Page 21 of Shadow and Skulls

“Jason, please stop. I don’t want to do this.”

He continues to ignore me as if I’m not even speaking. His fingers work at the button on my jeans as I press against his chest.

“Jason,” I begin to beg.

Oh god. Should I scream? Would the others help me? My heart already knows the answer to that question. Matt would only help Jason, not me. So, I continue to plead with him. Why did I trust him again? I knew this wasn’t going to end well. I’m so stupid.

“Stop fighting me,” he growls, taking my hands and holding them over my head. “You’re such a freak. I’m your boyfriend for god’s sake.”

The bedroom door opens, and both of us turn to find Lexi standing in the doorway.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Jason shouts at her.

“Lexi. Lexi, please,” I whimper.

“Shut up.” Jason turns back to me, spitting in my face as he speaks.

Matt walks up behind her. “Come on. There’s plenty of dick to go around,” he tells her, backing her out of the room.

We exchange a look before the door is closed. She looks hurt, and I’m not sure if it’s for me or herself … maybe both.

Jason hovers over me until they’re gone. I don’t even know who he is anymore. He used to be friends with my brothers. I thought he was someone I would always feel safe with.

His hand starts rubbing over the seam of my jeans. “That’s better,” he whispers.

Beige. I think I’ll paint the ceiling beige.

Just as I’m about to fully zone out, I notice a red light shining on Jason’s forehead.A red dot.

A red dot?!

Oh, oh shit.

“Jason, don’t move.”

Again, he chooses to ignore me, leaning back so he can tug my jeans off. When he lifts his focus to his own pants to unbutton them, the red dot moves slowly down his body. He finally notices it and pats at his chest, trying to brush it off.

“What the fuck?” he rasps.

The red dot slides lower, lower, stopping over his groin.

“Don’t move,” I warn. “They’ll kill you.”

He begins to shake as he balances himself on his knees above me.

The door to the room slams open, the light from the hallway spilling across the floor. An enormous shadow falls across the carpet.

“Oh fuck,” Jason breathes out.

“Oh fuck, indeed,” Tank repeats, stepping toward the bed.

Neither Jason nor I move. His big hands wrap around Jason’s neck. Tank pulls him straight up from the bed. Quickly, I slide out from under him, stumbling as my feet get tangled in the blankets.

Jason’s eyes begin to bulge, and his face turns purple as Tank watches me find my shirt and slip it over my head.

“Don’t kill him,” I plead quietly, waiting for him to loosen his grip.

“Why?”

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