Page 33 of Jagger
Still, Molly doesn't answer the door. So, I forget counting and run at it, the crack of the hinges pleasing me as my shoulder forces the door to give way.
Molly shrieks from the bed, clutching the duvet to herself in fear. Her lower lip trembles, but she holds a gun in her hands, and I can't help but be impressed.
Does she even know how to use that thing?
"Hello," I say, lifting the door from the floor and propping it against the wall. "I'm here to take you somewhere safer."
Molly's eyes narrow to slits. "Is that some kind of sick joke? You? Keep mesafe?!"
I turn my back on her, giving her the perfect opportunity to shoot me. She doesn't, and I'm not a bit surprised. This girl can't protect herself for shit.
"You fucking raped me!" Molly hisses, cocking the gun at me. "I willneverforgive you."
I sigh and turn to her, pressing my palms against the bed as I gaze at her.
"I don't want your forgiveness, nor do I deserve it. But I did what I had to do, alright? Now can we leave this shithole?"
Molly pales. "You did what you had to do?" She echoes my words and shakes her head as she bares her teeth. "I should shoot you right now, you dirty bastard! Paying him, payinghim?—"
She's hysterical now, and without thinking, I take her wrists in mine, the gun dropping to the bed beside us. I pull her towards me as she kicks and screams, but I rest my forehead against hers as she sobs.
"You hate me. I know. That's fine. I hate me too."
She recoils from me, and something deep inside twists and snaps, releasing an icy-cold flood of emotion through my stomach.
"But I'm taking you somewhere safe. The end."
"Let me go!" Molly shouts, clawing me on the throat when I release her. I grab her wrist again and shake my head in warning.
"Scratch me all you want, kitten; you're not staying here any longer."
Then I stop, letting her go once more as she scrambles away from me, her chest heaving. She's scared I'm going to hurt her. I don't blame her.
"Your aunt has reported you missing."
"So?! What the fuck does that have to do with you and Colton?"
"I'll take you to hers. Please, Molly."
"I'm not going anywhere with a fucking rapist!" Molly hisses, curling her legs beneath her.
Her words slam into me like bullets, but I exhale and pinch my nose. "I told you—I did that because I had to!"
"Oh, yeah, you really had to, Jagger! You had to cum inside of me, too, right?"
Fucking hell.I turn away and wonder why the fuck I'm bothering to try to help her. It can't be me, can it? I'm a rapist to her, nothing more.
"Molly…"
"No! I'm calling the police!"
I snort and point to my car. "Get in my car, and I'll drive you to your aunt's. Now."
"Or what?" Molly's eyes glitter with rage. "Or you'll rape me again?"
I cringe in disgust. "No."
"Why is that such an obscene suggestion?" Molly shakes her head, her voice quivering. "It's what you did."
