“You’re mine,” he sneers, moving his hand further around and thrusting a finger inside me as he buries his face in my neck.
“No!” I shout, shaking my head and trying to push away from him. A cold sensation hits me at the bottom of my back and I remember Corey’s gun, the one I put there before I left the apartment. “I’m not yours.”
He growls into my neck, biting down on the skin causing me to squeal. “You are.”
He pulls back, his eyes at half-mast and thrusts his hips against me as he pulls his hands out and unzips my jeans. I try in vain to push him away. I’m not the same girl I was back then. I’m stronger. I won’t let him do this to me without a fight this time.
I scratch at his face and neck, trying my best to get away. Jabbing my thumbs into his eyes, I manage to push free and get three steps away before he pushes me down. I go crashing to the floor, my hands and knees scraping against the jagged surface.
His body comes down onto mine and he roughly yanks me around so that I’m on my back.
I wince when he growls, his face screwing up and showing how evil he is.
I kick and flail my arms about as he yanks my jeans down to my ankles, but I don’t get anywhere, he uses his upper body to pin me down as he pulls his own jeans down.
That’s when I realize exactly what he’s going to do to me and I go into fight mode.
I won’t let him do this to me, he’s already taken enough of me and I won’t let him take this as well.
I lift my hips off the floor, placing my palm around the handle of the gun and pulling it out slowly.
He’s too distracted with what he’s doing and I know that if he actually gets inside me that I’ll never be the same person again. He’s taken enough of me with just his fingers, there’s no way that I can survive if he takes it all the way.
The scars I have from him, physically and mentally, are enough already. I can’t handle anymore.
My hand is nearly all the way out now and I squirm once more, trying to get away from him and in doing so I get a punch to the stomach that takes my breath away.
“Stay still!” he growls, his voice getting higher and his movements less controlled now that he thinks he’s going to get what he wants.
I won’t allow him though. This is it... it’s me or him and I will always choose me.
He lines his dick against my entrance and pulls his hips back and that’s when I pull my arm around and aim the gun at his head.
His eyes go wide for a second before he throws his head back and laughs. “Now what would my little butterfly be doing with that?”
“Get off me,” I say, my voice coming out shaky.
The gun starts to wobble in my hand but he doesn’t even acknowledge it, he lines himself up and thrusts inside me, his head flying back as he groans.
Vomit comes up my throat and I swallow it down as I pull the trigger, the bang echoing through the alley so loud that my ears hurt. Blood sprays everywhere and I slam my eyes shut as it coats my face.
I stare at him as the life drains from his eyes right before me. “What... what did you do?” he chokes, blood flowing out of his mouth.
I freeze in shock, pushing away from him, knowing that if I don’t move now, I’ll be stuck under him. He holds his chest, the blood coating his hands and flowing out faster than I ever thought possible.
Backing up to the nearest wall, I stare as he chokes on his own blood, his eyes not leaving mine.
This should be where I call for help but I don’t. I watch him suffer, just like he made me suffer.
I don’t know how long I sit there with my jeans around my ankles and the gun still clutched in my hand but at some point I push up against the wall and lift my jeans back over my hips, wincing at the pain that he caused from invading me, again.
I take one last look at him before I walk out the alley, the gun still by my side as I try to figure out where to go.
I’m in a daze, not really thinking about what I’m doing or where I’m going. My legs just move and I stare ahead, completely void of any emotion.
The bar empties early and it’s just me, the guys, Daley, J and Jackson that are left. I tell the doorman to go home after eleven and lock the door behind him.
We’re all sat around the bar and I pull my cell out again, checking to see if Ava has read the message. When I see that it still hasn’t sent yet, I shoot her another one and ask if she’s okay or if she needs picking up from work.