Page 90 of Retribution

“Come on, Indie. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am.” His tone completely insincere.

“Sorry?” I laugh.

It’s a bit fucking late for that.

He squints his eyes at me, looking at me from head to toe. I tap my foot nervously, wanting to be out of here and away from him.

“Don’t be like that baby, you know couples just go through rough patches sometimes. It doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

“A rough patch? Are you just as delusional as you are stupid?” I fume at him, stepping backwards from him as he attempts to close our distance.

“I know you must miss me, but I’ve decided to come back, to come home.”

Shaking my head, I let another laugh erupt from me. This man really can’t be serious.

“There is no home for you to return to, Scott, and besides that, we are already done and have been for a while.”

“I’ve been keeping notes, Indie. Do you really think we’d be over and you could just go on with your life, like I never existed?” he mocks.

I look up at him with my eyes wide as my heart begins to thump out of my chest from the anxiety.

“You are sadly mistaken if that’s what you think. I’m not going anywhere.” His voice sends shivers down my spine, but not the good kind that I’ve been used to recently.

He steps closer to me, so I take a step back, but he continues until my back is pressed against the tiled wall. I look around frantically, the sense of claustrophobia and threat sending alarm bells ringing in my head.

Placing one arm above my head, I cower, trying to turn myself inside out to get away from him. His breath smells like alcohol and his stubble is outgrown, now beginning to take form as a beard.

“Look at me!” He barks, gripping my face in between his fingers.

The grip is tight enough to bite the inside of my cheek, my lips pushing out from the pressure.

“You belong to me, Indie, and you always will.”

I try to fight him off and grip his wrists in an attempt for him to set me free, to which he only pushes my head back against the wall. His eyes glance over my hands that are clawing at his wrists and his eyebrows shoot upwards.

“Oh, Indie. I can see you’ve been a very busy girl.”

He uses his spare hand and grabs onto my left hand, pulling it towards him as I struggle under his weight.

“What a pretty little diamond that is, must have cost a pretty penny.” He slurs and tries to pry the ring from my finger.

I wrestle him and bring my knee forward into his groin and his hands let go of me immediately, rushing to his crown jewels.

Taking this as my opportunity, I bolt past him towards the bathroom door.

Just as I get a hold of the handle, I’m yanked backwards by my hair, sending me barreling to the ground. I wince at the angle I fall l onto my wrist, the sound of vibrating piques my attention.

Looking at my clutch on the counter top next to the sink, I reach up to retrieve it. Scott is still focused on his manhood, and I see the phone is lit up with Reed’s name. Just as I swipe to accept the call, Scott pushes me downwards onto the floor, his entire weight crushing my rib-cage as I let out a scream, whilst the air disappears from my lungs.

“You stupid little bitch!” His monstrous voice growls.

He begins to scramble at my dress and this is when I really start to panic, beginning to slap at his face, fight mode taking over my body. He slaps me hard across my face and I falter at the sharp sting of the pain as he seizes me by the wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, whilst I kick my legs desperately.

I’m running out of options, my small frame is no match for his bulky one. I hear the sound of a zipper and I let out another scream, hoping someone will hear me.

Someone has got to notice that the ladies toilet has been locked for the past five minutes, please.

Letting go of my wrists, he clamps a hand over my mouth as well as my nose, cutting off any chance of breathing that I originally had. I scratch and nip at his hand as I become completely hysterical.

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