She should be kissing my fucking feet that I am putting in this much effort to allow her to taste me, feel me inside her. She should be thanking me, not fucking serving me with a restraining order.
I grab onto her hair forcing her head back I rest my lips against her ear. “Get on your fucking knees. Did you actually think a piece of fucking paper would stop me from claiming you slut?” I say through gritted teeth.
“No,” she says in a quiet unsure voice.
Her body is starting to shake as I release my hold on her hair and move back I grab her arm forcing her to turn around, and I slam her against the wall, my face only inches away from hers.
“Why do you have to make this so fucking difficult?” I scream at her.
I don't give her a chance to respond, stepping back and lifting my fists.
All I see is fucking red, and I begin to hit her.
“Chad,” she screams my name as she slides down the wall, but it won’t help her or stop me.
I lift my foot and kick her in the ribs. I punch her in the face again and again.
“Fucking slut,” I say, catching my breath; I spit on her and then grab onto her hair, forcing her to look at me; her nose is bleeding, she has several bruises that are already forming on her face, her lip is bleeding, her eye is starting to become swollen.
“You fucking did this; you are the reason I am like this, Liliana; you bring out the fucking worst in me,” I say, hearing the darkness in my voice.
She sobs but doesn’t say anything. What can she say right now, anyway? She is beaten because of me. She is hurting because of me. It never had to be like this; she made me like this.
She is the only one who can stop this, all she has to do is get on her knees and please me, make me feel what she makes Jaxon feel. All she has to do is give herself to me as she gave herself to Jaxon, it is simple really, not too fucking complicated, maybe after this she will finally just do as she is told.
“You are a fucking ugly slut, and you will give me what I want” I whisper to her as I release her hair and back out of the shower, I turn and walk out of the door.
25
Jaxon
“Unholy” by Sam Smith, Kim Petras
The meeting took longer than I wanted it to. It is almost time for all of us to start wrapping up our lessons for the break, and the thought of the break happening and Lil having an excuse to leave campus and go back home scares the living fuck out of me. I would never ask her not to go home, but I plan to ensure I go with her.
She is still struggling with her negative thoughts, and if she goes home by herself with her mother there, I am afraid of what will happen to Lil. She is strong, one of the strongest people I know, but me walking in on her about to cut herself will be something I will never be able to get out of my head, and I will never let her feel helpless like that again.
I look down at my phone and see Lil has made her way to my house. From what I can see from the history, she has been there for a few hours in the same spot, or at least her phone is in the same spot.
I swipe the screen and click on her name, putting her on speaker, and make my way out of the back door towards my bike.
The phone continues to ring over and over again.
I hang up the phone and put it into my jacket pocket. I make my way across the grass to my bike. I grab the helmet and pull it over my head.
I don't like that she isn't answering, maybe she is sleeping or taking a bath, she is in my room, which is normal, but her not answering her phone isn't normal. I don't like it, and it makes me fucking nervous.
I swing my leg over and balance as I turn on the bike and take off out of the parking lot.
Whatever is going on, I will find out soon enough. I can handle whatever it is as long as she is with me and safe.
I walk up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I make my way down the hallway and stop outside of my room. The door is slightly open, and I can hear the shower running.
My anxiety starts to go down a little as I push open the door and make my way in. I remove my jacket and place it on my bed. As I turn and walk over to the bathroom, steam is coming out of the crack. I place my hand on the door and push it open.
I walk into the bathroom and look in the shower, Lil is on the ground in the corner, naked and shaking, I can hear a sob leave her.
I rush into the shower, kneeling in front of her. “What happened?” I ask.