Page 87 of What Is Love
Brandon’s hands moved more up my waist and he leaned in to kiss my neck. “Did ya wear this for me?”
He was wasted.
I nodded. “I’m sorry about hitting you. I hope you will forgive me.”
He licked from my neck up to my jaw and I had to fight the bile churning in my stomach. “I’ll forgive you if you let me fuck ya ri—right now.” He started kissing my neck again and his hands moved up to cup my boobs.
I swallowed thickly. “Can we go up to your room?”
He didn’t respond, only tried to push me backward.
“Brandon, wait,” I said as I grabbed his hands. “Please, can we go to your room? I don’t want my first time to be on a table.”
He shook my hands off and pulled back to look at me. “Just shut up and lay down!”
I swallowed again and turned to push the cups out of the way so I could do just that.
I can do this.
I can do this.
I would imagine him as Roe or Wyatt or, hell, even Reid. I would do what I had to.
“Taking too long!” He grabbed me by my hips and tried to flip me over. In the process, I ended up kicking him, and he took a couple of steps back, looking offended. “What the fuck?!”
“It was an accident. I’m sorry!” I said quickly.
He came back at me with anger.
I can’t do this.
I can’t.
I thrust out my booted foot and kicked him in the chest. He stumbled until his back hit the wall. I hopped off the table and speedwalked for the door.
“Charlotte!” he yelled.
I glanced back. He was coming for me.
I booked it out of the dining room and bumped into someone just outside, hard enough to fall against them. They caught me. I didn’t have the time to see who it was, I just knew it was a guy by their clothes. Brandon came barreling out of the dining room next. Pushing off the guy holding me, I ran as fast as I could until I had to skirt and weave around people. I was trying to get to the front door, but as I approached, there were too many people crowded in front of it. I didn’t have time to push through them. Before Brandon could see me, I dashed up the stairs.
There weren’t many people up on the second floor. I opened doors trying to find a place to hide. The first two doors were bedrooms and people were having sex in them. The third door was a bathroom. I went in there and shut the door. I was going to lock it, but I worried that if he found it locked, he’d assume I was in here and then I’d be cornered. I quickly went to the shower, pulled back the curtain, stepped into the tub, and slid the curtain back into place.
I sat down in the tub and pulled my knees to my chest. My wristlet thunked against the side of the tub, making me wince at the loud noise.
I couldn’t do it.
Sharon would undoubtedly call Mother now. I should have just let him do what he wanted.
My eyes and nose burned.
I should have, but I couldn’t.
The sound of the bathroom door opening made me hold my breath. The door closed and I heard footsteps walk closer. “Charlotte?”
It wasn’t Brandon’s voice.
“Yeah,” I said weakly.
