(This story has a slow start, so if you're looking for something quick and sex filled, it might not be for you, or just jump to the sex filled parts! Promise it will get better later on!)
It's funny how things work sometimes. While I was confined to the house for awhile in the beginning of a pandemic, I started playing an online game. You know, one of those games where you end up bored with a bunch of other weirdos like yourself, and sometimes, you end up talking to those people. That's how I met some of the most amazing people in my life now. My favorite two, were Angie and Emma.
Angie was from Florida, unhappily married to a controlling asshole, who we suspected of being abusive. Emma was from New York, seemingly happy with her boyfriend, but didn't talk about him all too much. Both swing both ways and like girls, so it made it easy to talk to them. Me, my name is Olivia, most call me Liv, and I'm a lesbian from Jersey.
We would talk about pretty much everything, sex lives, issues with work or partners, ridiculous conversations about pretty much anything. On occasion, we would get drunk, voice chat, and send each other sexy or nude pics... which was probably always more of a treat for me than them. I'm not unattractive, by any means, but those two are just stunning!
I am a very overprotective person to begin with, and have a habit of what I call "putting on my superhero cape" a bit often. We all became a bit protective and close to each other over the span of about a year. Always making plans to get together, but never quite having the right timing in our crazy lives. Until one day, all of that changed.
It seemed like a normal night for us. Playing our game, chatting with the rest, when Emma and I received a call from Angie. She was sobbing, and all you could hear was yelling in the background.
"It's Larry. He's been hitting me. He came home drunk again, and started throwing me around. I'm locked in the bathroom, and he's trashing the house and pounding on the door. If I call the police, he'll get out and kill me! I don't have anyone out here and I don't know what to do!"
We knew two things. We needed to calm her down, and we needed to get her out. I asked Emma to keep talking to her while I figured things out.
There was a previous time where Larry had left for business for a week, and refused to leave her more than minimal money, and since he didn't let her work, she didn't have enough to even eat for the time he was gone. I had her secretly go to a bank and set up an account so I could send her enough money to get by, telling her to hide the bank card in case it was needed later. I've always gotten some weird vibes from people, and keep back up plans in case. I'm weird like that.
"Ok. Angie, breathe, and listen to me... do you still have that secret account set up, and access to the card? A simple 'yes' will work if he is too close by for more info."
"He's throwing things around the kitchen," Angie said between breaths, "I hid the card in a planter outside. He doesn't know."
"Ok honey, stay calm for a few more minutes. I'll get you out. I need to get off the call for a minute though," I said calmly, "Emma, stay on with her in case he tries for the bathroom door again."
I hang up and instant transfer $2,000 into her account. My own anxiety kicking in, I take a few deep breaths.
I text Emma: Up for a road trip? I have a plan, I'm going to get her either way.
Emma: I'm down. Can't let you go alone. Let me throw a bag together and I'll be at your house in about an hour. Can you hop back on the phone with her so I can drive?
Me: yes. Hopping back on now. See you soon.
I get back on the call with Angie, and Emma has her pretty calm. She has that way about her. I'm all panic and plans, but can sound like I'm level headed about it.
"Angie, I need you to answer some questions for me. A simple yes or no are fine if you can't say more."
"It's ok," Angie says, "he's blasting music while slamming things around now. He hasn't tried the door. Probably waiting me out."
"Well, that won't work for him. I transferred money into the account. There's plenty and I have more. Do you have a ride share app on your phone that isn't linked to him? Also, do you have your ID on you by any chance?"
"No, but I can get one. Yes, it's in my pocket still from earlier, thank god. What am I doing?! He's just going to come after me! I shouldn't involve you!"
"Ang, I'm already involved. You're gonna come stay with me. Emma is on her way to my house, and we're coming to get you. Is there a window you can get out of without being noticed?"
"Yes, but how am I going to get into a car with him like this? They'll drive away, Liv!"
"Listen to me very carefully. You're going to climb out the window, then quietly and quickly run to a location he won't look for you at. Find a store to go into, anything, then use that address for the ride. Pick a location as far north as you think they will drive you. If it's a female, offer her money and a small explanation to drive you further north and find a hotel. Women are usually more willing to help. You're going to have to get off the phone to run, but call me back the instant you feel safe. It should only be a few minutes if he doesn't know you left. I'll be right here waiting on your call, and I'll call back if I feel it's taking too long to check on you."
"I'm scared, but ready. All I have on are jeans and a t shirt and it's a bit cold. Is it ok if I can find a jacket or something to buy?"
"Of course, love. That's a good idea. Ang, I love you, and you're going to be okay. I promise."
"Ok, Liv. I'm going. Love you too, and thanks. Call you in a few."
Those few minutes felt like hours. She called to say she was in a store, got a hoodie, and a female was supposed to be her driver. I had her also buy a charger just in case. Emma would be getting here any minute. She said she was fine to wait for the driver and update me in a bit. Reluctantly, I agreed.
I tossed some clothes in a backpack, grabbed a pillow and blanket, some bottles of water, and tossed it in the back seat of my car as Emma arrived. It was the first time we had actually met in real life, and still ran to hug each other. This isn't what we had planned about the three of us getting together, but so be it.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah. Let's go get our girl," she said, tossing her bag in the car.
"Ok, I'm good to drive pretty much most of it. I have Red Bull and water, let me know if and when we need to stop for snacks or anything," I told her, "until we get her to an actual location, we're just driving towards her. Please try to call or text her every so often for updates."
