I struggle in his hold. Fucking bastard is strong. I try to kick him on the shin, but my attempts don’t find the target.
"I watched you, you know? In the football field. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you? You like it hard, and you know what? I'll give you hard."
Tears well up in my eyes. His words cause my muscles to tense up. Scared doesn’t even cover the state I’m in. I’m terrified. Paralyzed.
“You give it to everyone anyway. The school slut, right? It’s only fair for me to have a taste, too.”
I should scream.
I should scream.
I open my mouth, but only a sob breaks free.
I hear him chuckle behind me.
“You don’t even fight or scream. You want this, don’t you? I knew how filthy you were.”
His words disgust me. He sickens me.
I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this.
I want to scream, but I’m locked up.
I want to fight, but I’m paralyzed.
My legs don't carry me, I feel like I'm falling down. When my knees buckle, he pulls my hair so painfully it feels like my scalp is ripped, but that pain erases the block in my body. Something snapped.
And this time when I open my eyes, I scream.
I scream so loud, I feel free.
I keep screaming when someone breaks in the door.
I scream when I fall to the floor when my rescuer punches him.
I scream when I see blood cover the bastard’s face.
I only stop screaming when familiar arms are wrapped around me.
“I got you, baby. I got you. I’m here. You’re safe. I’m here.”
My rescuer says the same words over and over again.
“Eva? Evangeline? Look at me, baby? I’m here. Elijah. It’s Elijah,” he says and shakes me.
Elijah…
He’s here.
I’m safe.
25
Elijah
I’ve never felt rage this bad.
I've never been violent before, but after seeing that son of a bitch hold Eva like that, all I can see is red with the fury boiling inside me. When I look at the fear in Eva's face, I want to kill him. I didn't even realize when I moved and hit him punch after punch until he lay there without moving. That was when I realized I can't murder this bastard. He wasn't my priority.