Page 30 of The Right Kind of Wrong

My eyes widened at his intentions and I immediately tried to push him away. He chuckled, the sound piercing my ears with the silent threat behind it. He brought his hand up to my breast, cupping it over the clothing I wore and making my heart race in fear. Josh's grip tightened around me as he tried to get me closer to him, to the point of almost having me straddling him.

“I said no, Josh,” I said, shoving against him, adrenaline beginning to rush through my veins at the feel of his teeth nipping at my skin. A hand roamed while the other held me in place, my mind struggling to come to terms with what was happening.

I said stop, didn't I?

“Stop pretending you don't want to,” Josh mumbled as he pulled on my dress in an attempt to expose my breast. The material gave way, ripping with the strength of his grip. I gasped, feeling his hand groping me.

That was it. I forced myself to ignore his wandering hands and clawed my fingers down his face, his back, anywhere I could. He roared in anger, removing his filthy mouth from my neck and meeting my eyes with a glare. “What the fuck, Evelyn? I thought we were going to fuck?”

“I said no,” I hissed, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill.

“You asked for it,” he snarled, leaning back in the chair, running his hand over the fresh blood from my scratch.

Ignoring the cruel sting of his words, I attempted to open the door only to find that it was locked. Refusing to give in to fear, I did the first thing that popped in my mind. “Let me out or so help me God, Josh, I will scream until my lungs give out.”

“You wouldn't.”

“Try me. I'll make sure that you end up on the streets, better yet in, in jail. Let me out.” He glared but unlocked it. As soon as I could I stepped out of that vehicle and ran. It wasn't long afterward that I heard his car take off, leaving me alone and a good distance away from home. With a trembling hand, I took out my phone and dialed Carter, whom I knew would leave whatever he was doing to help me.

“Miss Evelyn, do—”

“Can you come to get me, Carter? I'm at the drive-in.”

“Aren't you with Mr. Nicholson?”

“Please Carter, and don't tell anyone.”

I could just picture him speeding through the roads. He made it to the drive-in in record time, never had I been so thankful to see him. He took in my unruly appearance, a mask of anger covering his face as he helped me into the passenger door.

“I'm taking you to your Nana's,” he stated.

I nodded, thankful that he knew me well enough to not ask any questions or take me back to my sister's house. When we arrived at Nana's house she opened the door, taking one look at me before pulling me into her caring embrace.

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