“Girls don’t like guys who are described as monsters, Delilah.” He took slow, meticulous steps toward me. “Adults don’t like thugs, and colleges don’t like guys who already have restraining orders against them and are in anger management courses. I was labeled a bad seed.”
“You are a bad seed,” I whispered, trying to stand up to him, but knowing he physically would crush me, just as he was emotionally.
It didn’t matter, because I knew.
Adam was here to kill me.
It wasn’t his intent, but there would be no one to stop him this time. My father was always there in the past to make sure it never went that far. After all, he couldn’t ruin his reputation with the town by being implicated in any way with the death of his own daughter.
“What the f**k did you say?” There was a burning, furious flame in his eyes.
He stomped toward me, and I tried to step away but his arm swung back and then forward. I managed to dodge his attack, but didn’t see when it swung back a second time. The back of his hand collided with my jaw, and I stumbled to the ground.
“It was all your f**king fault! You f**king asked for it!”
The taste of blood invaded my mouth. My mind was screaming at me to run as it mapped out different routes I could maneuver in order to get around him.
Before I was even able to stand, his hand reached out, his large fingers circling around my throat. I clawed at his fingers in an effort to get him to release me. It only made him angrier; he pushed me toward the wall and slammed my head against the mirror that was hanging there.
The sting from the glass shards as they cut into my scalp caused me to scream out. Warm beads of blood began to run down my forehead. My vision distorted for a moment from the blow, and I was having trouble telling how close he was to me.
I didn’t waste what little breath I had on screaming. There was no one around to hear me anyway.
“I never did anything,” I managed to choke out, stalling again as I tried to find an opening.
“You provoked me, and you know it!” He pushed me harder into the wall. My nails dug into his forearm and hand, but he still wouldn’t release my throat. “Always walking around like you were better than me when you are nothing.”
My breaths were becoming shallow and my vision was beginning to fade. He must have noticed because his grip relaxed. This gave me enough clarity to see the angle of his body. My leg swung out, landing right between his.
He howled in pain before pulling me away from the wall and throwing me down to the ground, venom spitting from his lips. “Fucking worthless cunt! You’ll pay for that.”
I coughed on the ground as I tried to regain my breath, but I didn’t get very much time before his boot collided with my stomach. I cried out in pain, stars dancing across my eyes, and begged for him to stop.
“Stop? Oh no. You made my life a living hell. You took everything away from me, and I’m here to repay you.” He delivered another swift kick.
I screamed in pain, curling up into a ball and whimpering. Tears spilled from my eyes. I was no match for him.
I’m sorry, Nathan. I love you.
His footsteps grew closer, so close I heard his rapid breaths. I opened my eyes and watched him squat on the floor next to my head. He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled, maneuvering me until we were eye to eye.
All I saw was an animal playing with its prey, bent on tearing me apart, breaking me before delivering the final blow.
“I saw you in the ally in Noblesville,” he said through clenched teeth. My eyes widened. “You were sucking that guy’s c**k before he f**king rammed it inside you. You were moaning like the whore I always knew you were. You always acted like such a prude, but I knew you couldn’t wait for some dick. My dick.”
His gaze moved down my body, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. My panic rose. Killing me was one thing. I always knew if I died by the hands of another, it would be Adam. Raping me before he finished me off was something that had never entered my mind.
My legs began to kick and my hands scratched at his, trying to get him to release my hair.
It worked, and I scrambled to get up and away. I only got one step before he grabbed my ankle, and I fell back down to the floor.
“No!” I tried to kick him off as he pinned me down.
I managed to get one punch across his face, but it wasn’t enough for him to even notice. I thought I was gaining traction, my screams deterring him. Then his fist met my face, and I quieted down.
I still pushed against him, still fought. I would never let him have me. I would die before I let that happen.
There was a tug at my chest; it was followed by the ping of the buttons from my blouse, plinking on the hardwood floor. I reached up and scratched his face, breaking skin and leaving trails that began to seep blood.
“You f**king bitch!” He grabbed the sides of my face and slammed my head into the floor. His hand trapped my wrists and pinned them above my head.
My head lolled, my mind fighting for balance in the spinning room.
He reached down to the hemline of my skirt, and I shrieked, my legs kicking wildly. “No. No! Stop! No, no, no. Don’t!”
It didn’t deter him, and his hand continued its way up, pushing my skirt up my thighs.
My hips tried to buck him off, while my legs kicked, trying to squirm away. My heart was racing and my vision was blurring. At that rate I was going to blackout before he killed me, never knowing if he raped me before I died.
There was a growling sound and air whooshing past as the weight and hands that had me pinned down were removed.
My head moved to the side, and in my blurry vision, I saw two people fighting. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled my ears.
“Lila!” a familiar voice called out.
Andrew was leaning over me, and the struggle that was across the room was escalating.
“I’m okay,” I managed to croak.
He nodded, then headed over to the two fighting figures. Nathan was cussing before each crunch, and I knew he had the upper hand.
“Enough!” Andrew said. “I’ve got him. Go to her!”
There was a grumble of defeat from what I knew was Adam and watched the figure get up and run to me before Andrew sat down on Adam’s stomach.
Adam groaned from Andrew’s weight.
