Page 60 of Fighting the Odds

Memories flash in front of my eyes. Sweat breaks out all over my body and I can’t breathe. It feels like the room is closing in and all I can hear is a deep voice telling me how he knows I want him.

I don’t, though!

I’m not going to let it happen again. I slam my head back into his and he jerks back. I pull away from him, but trip over my feet and land on the ground.

“You fucking bitch!” Wes’s angry voice shocks me back to the present.

He straddles my body as he takes hold of my hands, gripping them in his.

“Now that wasn’t nice.” He leans into me, pressing his lips on mine.

I wiggle underneath him, but he’s so much stronger than me and I can’t break his hold. The only thing I can do is bite his lips.

“Yeah baby, I like it rough.” He adjusts his hold on my hands, holding them firmly in one of his, as he wipes the blood from his mouth with the pad of his thumb.

“Get off of me, Wesley!” I plead with him, but he doesn’t. His eyes are filled with a void that scares me.

“I don’t think I will. You like it when people touch you. Watch you. Dancing for them. Don’t you, Lilac?”

All the air leaves my body at his words. I know without a shadow of a doubt he knows my secret, but how?

His hand slips down, cupping my tit as he strokes his finger over my nipple. The roughness of my bra pressing against it causes the peak to pebble. I don’t want him touching me, though. Why is my body reacting this way?

“You have the best tits. Your pussy is even better. The only drawback was the tiny piece of fabric you had covering it. I bet you know how to ride a cock by the way you worked that pole. It took everything in me not to tell you who I was.”

How? When? Fuck. He was the guy!

My eyes go wide with recognition. By the look on his face, he knows I’ve figured it out.

“That’s right, skank. I know your dirty secret. Does he? Is that why he wants you so bad? Was that night a one-time thing for you?”

His hand moves from my chest, and I sigh, but the relief is only temporary. Because he slips it down to my crotch as he rubs it vigorously through my jeans.

“Wesley, no, please don’t,” I cry, tears streaming down my face.

“Wes, baby, are you over here?” a feminine voice calls. Savannah.

“Get off me!” I buck my body up, fighting like hell to break his hold. I will not let him rape me.

“What the hell?!” Savannah screeches, but Wesley loosens his hold, giving me the chance to break free.

He quickly stands and adjusts his cock.

“Hey Savvy. Perfect timing. The whore threw herself at me and I couldn’t hold back. You saved me from catching whatever disease she carries.” Wesley takes the opportunity to leave when he hears Mrs. Pearl calling his name. “Coming over after school?” She nods at his question, never taking her eyes off me.

I’m frozen in shock by what could’ve happened if she hadn’t shown up.

Slowly, I stand and wipe my tears, then straighten my shirt. I need to get out of here. As I go to rush past Savannah, she stretches her arm out and wraps her fingers around mine, gripping so tightly, I know there’ll be bruises.

She jerks me to her, baring her teeth like a rabid dog.

“I warned you to leave him alone, that he’s mine. Guess you didn’t listen to what I fucking told you. Hope you’re ready for it, bitch. What happens now is all your fault.” She lets go of me and turns, her long hair slapping my face.

What did she mean?

When I exit the aisle, she’s standing at the checkout desk with Wesley and Mrs. Pearl, all of them laughing at something. Most likely me.

Mrs. Pearl looks my way, and her smile disappears. “Ahh, there you are. Wes said you disappeared and from the looks of your disheveled clothing, it appears you were off somewhere sleeping. You’re needed in the office, so go ahead and take your stuff with you.”

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