyone to help me. This is crazy.

We’re back in a hotel now and as he struts in, acting like nothing is wrong, even though I can barely lift my head.

“She had a bit too much to drink. Taking my girlfriend up to bed.” He laughs with someone. I hear everything going on around me, but my body is failing me.

We get to the elevator, and he sets me down once we’re inside.

I get an instant wave of nausea and I empty my stomach all over the floor, including on his shoes. My body is trying to reject whatever the fuck is in my system.

“What the fuck, Montana?”

Slap.

He hit me. I cannot believe he fucking hit me. Gripping my face, I feel myself slipping into sleep. Please, Rocky save us.