A gun would’ve been nice, or a baseball bat. Maybe pepper spray. Knife? I knew how to use them all. For the most part, my dad drove me crazy growing up. He was overprotective, overbearing, controlling … paranoid. Just paranoid enough to spend a certain amount of time teaching his girls to look at anything and everything as a potential weapon. Even books. God bless Stephen King, because the hardback I’d found wedged between the wrought-iron headboard and the wall was fucking huge. It had obviously been back there for a hell of a long time, too. Totally covered with dust. I didn’t feel a moment of guilt as I slammed it down onto Liam’s head, just savage satisfaction. I wasn’t under any illusion that this was a stellar escape plan. The odds were against me. But if I managed to hit him just right, I might be able to knock him out long enough to cuff him. Then I’d only have Skid to deal with.
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