He Was Struck

Lucy halted in her search and her pupils expanded. She quickly went to the door and started banding on it. "Jonah, I know you're there. Please you have to open it. My bag is downstairs. I have to take my bag!"

She yelled at the top of her voice hoping he would hear her out. She had left her bag downstairs while fighting out of his hold. And her phone was in it. She had to get her phone. She needed it. If she couldn't reach Gina, she would call her brothers and tell them what was happening.

Unlike her parents, her brothers were going to believe her words. They wouldn't let her parents do this to her. Hadn't her big brother asked whether she was happy with Greg? They must have sensed something was off. And she had to make them believe that.