Page 65 of Losing Ansley

"I'm not trying to be. I'm just trying to do my job." I respond. I remember the conversation Lincoln and I had about recording him. I downloaded an app to do that. So I grab my phone discreetly and turn it on; something in my gut is telling me to do it with how he was looking at me and now with how he's acting.

"You know I'm not sure what you see in that boyfriend of yours." He expresses, stalking over to me. I move around the table, trying to keep space between us.

"It's none of your business Chad," I reply, and he bares his teeth.

"I'm making it my business. You have no idea what you're missing." He grinds out and comes around the table.

"What are you implying?" I question.

"What am I implying? I'm not implying anything. I'm saying I can give it to you better than he ever can or will." I scoff.

"I love him, Chad. I don't want to be with you or anyone else." I explain, and he throws his head back, laughing maniacally. My eyes widen, and my heart beats in fear. I grab my phone to call Dylan but can't get rid of the stupid app.

"That's what all of those other girls said too. But I proved them wrong." He yells, causing me to pause.

"What other girls?" I ask him. He takes two giant steps toward me, crowding me into the wall.

"The girls in California. They kept saying their boyfriends were better, but I proved they weren't. I was better. Me!" He screams, spit flying from his mouth and landing on my cheek. He is crazy! Certifiably crazy!

"They asked you to do that? To prove you were better?" I ask him. I need him to say it. To say he forced himself on them. He rolls his eyes.

"Ha! They never ask for it. Never at first. They walk around acting like they don't want it. Just like you." He grabs my throat, applying pressure while wedging his thigh between my legs, pinning me against the wall. My whole body is trembling with fear causing me to be paralyzed. He reaches down and unbuttons my jeans.

I try to move away, but I can't.Oh god. Oh god.Chad leans in close, running his nose up my jaw and inhaling. I force myself to stay calm, though instinct drives me to pull away. He brings his mouth close to my ear.

"You will, though. Just like them, you'll learn. And once my dick is inside you, you'll be begging for it." I bring my hands up and try to push him away.

"I won't. Just like they didn't. They said no. Just like I'm saying no." He doesn't budge. For such a skinny guy, he's surprisingly strong. I try to grab my phone again but can't move my hands enough to see it. Trying to think quickly, I decide not to fight him, and instead, I bring my hands up to wrap around his neck.

It catches him off guard, but then he's on me sucking my neck, and I'm biting my tongue so hard I taste copper in my mouth. My watch catches my eye, and I remember Dylan reminding me I can use it to text. I pull up his name while Chad is distracted and text him 911.

Please hurry. Please hurry. Please hurry.

I try to push him away again. My breathing increases as the calm I'm trying to keep is fading.

"Chad, let's not do it like this. At work. Let's wait until we're somewhere more private." I try to reason with him, but he pulls back, looking at me skeptically. I try to smile sweetly at him.

"We don't want to get interrupted." The words feel like ash coming out of my mouth, but it makes him back off enough for me to shove him. I maneuver myself out between him and the wall and take off.

As I reach the door, he yanks me by the hair and pulls me back into his chest. Instead of fighting it, I let myself fall back into him, causing him to falter and fall to the ground. I fall, too, hitting my elbow hard, but I roll off and attempt to run for it again.

He grunts, and I moan, rubbing at my elbow. My whole body aches, but I ignore it. I have to get out of here; before I can get off the ground, the door to the trailer flies open, and Dylan barrels in.

I watch him as he runs straight for Chad, behind me, about to attack me again. He roars as he tackles him to the ground and punches him several times before I scramble up and over to him.

"Dylan!" I scream. He turns to me, his eyes glossed over. "Stop! We need to call the police." He scrambles off of Chad and over to me, checking me over.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asks. His eyes hone in on the bruises, I'm sure that are on my neck then his eyes rake over me. His fingers touch my unbuttoned jeans. "I'm going to fucking kill him!" He screams out.

"He didn't." It's all I can say before all the adrenaline and everything I was feeling flow out of me. I'm shaking, and tears begin to well. Dylan gathers me into his arms and holds me close.

"Oh, Ans! I'm so sorry! I should have come to the trailer with you. I shouldn't have gone to the other trailer." He laments, and I shake my head.

"I…" I break off, sobbing, and Dylan holds me close as he rocks me. Chad moans, and we both look over at him. I disentangle myself from Dylan and grab my phone, seeing that the program is still going. I stop it and make sure that it saves. I sit down on the couch to call the police, and Dylan sits next to me, wrapping his arm around me to comfort me. I turn to Dylan once I'm done.

"Dylan, I recorded everything he said. I got him to admit everything about those girls." I tell him, and he rubs my shoulders.

"That's great, Ans!" He exclaims. The door to the trailer opens. Anita walks in; she gasps when she observes the scene before her.

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