Page 89 of Quarantined
"That's not true. I know you feel the way I do. I can feel you in my bones, in my blood. If you feel otherwise, then here," Milo grabs my hand and places his phone in my hand. "Call your parents. Call my parents. Call Reid. Hell, call the police. I won't stop you. Tell everyone what I did. Tell the police that I had sex with a minor. Tell them I manipulated you. I will take whatever the consequences are for my actions. I am still man enough to own up to that much. Do it, Rave."
I blink. Milo has gone off the deep end. If he goes to jail, it will leave all three of us completely abandoned. I would lie through my teeth, take a bullet, get run over by a bulldozer before I'd ever put Reid or Mia in that position.
"I am not going to do that."
"If you are not going to tell them, then be with me."
"Never."
Milo looks around desperately, looking for an answer.
"Rave, you are so out of touch with your emotions, you don't even understand your own feelings. You love me, but it's like you can't access that part of yourself. Why are you doing this to yourself? Why are you doing this to me?" He looks like he is at the end of his rope, which is not good news for me.
I refuse to be here when Milo goes off. I shake my head. He is wrong, but I don't care to prove that. He can have the final word. I am done with this conversation.
I turn around, ready to exit my own room.
Before I can, Milo grabs my elbow, effectively ending my escape plan.
My reflexes kick in. I refuse to let him keep touching me this aggressively. At least, not without a fight. I immediately turn and slap him right across his face.
"Do not fucking touch me." I am proud of myself for finally growing a spine.
Milo doesn't even flinch at my attack. Instead, he reciprocates with an onslaught of his own by grabbing both my arms and pulling me to his chest. "You are such a confused little girl," he yells, as he shakes me. "You don't know what you want. You need me to tell you what you want, like always."
Refusing to back down, I yell back, "Really! Am I confused? You promised my dad you'd take care of me. Instead, you are fucking me. You are supposed to be my guardian." I am hoping the last portion will shame him into snapping out of it.
No such luck.
"It's simple, Rave. We belong together. Stop fighting this." Milo pulls me even closer.
I push back, dropping his phone in the process, on the soft carpet. "Stop it, Milo."
Milo seems out of his mind, deaf to my words. Like he is talking to himself, having a personal monologue. I just happen to be there. "You said you love me. You said it yourself."
"I don't love you. Now get off me." I state firmly.
He grabs my wrists, hard enough to probably leave marks. I bend and twist and try to strangle out of his hold. "Milo, stop," I say it with even more force this time.
He let's go of one of my wrists and grabs onto the buttons on my shirt, yanking it open. The buttons rip and scatter across the floor.
"What are you doing?" I bellow out as I try to strike him with my free hand. He seems utterly oblivious to my attacks, as he grabs onto my shorts. This is a Milo I have never met before. It's almost like he has blacked out, out of his own body. He seems possessed.
I try to push him off again. Instead, I lose my balance and fall backward on my ass. I am on the ground, and Milo is immediately on top of me, holding me down.
"Please, baby, please don't fight me. I love you so fucking much. You are all I ever wanted."
He is kissing my face, as I am trying to push him off. I try to kick him with one leg. Milo grabs my legs, holding me down under him. I am entirely on my back now, stretched out under him on the floor. Grabbing both my wrists, he pins them on each side of my head.
It's painful.
"Ow ow. Milo! You are hurting me," I scream.
He doesn't respond, nor does he slow down as he yanks my shorts down.
"Stop! Please Milo, I am begging you. Don't do this. It's me. It's Raven. How can you hurt me like this?"
"Yes, my Raven," Milo breathes into my ear.
