Page 50 of Hold On

“Yes, baby. I promise you that tomorrow we can spend the whole day together,” he says softly. It’s Friday and the weekend lies ahead of us. I start to suck on his neck as he closes his eyes, humming and making my lips vibrate.

“What have you done to me?” It’s barely a whisper, but I’ve been wondering this since my birthday. “I’m addicted to you, Bash Cox.”

“Goddammit, Lina Girl. My feelings are so mutual, baby. I just think… I’m hoping to make some headway with my dad,” he admits timidly. I hold him to me, trying to alleviate every ounce of his pain. “Let’s get out of here. Go fuck in our spot?” he asks me. Of course, I’m nodding hard because I will nevernotfuck Sebastian Cox. I can’t get enough of him or his dick or his tongue or his magically gifted fingers. I drive us to the parking garage in town we always pull into to fuck in after school. There’s adark spot we found by accident that makes for the perfect little hideaway.

But as Bash starts to kiss me, hiking my skirt up, I push him away. Something feels off. He’s stunned at my rejection and doesn’t move for a second, his face warring between hurt and worry. “Did I do something wrong?” he asks carefully. I sigh dramatically.

“I don’t have a good feeling about tonight,” I explode as Bash rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair before leaning back in his seat.

“Alina,” he sighs out, annoyed. I scoff, throwing a fit. But I really don’t give a fuck.

“What?” I challenge him.

“You’re just mad you’re not getting your way,” he says as he levels me with a hard stare.

“Fine. Have ityourway, then! I’ll take you homerightnow,” I bitch with a shitty attitude. Bash rubs at his cock. He’s hard and the outline of his dick is clearly visible against his tight jeans.

“Jesus, you’re giving a whole new meaning to your nickname blue balls,” he mutters as I whirl on him and glare at his beautiful face.

“Fuckyou!!” I shout as I begin to cry, feeling incredibly stupid and offended. “I’m not just here to blow you!”

“That’s not what I meant, baby. C’mon, Alina! It’s my parents!” he says incredulously. I just shrug, no longer caring.

“You’re not telling me something,” I mutter. Bash says nothing, clamming up as I start the car. “See? I knew it. You’re being weird.”

I back out of the parking spot and start driving us in the direction he points me. He says nothing besides giving me directions to his house. I pout as I drive.

When we get near his place, he tells me to park outside by the sidewalk that lines his street. His house is pretty small,which he seems embarrassed about. But I don’t care. I say nothing as he takes his seat belt off and turns to me.

“Alina,” he says softly, his voice kinder now. I do my best to avoid his eyes and resist turning towards him. “Baby,” he tries again as I begin to melt. I feel his fingers grab my jaw and my lip trembles as I turn to face him. “Hey, Lina Girl. Don’t cry, please.” I fall into his chest, dramatically painting him with my tears. I just can’t even fathom the fact that we’re going to be separated for the night.

“SEBASTIAN!”

I jump as I hear the voice of an angry, belligerent, adult male cutting through the early afternoon. The air feels tight as it falls silent, his scream settling around us.

“Fuck!” Bash curses as he scrambles to push me back into the driver’s seat, turning the car on for me. “Get out of here, Alina!” he yells as I see a large, red-faced man barreling down the sidewalk towards my car, beer bottle grasped in his fist.

“Bash, no! Don’t get out!!” I scream as I try to hold onto him, but he throws me off his body. I don’t understand his need to get away, until I see that the man has shifted course slightly and is walking towards my side of the car, not Bash’s.

I freeze. I don’t know what’s happening, even though it all seems to be moving in slow motion. I hear Bash next to me, but I’m watching the man approach me with a lethal look on his face and my brain stops working.

Sebastian:

She needs to get thefuckout of here. I was stupid to think it was ok for her to drive me home. My dad doesn’t want me to have friends or to associate with anyone. He doesn’t want people to know the real shit happening in our home and how he’s very much an abusive, fuckingprick.

Alina is frozen, meaning she’s not doing what’s necessary to ensure her safety. I get out of the car as he passes the headlights at the front of the hood. Alina is stunned, mouth opened, unmoving in the front seat.

“Dad!!!” I scream as I run as fast as my adrenaline will allow, sprinting for him as he advances on my girlfriend.

“Who is this?!” he demands. Alina finally snaps out of her trance. She holds up her hands and looks at me for help. He reaches out, going for her door, but she luckily reacts fast enough to lock it. He yanks at the handle a couple times and is about to punch out the window when I reach him. Grabbing him around the middle, I yank him backwards.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch her, you piece of fucking shit!!” I scream as I struggle with all of my might to get him away from the car. He elbows me in the gut, and I hear Alina shriek from the driver’s seat. I’m waving at her to leave, to get the fuck out of here. She’s crying hysterically, my baby girl too much of a softy to just drive the fuck away and leave me. But sheneedsto. I muster everything I can and shout, “LINA GIRL!!! DRIVE!!!”

She crumbles, but she finally gets her shit together enough for the car to begin to move. So slowly. She’s trying to stall. Her hysterical screams fill my ears as my father pushes me forcefully into the back door and imprints my back into her vehicle. She stops, the car lurching as she slams on the breaks. I’m yelling once more for her to leave, and this time, she listens. Making sure I’m clear of her car, her tires screech away and I’m left by myself with my dad. I pray she never has to witness this shit again.

He grabs me by the collar of my shirt and yanks me towards the house. “That stupid slut where you been hiding all this time?” he asks as he throws me through the front gate of our chain-link fence.

“You told me to leave. I was doing what you fucking wanted!” I protest. He backhands me for talking back. I sprawl out across the front lawn, my ear ringing.

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