A few people shoot a gaze my way, but finding nothing important, they turn their attention back to their conversations and make-out sessions.
I stomp up the stairs, cursing Austin under my breath and running over everything I will say to him at six a.m. when I blast the music as loud as possible. Warm, wet tears fall down my face as I slam my bedroom door behind me.
CHAPTER 13
JESSI
Adoor in the hallway clicks and nudges me awake. Groaning, I reach for my phone. It reads slightly after two a.m. I still hear music, but it’s quieter now.The party must finally be winding down.
I adjust the covers over myself and roll over. Then the bed squeaks and dips at my feet.
What the . . . ?I sit up straight and tap my phone’s flashlight. David’s face rushes into my line of sight. He’s shirtless, and his hands are making quick work to unbutton his pants.
“David, what the are you doing? Get out of my room right now before I scream.” I whip my blankets off, forgetting that all I’m wearing is an oversized T-shirt and underwear. I freeze, not wanting him to see me so exposed, but also wanting to get away from him as fast as I can.
He’s on me instantly. He has one hand behind my head and the other over my mouth, locking me in place. His weight crushes me, further restricting any chance of escape. My mind races. What is happening? I try to push him off, but I can’t.
David’s cold, bloodshot eyes stare right into mine then past me. His breath reeks as it washes over me. His hands tighten around my wrists as he guides them over my head, pinning themto the sheets. Then he whispers into my ear through clenched teeth, spit flicking against my cheek and neck. “I know you play hard to get, Jessi, and I like that, but enough is enough. I’ve waited patiently. I know how much you want me, and now I’m done waiting.” He shuffles his legs between mine. My sleep shirt bunches around my waist, and I whimper. There is nothing I can do to stop him.
I scream, but he shoves his shirt into my mouth before anyone can hear me. Hot tears pour from my eyes as he starts slithering between my legs. Understanding precisely what he plans to do paralyzes me. His hard length grows and pushes between us. I shake my head, begging him with my eyes to let me go. A wicked grin spreads across his face. “I know your pussy is going to be dripping wet when I push my cock inside you.”
As he inches his pants down just enough to free himself, my mind scrambles for a way out. Can I kick him in the nuts? No. He’s pinning me down still. Can I scream? Bite his hand? His bare skin brushes against me and I want to vomit. If I can get him to let his guard down, maybe he’ll loosen his hold long enough for me to wrestle out from underneath him.
I will myself to stop fighting and try to make it seem like I am giving in. That I want him after all. He takes notice and says, “I knew it. If you play nice, I’ll make this feel good for you too. You can see what you’ve been missing.”
I nod quickly and shift my hips, rubbing up and down his length. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, pushing into the friction.
“Fuck, who knew Austin’s sister was such a freak.” He releases some of the pressure from my arms to allow himself to wrench my panties to the side.
Go, go,I scream at myself.
I headbutt him right in the nose as hard as I can. I hear a crack and then warm, thick liquid drips over my face and neck.
“Holy shit. You bitch. You broke my nose!” David roars.
I don’t think twice. I spit out his T-shirt and roll from under him, kicking him in his chest. He falls against my bed, onto his back, holding his nose.
“You fucking bitch.”
I race from my room screaming then bolt down the stairs and out my front door. Without thinking, I sprint to Jack’s house. I bang on his door until my hand stings. “Come on, come on.”
I don’t take my eyes off my house, expecting David to burst onto the porch any minute. I hear the thundering of my heart in my ears, and my hands and feet throb from adrenaline.
Please don’t follow me. Please don’t follow me.
I continue hammering the door. Finally, the lights turn on and the door opens.
Jack’s mouth hangs open and his eyes widen as he scans my blood-covered body. He drags me inside. “What the hell happened to you? Are you hurt? Who did this?” But I’m too overwhelmed to speak. He wraps me in his arms, keeping me upright. I can hear his heart beating rapidly. He rubs my back. “Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay. I won’t let anything happen to you. It’s going to be okay.” He kisses the top of my head, repeating himself over and over.
I push away, horrified to see blood covering Jack’s bare chest. I shriek in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, but I didn’t know what else to do. I’m so sorry.” I tremble as tears spill down my cheeks.
Jack cups my face in his hands, his thumbs swiping across my lips. It feels good, kind, soothing.
“No need to apologize, Jessi, but you do need to tell me what the fuck is going on. Is any of this your blood?”
I swivel my head. “No.”
He leads me to his living room and urges me to sit down, but I resist. “No thanks. I don’t want to get any blood on your couch.”