“Keep it up, ass**le. I’m more than happy to pick up where Nathan left off.” Andrew slammed his fist into Adam’s face when he tried to punch him. Adam howled in pain.
“You are a bad seed,” I whispered, trying to stand up to him, but knowing he physically would crush me, just as he was emotionally.
It didn’t matter, because I knew.
Adam was here to kill me.
It wasn’t his intent, but there would be no one to stop him this time. My father was always there in the past to make sure it never went that far. After all, he couldn’t ruin his reputation with the town by being implicated in any way with the death of his own daughter.
“What the f**k did you say?” There was a burning, furious flame in his eyes.
He stomped toward me, and I tried to step away but his arm swung back and then forward. I managed to dodge his attack, but didn’t see when it swung back a second time. The back of his hand collided with my jaw, and I stumbled to the ground.
“It was all your f**king fault! You f**king asked for it!”
The taste of blood invaded my mouth. My mind was screaming at me to run as it mapped out different routes I could maneuver in order to get around him.
Before I was even able to stand, his hand reached out, his large fingers circling around my throat. I clawed at his fingers in an effort to get him to release me. It only made him angrier; he pushed me toward the wall and slammed my head against the mirror that was hanging there.
The sting from the glass shards as they cut into my scalp caused me to scream out. Warm beads of blood began to run down my forehead. My vision distorted for a moment from the blow, and I was having trouble telling how close he was to me.
I didn’t waste what little breath I had on screaming. There was no one around to hear me anyway.
“I never did anything,” I managed to choke out, stalling again as I tried to find an opening.
“You provoked me, and you know it!” He pushed me harder into the wall. My nails dug into his forearm and hand, but he still wouldn’t release my throat. “Always walking around like you were better than me when you are nothing.”
My breaths were becoming shallow and my vision was beginning to fade. He must have noticed because his grip relaxed. This gave me enough clarity to see the angle of his body. My leg swung out, landing right between his.
He howled in pain before pulling me away from the wall and throwing me down to the ground, venom spitting from his lips. “Fucking worthless cunt! You’ll pay for that.”
I coughed on the ground as I tried to regain my breath, but I didn’t get very much time before his boot collided with my stomach. I cried out in pain, stars dancing across my eyes, and begged for him to stop.
“Stop? Oh no. You made my life a living hell. You took everything away from me, and I’m here to repay you.” He delivered another swift kick.
I screamed in pain, curling up into a ball and whimpering. Tears spilled from my eyes. I was no match for him.
I’m sorry, Nathan. I love you.
His footsteps grew closer, so close I heard his rapid breaths. I opened my eyes and watched him squat on the floor next to my head. He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled, maneuvering me until we were eye to eye.
All I saw was an animal playing with its prey, bent on tearing me apart, breaking me before delivering the final blow.
“I saw you in the ally in Noblesville,” he said through clenched teeth. My eyes widened. “You were sucking that guy’s c**k before he f**king rammed it inside you. You were moaning like the whore I always knew you were. You always acted like such a prude, but I knew you couldn’t wait for some dick. My dick.”
His gaze moved down my body, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. My panic rose. Killing me was one thing. I always knew if I died by the hands of another, it would be Adam. Raping me before he finished me off was something that had never entered my mind.
My legs began to kick and my hands scratched at his, trying to get him to release my hair.
It worked, and I scrambled to get up and away. I only got one step before he grabbed my ankle, and I fell back down to the floor.
“No!” I tried to kick him off as he pinned me down.
I managed to get one punch across his face, but it wasn’t enough for him to even notice. I thought I was gaining traction, my screams deterring him. Then his fist met my face, and I quieted down.
I still pushed against him, still fought. I would never let him have me. I would die before I let that happen.
There was a tug at my chest; it was followed by the ping of the buttons from my blouse, plinking on the hardwood floor. I reached up and scratched his face, breaking skin and leaving trails that began to seep blood.
“You f**king bitch!” He grabbed the sides of my face and slammed my head into the floor. His hand trapped my wrists and pinned them above my head.
My head lolled, my mind fighting for balance in the spinning room.
He reached down to the hemline of my skirt, and I shrieked, my legs kicking wildly. “No. No! Stop! No, no, no. Don’t!”
It didn’t deter him, and his hand continued its way up, pushing my skirt up my thighs.
My hips tried to buck him off, while my legs kicked, trying to squirm away. My heart was racing and my vision was blurring. At that rate I was going to blackout before he killed me, never knowing if he raped me before I died.
There was a growling sound and air whooshing past as the weight and hands that had me pinned down were removed.
My head moved to the side, and in my blurry vision, I saw two people fighting. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled my ears.
“Lila!” a familiar voice called out.
Andrew was leaning over me, and the struggle that was across the room was escalating.
“I’m okay,” I managed to croak.
He nodded, then headed over to the two fighting figures. Nathan was cussing before each crunch, and I knew he had the upper hand.
“Enough!” Andrew said. “I’ve got him. Go to her!”
There was a grumble of defeat from what I knew was Adam and watched the figure get up and run to me before Andrew sat down on Adam’s stomach.
Adam groaned from Andrew’s weight.
“Keep it up, ass**le. I’m more than happy to pick up where Nathan left off.” Andrew slammed his fist into Adam’s face when he tried to punch him. Adam howled in pain.
