Page 1 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
Prologue
Jane
Three Years Ago
"Leave me alone!"I yelled at him while tears streamed down my face.
He thrusted inside me a few more times before he finally came. Tears were still running down my face and I couldn't stop crying.
I wanted it all to stop.
I wish I could have just disappeared and closed my eyes forever.
I feel him touch my clit and I wanted to kill myself when he whispers in my ear how good I feel. I screamed but no one was there to help me.
His grip on my hair was tight and all I wanted to do was cut all my hair off just so I couldn't feel his hands there anymore. I wanted to cut off every single piece of my body that he has touched just so I don't have to see the invisible marks he left that only I can see.
"You feel so fucking good."
He stayed inside me for a few more minutes. I felt his come down my thigh.
After a few more seconds of him controlling his breathing in my ear, I didn't feel him inside me anymore, instead, I heard him pulling up his pants while I laid limp on the floor.
I hated my parents for making me come here. Nothing good ever happens at these damn galas.
Nothing.
How was I so stupid to trust this guy that I barely met?
"Honey, don't yell at me acting as if I hurt you. You asked for it."
I asked for it.
"Screw you." I cried and curled up in a ball, holding my knees to my chest.
Next thing I know I felt a rough hand grip my face. I looked directly at him.
Blue eyes, dark blonde hair, strong cheekbones, bushy eyebrows, and a mole on his nose.
Of course, he was attractive. That's why I thought I could trust him. He acted like a gentleman and not a lot of guys who are attractive act like that. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Stupid me.
"Now, Jane, if you tell anyone about what happened tonight, I will make sure to kill you slowly to the point where you can feel all of the torture I bring down on you. I will break you even more than I already did. You understand that?" Tears ran down my face, and I could almost taste the salt. I slowly nodded my head. "Good."
He let go of my face and then walked away. The last thing I noticed about him was the crown tattoo on his finger.
When I open my eyes, I see a TV mounted on the white wall in front of me. The TV showFriendsis playing.
I furrow my eyebrows and look around only to see an IV drip attached to my arm and then cords everywhere around me.
My heart rate speeds up as I try to remember what happened. The last I remember is seeing a man walk away after saying, "Now, Jane, if you tell anyone about what happened tonight, I will make sure to kill you slowly to the point where you can feel all of the torture I bring down on you. I will break you even more than I already did. You understand that?"
The blood in my body freezes.
"Oh, Jane." I look up and see my grandmother. "Layna! Cole! She is awake!" my grandmother yells, probably waking up anyone who is sleeping on the floor.
I see my mother and father walk in. My mother has some dried-up tears on her face and my father looks like he wants to kill someone.
