Christian (The Mitchell/Healy Family #3)(19)
Author: Jennifer Foor

While crying hysterically, I waited until he slowed down. The moment he pulled out of me I twisted around, sending him down next to me. With my pants at my knees I got up and started to run in the direction of the door. I refused to look back in fear of him being right behind me. My hand made contact with the doorknob the exact second that I was being spun around.

“Please, don’t. Just let me go. You don’t have to do this. I’ll listen to you, I swear. I’ll do anything. Seth, please don’t,” I repeated over and over.

He grabbed my face hard and pushed his lips over mine. I continued crying silently begging that someone would come to my rescue. He was too big to overpower, and I was honestly afraid of what would happen if I fought him too much.

Once he pulled away from his kiss, he put his lips up to my ear. “Stop fighting me. I know you want this, just like you let me have it earlier. Spread your fucking legs like a good girl. My dick’s been craving you since we left the theater.”

I was bawling. Snot ran down over my lips. I couldn’t see anything but his shadow in front of me, but knew I was trapped. “Please don’t hurt me, Seth. I’ll do what you want.” He shoved me harder against the wooden door, lifting me up against it. When I refused to wrap my legs around his waist he pulled me away and then slammed me back against it harder. The back of my head immediately began to throb. I dug my hands into his shoulders, feeling him placing my legs behind his back. I raised one hand and slapped him hard across his face, dragging my nails from his cheek to his ear.

He yelled out loudly and shoved himself inside of me before leaning his head down and biting the skin under my chin. The new waves of pain were agonizing, so much that I wished I’d just pass out. He pressed his lips over mine again, and this time I refused to fight him. I’d done my best to break free, but he was double my size.

The time that passed in the house all seemed to blur. Seth forced himself on me for hours until he couldn’t get hard anymore.

I don’t remember him leaving. Had I blacked out? How could I not recall his releasing me from his hold?

The sun was just beginning to rise when I became coherent again. My pants were clinging onto one ankle, and my shirt was torn and tattered. With shaking hands I managed to pull up my underwear first. After getting both legs back in my pants, I pulled them up and did the best I could covering myself with the fabric of my ruined shirt.

My purse, which had somehow ended up across the room, was left untouched. I found my phone inside, but stared at it wondering who I should call. My parents would never understand. My roommates weren’t close enough for me to trust them, and there was no way I could call Ethan, not about this.

Before exiting the house, I found an old bathroom. The plumbing was off, but I managed to wipe off a mirror enough to take a look at my face. The person that stared back at me was unrecognizable.

Chapter 12

Christian

When I crept out of the bathroom I was able to get a better look around the old house. It was obviously used as a fraternity house at one time. Posters still hung in the rooms, and there was even leftover furniture in some.

Even though I knew I was alone, I took my time going down the stairs. My body ached with each step, and a metallic taste reminded me that I was pretty beat up, on the inside and out.

A few pictures were left on the walls, and where the mattress was left on the floor was a large area rug that had seen better days. Part of the ceiling had caved in where the dining room was, but I decided not to look any further. The less I knew about this house the better, because I knew it was going to haunt me.

After doing my best to hide my ripped shirt, I began to trek in the direction of my house. Students jogged by me, and some were on bicycles. None of them noticed my condition, and if they had they never stopped to ask if I was okay. I kept my head down low as I marched down the sidewalk, focusing on every part that hurt.

When I arrived at my house I’d gotten lucky that no one was around. I entered my room and locked the door. The first thing I noticed was that the blankets were off of my bed. I searched the room, not finding them anywhere. Since they were the last of my priorities I started removing my clothes.

While standing in front of the mirror I peered at the reflection looking back at me. Tears filled my eyes as I touched each injured sore area, reliving how that particular ailment had occurred. Vomit rose to my mouth, and I hauled into the bathroom to puke. After throwing up for a few minutes I turned on the shower and climbed in. Much like the one I’d taken at Ethan’s house, I sunk down to the floor and held my knees up to my chest. Bawling wasn’t the answer, even if I was unable to control my emotions.

It was still unbelievable. How could someone that seemed harmless do what he did to me? It was clear that this certainly wasn’t a dream, therefore I’d been assaulted sexually, and I had no idea how to go about seeking help. I was ashamed of my actions, so much that I couldn’t admit to ever being with him in the first place.

Time got away from me again after my shower, in which I scrubbed every inch of my body hoping to rid myself of any remaining hints of his scent. After dressing I laid on my mattress and thought about calling my parents, but they were already dealing with my sister’s latest catastrophe. I couldn’t call them with this information, not after I’d let the guy in my pants the same day it happened.

While blaming myself for everything that occurred, I fell asleep crying.

I awoke to someone knocking on my bedroom door. I climbed off of my bed and walked over to the door, hesitating just before opening it. “Who is it?”

“It’s me. We need to talk.” His voice caused me to cringe. I placed my hand over my mouth so he couldn’t hear me freaking out. “Chris, let me in.”

Seth’s voice vibrated off of my door as if he were leaning against the opposite side. I backed away, fearful that he’d bust it open and hurt me worse. “Go away! Just leave me alone!”

“I know you’re mad. Please let me in. I need to talk to you about it. I was drunk. When I woke up I remembered what happened. Chris, please-.”

“Get the hell out of my house. I have nothin’ to say to you.”

“I’m not leaving until we work this out. I know what happened was wrong, but it’s not a big deal. You need to forget it.”

I thought about what he was asking me. Of course I wanted nothing more than to forget it ever happened, but as the constant ache of my body reminded me of how he’d held me down, I refused to let him off the hook. “This wasn’t an accident. You knew what you were doin’ when you took me there. I’m not stayin’ quiet, Seth. You raped me, and I’m goin’ to tell the whole fuckin’ world what kind of guy you are.” He may have thought I was weak, but he had another thing coming to him. Nobody was going to hurt me and get away with it.