I sense him coming up behind me before I feel him. He fists a handful of my hair and rams my face into the door with such strength I’m surprised I haven’t blacked out. My vision blares as pain crashes through my skull, stars flashing behind my lids. The fight in me lessons as the dizziness takes over.
I can’t give up. I can’t let him touch me, use me like this.
He takes my arse cheek in his free hand, digging the tips of his fingers into me so much force I cry out in pain. The fresh sting of tears burn behind my eye lids.
“You like that, don’t you Maya?” Saliva sputtering out at me as he sneers down my ear.
His rough touch travels lower, his hand grasping the side of my thong. He yanks it to the side and the back of his hand grazes my centre. I scream. No, no, no. Please! This cant be happening.
Light and sound suddenly rushes into the room as my body falls forward through the now open door. I fall flat on my face with Jake on top of me.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Tommy, he’s here.
I can’t move my head to see him, but I feel Jake’s weight being lifted off me. With the last bit of strength I can muster, I roll onto my backand can finally see Jakes face. I take stock of the damage I caused. Blood gushes from his nose, his shirt soaked in the crimson mess but most of his body is hidden by Tommy, who has him pinned to the wall by his throat.
“You dare to touch my girl?” He asks coolly, venom dripping from each and every word. “Do you have a fucking death with?”
Jake smiles a toothy grin in reply, his teeth coated in blood. Its fucking petrifying to see.
“Your girl? She’s mine!” He barks out a laugh, which provokes Tommy even more.
Tommy brings back his fist and lands it straight into Jakes throat, making him gag and gasp for air. Yet the psychopath laughs again! Actually laughs through the obvious pain.
What the fuck!
“Miss Houghton, are you okay?” A man asks. How does he know my name? I shy away from him, the thought of anyone but Tommy touching me right now is sending me into a meltdown. “Please, calm down. I promise I’m only here to help.”
He takes his time assessing me for injuries, focusing mainly on my face. Who is this guy? He’s not dressed for a night in a bar.
I’m so focused on the new man that I don’t register what’s going on behind him until suddenly, I hear a commotion and then Tommy groaning out in pain. I wish I could see what’shappening, but this big brute of a man is blocking my view.
“Tommy!” I yell for him but get no response in return.
I’m so confused and can’t focus on anything around me. The room is swimming in and out of focus and my eyes get heavier the longer I battle to stay awake. I need to get to him, but why can’t I hear anything?
“Where’s Tommy?” I gasp out, trying to stop the vomit that’s creeping up my throat.
But before I can hear his reply, everything fades to darkness.
