Page 50 of The Young & the Sinner

My eyes widened in surprised, and he let out a laugh. I flinched. He already knew. That was why he was doing this. I struggled against him then. I didn’t want to become another number in a teen sexual-violence statistic.

“No.” I said, finding my voice. The word came out surprisingly strong. “No, we’re not doing this. And you’re going to leave the house and leave me the fuck alone.”

He laughed in my face. Lorenzo was seriously deranged. Knowing I wasn’t doing myself any favors by being so close to him, I head-butted him hard, until I heard a distinctive crush from where my forehead connected with his nose.

Lorenzo let out a blood-curdling scream, and I took that as my chance to get the hell out of there. I clumsily climbed off his lap and ran to the front door. I was going to run out barefoot and screaming bloody murder until one of the neighbors hears me. Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins should be home.

I knew I shouldn’t have locked the door in the first place, and I wished I had followed my instincts, because even though unlocking the door didn’t take any time, it was enough time for Lorenzo to catch up to me. He pulled on the back of my shirt and I fell down backward, my head hitting the hardwood floor. Pain burst out, and I let out a small groan.

When I opened my eyes again, Lorenzo was looming over me, blood gushing out of his nose, and he was mad. I whimpered and tried to back away. He grabbed my legs and pinned me to the floor.

I tried to kick him away, but my limbs were so fucking useless under the force of his body weight, they didn’t do any damage. I was helpless against him.

“Stop! Get off of me!”

“Oh, no, little bitch. We got this far; we might as well see this thing through. After all, I already bled for you. It’s time for you to do the same when I break your hymen.” He leaned in close, his beer breath hitting my nose. “Make no mistake. I will break you.”

“Max will kill you,” I threatened. “And I’ll call the cops after…” After all was said and done. After he broke me. A sob made it way up my throat and I closed my eyes.

Lorenzo laughed in my face. “I’ll say you seduced me. Which you did. Do you have any idea how hard I get just looking at you, and yet I couldn’t do anything about it? Don’t worry, Olive. I’ll prepare you enough to take me in. I’m not that much of a monster.”

He grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head. I flexed my hands, trying to escape, but he only tightened his hold.

“Stop. Please, just stop,” I begged, when he used his other hand to push my shirt up until my bra was exposed.

I struggled in his hold when he unclasped the front buckle of my bra, bearing me for the first time to his gaze. He pinched my nipple, and I had to look away from what he was doing, tears streaming down the side of my face.

“Hmm, you’re just as pretty as I imagined you’d to be. Go ahead and scream, baby. No one is around to hear you.”

He straddled my thighs and let go of my wrists. I covered my chest with my hands, as if that could save my modesty, especially when he was focused on unbuttoning my jeans. I moved, and he put more of his weigh on me, hurting me. When he moved the jeans down as far as they would go, I screamed.

It didn’t matter what he said. Our neighbors weren’t that far from us. Surely someone would hear me. My scream grew louder and more uncontrollable when he cupped me between my legs.

“No, no,” I begged, when he moved my panties to the side and pushed a finger inside of me. Then another. I let out a small whimper of pain as he stretched me out. Moving to try and get him off hurt me, so I stayed still while he violated me.

“God, look at this. Look at how wet you are. You’re getting turned on, huh?” he asked with a wicked grin, and I closed my eyes. No, this wasn’t right. I wasn’t turned on. I didn’t want this. I let out a cry when he increased the movements of his fingers.

“I said, get off!” I yelled, buckling my hip, hoping to throw him off, and suddenly he was gone.

His weight was there one minute and was gone the next. It took a while before I could process what was happening, but when I did, my tears came down even harder—but with relief this time.

Mason was here!

Thank God.

Mason pulled Lorenzo off of me and slammed him against the wall. The back of Lorenzo’s head bounced against it with a loud thud. “You son of bitch! I’m going to fucking destroy you.” Mason pulled his fist back punched him, making more blood spurt out from his nose. Lorenzo fell to the ground and Mason straddled him.

Max was by my side then. He must have been there all along, but I didn’t realize it until he was pulling down my shirt, trying to cover me.

I whimpered.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You’re going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

Lies. It was lies. How could I be okay? I didn’t look at him, and I didn’t look at Mason, and I especially didn’t look at Lorenzo. I stood up on shaky legs, pulled my jeans up and ran to my room.

I sat on the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to lay down on my bed.

I wanted to scrub away his touch. I felt so dirty. All I could think about was how his hands had felt on me, how much stronger he was than me, and how I hadn’t been able to fight him off.

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