Yeah, I didn’t want to see his dick.
Looking over at me, he says, “I’m taking a shower, and you’re not going to stop me.”
As his gaze roams over my body, his eyes are menacing, and within seconds my chest hurts from my heart pounding in it and all I can do is blink. Finally, I recover; he won’t do anything to me. He wouldn’t dare. I’ll just hurry.
“Oh, don’t be shy, baby doll. I won’t look,” he says, and then he grins. “Much. Nice ass, by the way.”
“Disgusting,” I mutter, trying to go under the stream with my back to him to get the soap out of my hair.
“What, scared I’ll touch you? Force you to do something you don’t want to?” he asks and I pause, my hands in my hair.
“You touch me, I’ll kill you.”
“You know you want it. I see you looking at me,” he calls over to me, laughter in his voice.
“I’m not playing, McCarthy. I will hurt you,” I warn, looking over my shoulder at him. Washing my hair out, I try to be quick but I have so much hair.
“No one could hear you screaming, you know,” he warns then, and fuck it, I’m out. I’ll wash my hair at the house, or better yet, my dad’s.
Reaching over, I turn off the shower and grab my caddy and my towel, wrapping it around myself before heading for the door. But before I can reach it, he grabs ahold of my arm, knocking my caddy out of my hand, my hair and body stuff hitting the tile in a crash.
Whipping me to him, he grins and his dark eyes bore into mine. “Where ya going, baby?”
My heart is in my throat. I feel frozen, but there is no way I’m getting raped by this fucker. Ripping my hand out of his, I pull back, my fist coming forward and getting him in the mouth. His head whips back and he goes to call me something, but then I go to kick him in the dick and he blocks me, pushing me against the wall. Covering my body with his big one, he goes for my hands, but I’m swinging and kicking with everything inside me. When his mouth comes down toward mine, I bite his lip, causing him to scream out before covering his mouth and glaring at me. I’m ten steps from the door—all I have to do is get him away from me and I’m golden. Because he’s right, I can scream all I want. My dad won’t hear me in his office.
When I look back from the door, he backhands me across the face, knocking my head to the side, and fuck, it stings. But I recover, glaring up at him, not even feeling the sting that much.
“You motherfucker!” I scream before I kick him hard in the gut.
He goes back a few steps, his dark eyes flaring, and I make a run for it. My towel has fallen and I’m naked, but I need to go.
But he gets me by my breasts, his nails biting into them, making me scream as he brings me back into his hard cock. I try to shake him free, but he isn’t budging, his lips by my ear as he laughs in such a disgusting and menacing way.
Just as the door opens.
And Jayden steps in.
Surely I’m imagining what I am seeing right now.
But I’m pretty sure McCarthy is holding my girlfriend by her boobs.
And she’s naked.
And so is he.
But her mouth is bleeding and her eyes are full of fear.
So that means one thing.
McCarthy is about to die.
I yank her by her arm behind me, and she goes with a yelp. I smash my fist into McCarthy’s face before he can even sputter any kind of fucking lie to me. His head whips back, and when it comes forward again, I do it again and again and one last time before he falls onto the ground, his hand going up and trying to stop me. By then I’m kicking him in his gut. I hear Baylor yelling something, I feel her trying to stop me, but no, this dude is going to die. I go to reach for him to beat his ass some more—the rage is all-consuming—but then someone is pulling me back who is not Baylor. When Coach throws me up against the wall, he shakes me hard.
“That’s enough, I said!”
I’m breathing hard, my hand is aching, but all I can think about is Baylor. I look over at her and she’s holding herself, tears streaming down her face as she shakes. I’m not sure if she’s cold or in shock, but I go to her, looking her over. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, he just hit me; he didn’t rape me. He only tried.”