I need to get out of here!
I twist away in revulsion, trying and get him to back away, and he lifts his mouth from my face, but doesn't release me.
"I think we've had enough time apart, darlin'. I forgive you for what you did - all those lies you spread about me. I still love you. No matter what. I'll never let you go sweetheart, and I miss you so damn much it's makin' me crazy," he says softly, but his hands grip my upper arms savagely, his fingers digging painfully into my skin.
I inhale a desperate gasping breath and whimper. I close my eyes and count backwards from ten, but Robin crashes his mouth into mine, kissing me brutally. I don't kiss him back, I just close my eyes, boneless, completely and utterly terror stricken.
Ten, nine, eight...
His lips drag down my neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks. And that's what he wants, of course - to mark me. To remind me that no matter what I do, no matter how far away I get, and no matter how much time passes, I will always belong to him in this terrible way. Because even the marks that have healed - they've emotionally scarred me deeper than any physical mark ever could, just as surely as these will tonight.
Please!
Please leave me alone! Please don't touch me! Please let me go!
I beg and plead, but the words remain trapped inside me. I still can't vocalize a single thing.
And then it happens. My mind drifts, just like I programmed it to do. My eyes open, but they don't see. I am elsewhere. I'm not with Cam though. No, right now, my mind has rewound the day. I am not on the quiet side of an otherwise busy street, less than half a block from my hotel as my worst nightmare runs rough hands all over my body and works his vicious mouth down my neck. Instead, I am in Sam's hotel room, smiling and laughing as he touches me, kisses me, and tells me that I make him feel like the god I know him to be.
And then he's there. Not just in my mind, but in my reality. Sam has exited the bar across the street and looks around, seemingly searching for something, or someone.
"I missed you so fuckin' much, sweetheart," Robin growls, but I barely even hear him.
Sam finds me, and our eyes lock.
Thank you, God.
I can't move, I can't scream, I can't do anything at all, but stare at Sam's horrified expression and wait for him to help me. I'm past my desperation to keep Sam out of my troubles for his own protection. I've gone into survival mode, and I need Sam to save me from my monster. To be my hero - my knight in shining armor - and drag me out of this hell.
But he doesn't run over. Instead, his features screw up into a disgusted scowl and his head shakes once in disapproval before he turns and walks right back into the bar.
I gasp.He's not going to help me.
It finally registers that Sam didn't recognize Robinby the back of his freaking head.And why would he? He's seen his photo on Facebook once. From the look on his face, one thing is clear - Sam is disgusted with me. He thinks I am here - in this monster's arms - by choice.
It snaps me back to reality.
"Please stop," I croak.
Robin startles, his face lifting in consternation as he meets my eyes. "You think you have the right to tell me tostop? After everything you put me through?! When will you get it through your pretty fuckin' head? You'remine!"he hisses through clenched teeth, shoving me back into the wall, and smashes his lips against mine.
No!
I push at his chest with all of my strength. He's too big and strong for me to get free, but his mouth releases mine. I take the opportunity to take a deep, somewhat steadying breath.
"Pleaseleave me alone, Robin! You're not allowed to be within-"
"Don't you quote that fuckin' restrainin' order at me! That thing is your fuckin' fault!" he snarls. His enormous hand covers my mouth and then I'm being grabbed and shoved, and before I can even register what's happening, I'm practically thrown into an empty alley - presumably where he'd been hiding in the first place. My bag is lost somewhere in the struggle, and I worry I'll need my pills, but my worry is cut short, I have bigger things to deal with right now, literally.
Robin is on me instantly. Fight sparks in my chest and pumps throughout my limbs. I shove and twist in my struggle for freedom, but he's as immovable as ever. Excitement flashes in his eyes and I remember -he likes the fighting.I start sobbing defeatedly.
How is this happening right now? How are we here?
"Why do you always have to make everything so damn hard?! Don't you know how much I fuckin' love you?!Damn it!" he barks. His eyes fall closed and he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself.
I blink at him through my tears, stunned with fear, helpless and waiting.
Robin's eyes open, intently serious. "When your daddy told me you were comin' down here, I figured it was time to stop this bullshit. I mean, you came toFlorida, sweetheart, haven't you been missin' me?" he asks carefully. And I know what he wants to hear. I know the right answer. But I can't give it to him. I can't give him even the smallest thread to start pulling, the ammo to say that I asked for it, that I wanted him.
