Page 48 of Blade

You’re right, you don’t know him. You only knew him for one year, not even a year, one school year. One hundred and eighty days and then you left.

“You owe me, Beck.”

“What? What do I owe you?”

“You owe me prom night. You were going to be mine. We planned the entire night.”

Grant was pacing now. Growing more agitated with every step.

“Grant, you aren’t making any sense.”

I was getting worried now.Really?

“We had plans! You and I would go to prom, and we would win prom king and queen. We would dance in front of the entire school and after, I would make you mine. We had a plan, and YOU SCREWED IT UP!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air. Turning back toward me with a sneer, he snapped, “So you owe me, and tonight I’m going to collect. The plan can still go forward. Sure it’s a few years later, but it isn’t too late. We can get the land back.”

“What land? What plan? Grant, what are you talking about?” I scanned his face, my gaze zipping between his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

“You’re still a virgin. She told me you were. You can still be mine. You will never be his.”

Before I could question him again, Grant grabbed my cheeks in his hands and pressed his lips to mine.

NO!

I tried to pull away, but he was relentless. I kept my lips closed tight until he bit my lower lip, causing me to cry out. He took advantage and thrust his tongue inside my mouth.

Suddenly, his hands were no longer on my face. One hand was on my back as he pulled me to him while the other was on my breast.

NO!

He squeezed hard, making me cry out. Then, before I could think, his hand left my breast and was on my thigh. Grabbing the hem of my dress and lifting it up.

“I had a special night planned after prom. I even had a special night planned tonight, but you just can’t seem to cooperate,” he said, his mouth going to my throat.

I pushed at his chest, screaming.

“GRANT, NO! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!” I begged, trying to get away.

I was stunned when I felt the slap on my face.

“SHUT UP!” he yelled, spittle flying from his mouth. “I tried. I wanted to make this nice for you. You were thinking about him, weren’t you?”

Thinking about who?

“That’s why you disappeared on me. It was HIM. It’s always him. Well, he can’t have you. I won’t let him. You belong to ME!”

Both his hands were on my dress now, pulling it up to my waist. When he reached for my panties, my brain kicked in and I finally realized this was serious.

Grant was going to rape me if I didn’t get away.

I reached up and scratched my nails down his face.

He screamed, “YOU BITCH!”

This time, he hit me with his fist, and I was stunned by the force as my head turned to the side. No one had ever punched me before.

He shoved his knee between my legs to hold me in place while he reached for the button on his slacks.

I had to do something.

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