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help, but I can't. If I fight him
he'll release the pictures and my future will disappear into dust.
Before
we get out of the den he stops and pins me to the wall. His lips come down hard
on mine and he pushes his slimy tongue into my mouth. The smugness is there
when he breaks the kiss and looks down at me. My hands are fisted at my sides
but I’m paralyzed. “That’s my girl,” he says roughly grabbing my face. It’s as
though he thinks I enjoyed what he did to me. Or he doesn’t care that I didn’t.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard when I get you upstairs," he growls.
"On top of you so I can see those tits jiggle. From behind so you know
your fucking place."
I
can’t look at him. My eyes are on my shoes as my stomach clenches, fear making
the blue shots churn in my stomach. He
ducks his head to try and catch my eyes, grabbing hold of my face and lifting
it when I resist.
“Look
at me when I’m fucking talking to you, Allyson.”
Drew’s
eyes are so mean. Why didn’t I see the spite in him when we were dating? Either
I was a blind idiot or he’s a pro at wearing a civilized mask. He’s so close I
can smell his sour breath and see the yellow staining on his teeth. People are
passing us but no one seems to notice that I’m scared or that he’s threatening
me. We must look like an ordinary couple from the outside.
When
I don’t react he takes hold of my wrist again, and starts to drag me through
the den and into the corridor. The stairs to the second floor loom ahead and I
look around frantically, trying to think of a way to escape his grasp. A quick
scan of the people hanging around tells me there is no one I know well enough
to use as a distraction, but I know that the second he has me in a bedroom I'm
done for. His grip around my wrist tightens as he walks up the stairs. Pain
needles up my arm as I stumble behind him on trembling legs.
Before
we get halfway up to the next floor, the front door of the frat house bursts
open. People stop and stare as four cops enter the room, gazes alert, hands
hovering above their weapons. The fourth officer inside looks familiar. The way
he moves, the shape of his shoulders in his uniform. As he glances up the
stairs, my eyes lock with his.
Cory.
My
heart pounds as his eagle cop eyes zoom in on Drew's hand around my wrist. The
trembling in my legs spreads through my entire body making me shake.
A
muscle twitches in Cory's jaw. His eyes narrow as he watches Drew's hand
squeeze my wrist tighter. Drew pulls again, but I resist for a moment, tears
blurring my vision. I want to call out but if I anger Drew, I know what’ll
happen. I can't cause a scene.
The
officers spread out, entering rooms and issuing orders. Partygoers stream out
of the den, living room, and dining room mumbling at the unfairness of it all
as they leave through the front door. Cory walks forward until he’s at the foot
of the stairs, still watching me and Drew. The music is turned off and the frat
house is a mess of disappointed revelers. Drew looks torn, glancing up the
stairs as though he thinks he might still be able to execute his plan for me,
but he seems to change his mind, turning around and heading down again. His
focus is on the front door. It’s as though he hasn’t even noticed Cory. I guess
he has no reason to know this particular cop would have any special interest in
either of us.
Before
Drew reaches the foot of the stairs, Cory steps in front of him. A few people
slip passed and Drew watches them go. I feel the anger pouring off Drew's body,
searing into my wrist through his grip on my hand. The muscle in Cory's jaw
twitches again. He looks up from my hand and fixes Drew with a glare that would
make most men cower.
After
a short staring match, he looks at me. "Are you okay?"
I nod
but he's looking at my eyes that I know are moist with tears and filled with
fear. I blink and look away, not ready for the humiliation of crying in front
of my stepbrother-to-be and not wanting to
he'll release the pictures and my future will disappear into dust.
Before
we get out of the den he stops and pins me to the wall. His lips come down hard
on mine and he pushes his slimy tongue into my mouth. The smugness is there
when he breaks the kiss and looks down at me. My hands are fisted at my sides
but I’m paralyzed. “That’s my girl,” he says roughly grabbing my face. It’s as
though he thinks I enjoyed what he did to me. Or he doesn’t care that I didn’t.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard when I get you upstairs," he growls.
"On top of you so I can see those tits jiggle. From behind so you know
your fucking place."
I
can’t look at him. My eyes are on my shoes as my stomach clenches, fear making
the blue shots churn in my stomach. He
ducks his head to try and catch my eyes, grabbing hold of my face and lifting
it when I resist.
“Look
at me when I’m fucking talking to you, Allyson.”
Drew’s
eyes are so mean. Why didn’t I see the spite in him when we were dating? Either
I was a blind idiot or he’s a pro at wearing a civilized mask. He’s so close I
can smell his sour breath and see the yellow staining on his teeth. People are
passing us but no one seems to notice that I’m scared or that he’s threatening
me. We must look like an ordinary couple from the outside.
When
I don’t react he takes hold of my wrist again, and starts to drag me through
the den and into the corridor. The stairs to the second floor loom ahead and I
look around frantically, trying to think of a way to escape his grasp. A quick
scan of the people hanging around tells me there is no one I know well enough
to use as a distraction, but I know that the second he has me in a bedroom I'm
done for. His grip around my wrist tightens as he walks up the stairs. Pain
needles up my arm as I stumble behind him on trembling legs.
Before
we get halfway up to the next floor, the front door of the frat house bursts
open. People stop and stare as four cops enter the room, gazes alert, hands
hovering above their weapons. The fourth officer inside looks familiar. The way
he moves, the shape of his shoulders in his uniform. As he glances up the
stairs, my eyes lock with his.
Cory.
My
heart pounds as his eagle cop eyes zoom in on Drew's hand around my wrist. The
trembling in my legs spreads through my entire body making me shake.
A
muscle twitches in Cory's jaw. His eyes narrow as he watches Drew's hand
squeeze my wrist tighter. Drew pulls again, but I resist for a moment, tears
blurring my vision. I want to call out but if I anger Drew, I know what’ll
happen. I can't cause a scene.
The
officers spread out, entering rooms and issuing orders. Partygoers stream out
of the den, living room, and dining room mumbling at the unfairness of it all
as they leave through the front door. Cory walks forward until he’s at the foot
of the stairs, still watching me and Drew. The music is turned off and the frat
house is a mess of disappointed revelers. Drew looks torn, glancing up the
stairs as though he thinks he might still be able to execute his plan for me,
but he seems to change his mind, turning around and heading down again. His
focus is on the front door. It’s as though he hasn’t even noticed Cory. I guess
he has no reason to know this particular cop would have any special interest in
either of us.
Before
Drew reaches the foot of the stairs, Cory steps in front of him. A few people
slip passed and Drew watches them go. I feel the anger pouring off Drew's body,
searing into my wrist through his grip on my hand. The muscle in Cory's jaw
twitches again. He looks up from my hand and fixes Drew with a glare that would
make most men cower.
After
a short staring match, he looks at me. "Are you okay?"
I nod
but he's looking at my eyes that I know are moist with tears and filled with
fear. I blink and look away, not ready for the humiliation of crying in front
of my stepbrother-to-be and not wanting to
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