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rumors they fled to Mexico to live with family.”
Confused, Ronan asked, “So what happened next?”
“ They were only in jail a few hours. Ron and my ex were given a year of community service.”
Ronan stood up from the bed, pushing a hand through his hair and saying, “Christ! Community service for rape and domestic abuse! That’s not a punishment. It does not fit the crime.”
“ That’s California law. Each case is different, Ronan.”
“ Wait. There is no way that would be the punishment.” He paused, turning away from me. “No, Holliday. There’s something you’re not telling me.” He looked back at me, calmly asking, “What are you holding back, Holliday?”
I swallowed hard, muttering, “I didn’t press charges for the rape or the beating. No jail time was served by my attackers for the crime.”
“ What? Why not? Holliday, that’s fucking stupid! Rape, that’s a serious crime!”
Tears started flowing down my cheeks. Ronan dropped to his knees beside the bed. Clutching my hands, he said, “Oh God. Holliday please, I’m sorry. Forgive me, I’m not yelling at you. Please stop crying. My heart can’t take this, seeing you cry.”
Releasing me from his grip, I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand and said, “I know it was stupid, but Ronan he threatened me. He said if I told anyone he’d hunt me down and find me.” I stammered a bit and then cleared my throat. “When I got out of the hospital, he paid me a visit at my house. In that moment he told me he would kill me. He said he knew of plenty of places in Death Valley to bury a body and no one would ever find me.”
Ronan had become angry. His nostrils flared as he clenched his teeth. Letting out a loud scream of frustration, he attempted to throw the San Pellegrino bottle against the wall, but all he did was wildly wave it through the air.
I went on to explain to Ronan how I told my mom to sell my house and that I wanted to live with Charlotte in New York City. Actually, Charlotte ordered me to come to New York City, and I was all too happy to leave California behind. I covered my face and began crying again. Once he heard my sniffling sobs he placed the bottle on the nightstand, crawled into the bed and held me. He rocked me until I finally fell asleep in his arms.
When I woke up it was a little after eight. Ronan was sitting on the bed next to me in a pair of blue pajama bottoms reading The Hollywood Reporter on his iPad.
“ Hey sleepyhead, how was your nap?” he inquired softly, kissing my cheek.
“ I need to get home. I have to go to work tomorrow,” I said half-dazed.
“ No beauty, you’re staying here with me tonight.”
“ Ronan, I can’t. I don’t have anything to wear. No pajamas, no clothes for tomorrow, and I don’t have any of my beauty products or my toothbrush.”
“ I called your sister, Charlotte, nice gal by the way,” he said with a wink. “I persuaded her that you would need a few items, and she packed you a bag. I also called my girl at Saks and had her put together some special items for you. Go into the bathroom. You’ll find all of the things you need to stay the night with me, and if you don’t have something let me know. I will send Dean out for it.”
My mouth dropped open. Ronan sweetly lifted my chin, pressing my lips back together and let out a soft chuckle in doing so. I slipped on a black lace silk chemise that Ronan had neatly laid out for me at the end of the bed and walked into the bathroom. He had purchased all my beauty care products, including my favorite peppermint lotion and shower gel. All the items that Charlotte packed for me were hanging neatly in the closet along with the green Burberry dress that I’d tossed aside like garbage my first night with Ronan. I opened the top drawer to find the loveliest colors of lace, silk and even cotton undies with a few matching bras.
“ Now when you stay with me you don’t have to pack a toiletries bag,” he
Confused, Ronan asked, “So what happened next?”
“ They were only in jail a few hours. Ron and my ex were given a year of community service.”
Ronan stood up from the bed, pushing a hand through his hair and saying, “Christ! Community service for rape and domestic abuse! That’s not a punishment. It does not fit the crime.”
“ That’s California law. Each case is different, Ronan.”
“ Wait. There is no way that would be the punishment.” He paused, turning away from me. “No, Holliday. There’s something you’re not telling me.” He looked back at me, calmly asking, “What are you holding back, Holliday?”
I swallowed hard, muttering, “I didn’t press charges for the rape or the beating. No jail time was served by my attackers for the crime.”
“ What? Why not? Holliday, that’s fucking stupid! Rape, that’s a serious crime!”
Tears started flowing down my cheeks. Ronan dropped to his knees beside the bed. Clutching my hands, he said, “Oh God. Holliday please, I’m sorry. Forgive me, I’m not yelling at you. Please stop crying. My heart can’t take this, seeing you cry.”
Releasing me from his grip, I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand and said, “I know it was stupid, but Ronan he threatened me. He said if I told anyone he’d hunt me down and find me.” I stammered a bit and then cleared my throat. “When I got out of the hospital, he paid me a visit at my house. In that moment he told me he would kill me. He said he knew of plenty of places in Death Valley to bury a body and no one would ever find me.”
Ronan had become angry. His nostrils flared as he clenched his teeth. Letting out a loud scream of frustration, he attempted to throw the San Pellegrino bottle against the wall, but all he did was wildly wave it through the air.
I went on to explain to Ronan how I told my mom to sell my house and that I wanted to live with Charlotte in New York City. Actually, Charlotte ordered me to come to New York City, and I was all too happy to leave California behind. I covered my face and began crying again. Once he heard my sniffling sobs he placed the bottle on the nightstand, crawled into the bed and held me. He rocked me until I finally fell asleep in his arms.
When I woke up it was a little after eight. Ronan was sitting on the bed next to me in a pair of blue pajama bottoms reading The Hollywood Reporter on his iPad.
“ Hey sleepyhead, how was your nap?” he inquired softly, kissing my cheek.
“ I need to get home. I have to go to work tomorrow,” I said half-dazed.
“ No beauty, you’re staying here with me tonight.”
“ Ronan, I can’t. I don’t have anything to wear. No pajamas, no clothes for tomorrow, and I don’t have any of my beauty products or my toothbrush.”
“ I called your sister, Charlotte, nice gal by the way,” he said with a wink. “I persuaded her that you would need a few items, and she packed you a bag. I also called my girl at Saks and had her put together some special items for you. Go into the bathroom. You’ll find all of the things you need to stay the night with me, and if you don’t have something let me know. I will send Dean out for it.”
My mouth dropped open. Ronan sweetly lifted my chin, pressing my lips back together and let out a soft chuckle in doing so. I slipped on a black lace silk chemise that Ronan had neatly laid out for me at the end of the bed and walked into the bathroom. He had purchased all my beauty care products, including my favorite peppermint lotion and shower gel. All the items that Charlotte packed for me were hanging neatly in the closet along with the green Burberry dress that I’d tossed aside like garbage my first night with Ronan. I opened the top drawer to find the loveliest colors of lace, silk and even cotton undies with a few matching bras.
“ Now when you stay with me you don’t have to pack a toiletries bag,” he
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