Cross Her Heart (Bree Taggert #1)

Cross Her Heart (Bree Taggert #1)

Melinda Leigh



CHAPTER ONE

Grey’s Hollow, New York, January 1993

“911. What is your emergency?” the lady asked.

Bree was shaking so hard. She could barely hold the phone to her ear. “Mommy and Daddy are fighting.” A slap sounded down the hall, and Bree flinched. “Would you send the police?”

“The police are coming,” the lady said. “I’m going to talk with you until they arrive.”

“OK.” Bree sniffed and wiped her nose with her sleeve. Snot was running down her face. She hated to cry in front of Daddy. It just made him madder, but she couldn’t help it.

“What’s your name?”

“Bree,” she said in a small voice. She didn’t think Daddy would hear her, but if he did, then Bree would get the same as Mommy. She looked down the hall. Her parents’ door was open, and Daddy was yelling. She couldn’t hear all the words, but she knew he was saying mean things and calling Mommy names. She heard another smacking sound and her mother started to sob. “He’s hitting Mommy.”

“Where are they?”

“In their bedroom.”

Erin came out into the hall. She held her stuffed bunny by one ear and dragged him as she walked toward Mommy and Daddy’s room.

“Erin, don’t go in there!” Bree called as loud as she dared, but it came out as a whisper. She didn’t want Daddy to hear.

“Who is Erin?” the lady asked.

“My little sister,” Bree answered. “Erin, come here!”

“How old is she?”

“Four. I’m eight. I have to look after her. Mommy said so.”

“You’re eight years old.” The lady coughed.

Bree went down the hall toward her sister, but the phone cord wasn’t long enough. “I can’t reach her.” She held the phone tight. She didn’t want to put it down. She yelled, “Erin!”

Her sister turned her head. Erin wasn’t crying, but her eyes were real big, and she’d wet her pajamas. When her sister turned around and walked toward her, the air whooshed from Bree’s chest, and stars danced in front of her eyes. She pulled Erin down the hall and into the kitchen with her.

“I got her,” Bree said to the lady.

In the third bedroom, the baby began to scream. His doorway was right across from Mommy and Daddy’s. His crying made Bree’s tummy hurt. Daddy would get madder.

“Is that your sister crying?” the lady asked.

“No. I got a baby brother.” Bree didn’t want Daddy in the room with Mommy, but she didn’t want him to come out either. “I have to go get him. I have to make him be quiet.” Bree turned to her sister. “Stay here.”

Before she could go to the baby’s room, Daddy came into the hall. His face was red, and his eyes were small and mean. Mommy was right behind him. Her mouth was bleeding, and her neck had red marks all around it.

“Stop.” Mommy grabbed Daddy by the arm. “I’ll get him.”

Daddy spun and slapped her across the face.

Bree yelled, “Stop hitting Mommy!”

But he didn’t. He smacked her again.

The baby screamed, and Daddy turned toward his room.

“What’s happening, Bree?” the lady asked.

“Daddy’s gonna get the baby.” Bree didn’t know what to do. She was so scared, her belly cramped, and her legs shook. Her sister crawled under the kitchen table. “Please send the police.”

“They’re coming, Bree,” the lady said. “It’s going to be OK.”

“Stop it!” Mommy jumped on Daddy’s back and started hitting him. “Don’t you touch him.”

Daddy spun real fast, knocking Mommy into the wall. She fell off his back onto the hallway floor. He turned away from the baby’s doorway. His face was dark, madder than Bree had ever seen him. He lunged toward Mommy, his fingers curling around her arm and yanking her to her feet. Then he dragged her back into their room.

“I have to go. I have to get the baby now.” Bree put the phone down. She could hear the lady talking as she tiptoed into the baby’s room. Red-faced and screaming, her baby brother stood in his crib, his little hands hooked over the top rail.

“Shhh.” Bree picked him up and put him on her hip. “You got to be quiet.”

As she carried him out, she looked into her parents’ room. Daddy held Mommy against the wall with one hand. In the other, he held a gun. Bree froze for a second. Her whole body went cold, and she almost peed her pants.

Then she backed away and ran down the hall as fast as she could. The baby stopped crying as he bounced on her hip. He buried his face in her shoulder and hiccupped. She hurried past the phone on the floor. The lady was calling her name, but Bree didn’t have time to talk to her.

She stopped next to the kitchen table and called Erin.

Her sister crawled out from under the table. “Bree?”

“Come on,” Bree whispered. “We got to hide.”

“I’m scared,” Erin said.

“I know where to go. It’ll be OK.” Bree grabbed Erin by the arm and pulled her out the kitchen door.

Erin resisted. “Promise?”

Shifting the baby aside, Bree drew a tiny X in the middle of her own chest. “Cross my heart.”

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