Page 8 of Broken

“Maybe if you stopped doing dumb shit, they'd let you.” He shrugs, throwing the car in gear as he takes off.

I grip the door handle tightly and regret not putting my seat belt on instantly. “How about we just sit in silence until we get home.” I say as he slows back down, evening out his speed so we don't wreck.

Reaching over I buckle myself in and stare out through the window, counting the mailboxes as we drive.

Forty-two. There were forty-two mailboxes from the school to his driveway. “Thanks.” I say, unbuckling to get out of the car.

When I open the door I feel a hand on my arm and I yank it out, “Don't touch me, West.” I hate being touched right now. I still feel dirty after what Knox did.

I don't remember a lot of that night, but there are a few key items that ring a bell, loud and clear. Knox trying to force himself on me is still vivid.

“I didn't mean, sorry Katherine.”

“Kat.” I correct him. I dislike going by my full name.

“Katherine. Please. Don't go to the party tonight.” He says softly, like he actually cares.

“Westley. Mind your own fucking business.” I get out of the car and slam his door. Each step I take towards my house isn't fast enough to escape the sound of his door opening and shutting. I hear him following me, all the way to the front door.

When I unlock the door I step through and try to shut the door. He puts his foot and hand in the way, staring at me. “Katherine Winston. I swear to-” I look at his hand seeing the light bruising he has on his knuckles.

“Since when do you fight?” I nod towards the bruises.

“The guy deserved it.” Is all he says.

“If you say so. But, you aren't in charge of me West. My parents and brother are all gone for the weekend. Even though I'm all for them not being here and having the house all to myself, I also don't want to be here. So fuck you very much for the ride.” I push the door harder and he lets me shut it.

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

I swear shit just keeps getting weirder. I flip the lock on the door and run to the bathroom off my bedroom to get myself ready. But the second I look into the pink framed mirror I freeze.

All I see is an impostor. The broken promises of what could have been. All of their words break through, shattering me in every direction, like unraveling a spiderweb, just to watch the creature fall. I've never been good enough for her. My heart slams against my chest as I snatch the scissors from the counter and start cutting away at my clothes. Watching the material fall to pieces around my feet like the dreams I once had.

Cutting away the edges just to see what's left underneath. Once all of my clothes are gone, my shoulders rise and fall from my quickening breath. Taking in a lung full of air, I let out a long, deep scream that was bursting at the seams.

I'm bare, raw, and broken, all because of them. Their words cut deeper and deeper with each quick jab. Skating my eyes over my pale skin, I see the jagged red scar that sits just below my collar bone. My fingers gravitate towards it, shaking as I touch it. The memory comes flooding back like it was yesterday.

Knox kisses my neck, moving his hands further down until he's swirling his fingers against my clit. I feel everything, like we're connecting through every little cell. Our bodies mingling. I'm not sure what he gave me, but it's intense.

He lifts his head, kissing my jaw until he reaches my ear, “I want you to suck me baby.”

I nod, breathing heavily as he pulls his fingers away from my sensitive clit. He stands up, letting me move to my knees on the floor. I've never done this before, but right now I'm willing to try it, after all, I've already let him fuck me, what's the difference?

When he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, I lick my lips, readying them for him. “Open.” He holds his cock, stroking it back and forth. I do as he says, opening as he pushes it into my mouth.

His other hand is wrapping my hair around his fingers, helping guide me. Showing me what to do. He starts slow, barely pushing in, and I've gotta say, it's kind of hot as I look up at his body to see him looking down at me.

When he starts to push in deeper, he smiles at me, “Breathe through your nose, open your throat.”

Taking in a deep breath, I do as he says, again. Only instead of pushing slowly he thrusts into me harshly. Shoving his cock so deep, I gag. But he doesn't pull back. “Breathe through it.” He growls, pushing further back.

My eyes swell with tears as I feel a burn in my throat. He pulls back, letting me breathe but the second I'm finishing inhaling he shoves back in. Again and again until I'm crying. I can't make a sound and I feel saliva running down my chin.

I push against his thighs, trying to stop him but when he doesn't stop but instead picks up speed, I do the only thing I can think of.

I bite down.

He lets go, screams out, and suddenly there's a sharp pain in my chest. Looking down, I see a pair of small scissors sticking out of my body.

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