Page 6 of Fragmented Illusions
“What are you doing out here all by your lonesome?”
I jump at the unexpected voice and a scream tears through my throat simultaneously. I whirl around to find Trenton a few feet behind me. His hands are in his pockets as he approaches but when he hears my scream, he yanks them out and holds them up in mock surrender.
“Sorry, babe. Didn’t mean to scare ya. Just saw you walk out here and thought you might want some company.” He slurs his words, but he smiles at me with a heavy-lidded gaze, and I find myself smiling back. I bring my hand up to my chest and press it against my thundering heart, hoping the gesture will help return it to its normal beat.
“Sorry. You scared the shit out of me,” I tell him, my voice raspy from screaming. I bring my fingers to my hair once more and smooth it down, fixing any hair which might be out of place.
“Yeah, that’s my bad, for sure. I wasn’t thinking.”
My smile widens as he takes the few steps to reach me and when he’s next to me, he brings his hand up to my cheek and brushes his knuckles across my cheekbone.
“You’re flushed,” he points out, and all I can do is nod slightly as I feel my face heat even more.
“Your cheeks are starting to match your hair.” He laughs lightly as he continues to stroke my cheek and I, in this moment, am grateful for the darkness surrounding us because with it, he can’t see how truly hot my face is.
I’ve never received this kind of attention from anyone before and I don’t know how to handle it properly—or at all. The insecurities I always try to keep locked inside of me are trying to slowly break free all because of his hand on my skin, but I refuse.
That’s not who the new Fallon is.
The new Fallon is strong. Confident. Completely and utterly sure of herself.
Before I can change my mind, I step up on my tip toes and bring my face closer to Trenton’s. I close my eyes and bring my lips to his, but the second our lips touch, something happens.
Something… Bad.
Trenton growls. Low and threatening as he shoves his hand into my hair and yanks it. Hard.
I cry out as my head is yanked backwards, far enough for my neck to spasm and send a bolt of white-hot pain down my spine. I instantly try to pull away, but he yanks my head harder. Tears spring to my eyes as pain sears my head.
“I’ve been waiting to get you alone all fucking night, babe.” Trenton’s beer-scented breath fans across my face as he mumbles the words with his lips pressed to my cheek. The tears building in my eyes fall hot and fast down my face as a sob bubbles past my lips.
I jerk my body from side to side, trying to pull myself from his grasp, but it’s futile.
One of his hands wraps around the back of my neck as the other wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. The hard ridge of his erection digs into my belly as he begins swiveling his hips and another sob breaks through.
“Plea—”
“Shh, babe. It’s okay,” Trenton whisper-slurs as he presses his index finger against my lips. His grip on me tightens to the point where I can feel his blunt fingernails biting into my flesh, leaving what I’m sure is small, crescent shaped indentations in my skin—even through the material of my outfit.
He pulls his finger from my mouth, dragging it slowly so he pulls my bottom lip down with it. Before his finger leaves my skin, he replaces it with his mouth. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before biting it brutally hard.
My heart clunks painfully slow inside of my chest.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I feel as if I am slowly dying. I know there is only one way this can end.
My entire body shuts down as he continues to assault my body.
I don’t know what else to do. He is twice my size and controlling my body so fucking easily when it’s taking everything in me to fight back.
He’s going to rape me.
And I cannot stop him.
