Page 113 of Something like Redemption

There is only self-preservation.

And drugs.

And money.

And greed.

“On that note, I better get you nice and docile for when your father arrives.” He rears forward, punching me in the guts.

A gush of wind leaves my lungs, and I gag, unable to breathe.But Justin doesn’t stop. He stands to his dominating height and sucker punches me in the ribs. I grunt, my body slumping forward, the pain radiating to my toes.

But I don’t scream. I remind myself that I deserve this.

“Scream!” Justin roars as he punches me in the nose.

My head snaps back with a sickening thud, and I can feel hot blood dripping down my face, over my chin, and dribbling onto my jeans.

But still, I don’t scream.

As Justin slaps my bloodied cheeks, over and over again, my left eye closes over, and I wish for unconsciousness to overtake me.

Sadly, it doesn’t.

It’s only when I feel the soiled T-shirt being torn from my body, my bra ripped from my shoulders, my breasts roughly palmed, and my jeans being yanked down my thighs that I make a sound.

“You motherfucker.”

Justin merely laughs in response.

My vision is blurry and clouded by my matted, loose hair, but nothing is wrong with my hearing as I listen to the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being unclasped and a zipper being unfastened.

“I’m sure you had no problems spreading your legs for that asshole!” he yells, his voice shredding my eardrums. “I thought I could sever your infatuation with one another since he has been a pain in the ass from the beginning. I thought this problem would be easily disposed of because, how could you love him and not me?

“You flirted with me to get what you wanted, and I nearly believed you because love is really fucking blind! But that night, it wasmyname you should have been screaming, not his! And that night, I knew it was the beginning of the end for you both because that asshole would die for you, and you will never give him up!”

His words slap me across the cheek because the truth of what he says makes me ache for Quinn.

“I’ve earned your pussy after you’ve flaunted it my way all these years!” Justin spits as his pants hit the floor with a nauseating thud.

His heavy breath whips at my cheeks, and I can smell his desperation as he violently pinches my nipples, laughing when I attempt to pull back from his assault.

My entire body feels like a rag doll as I’m all floppy and have no control of my frame. I tell myself to focus because, in about five seconds, Justin will make good on his word as he skulks behind me.

Justin yanks my limp head backward by my hair and pushes his arousal into my cheek. I’m hoping he takes off my gag and forces that disgusting thing near me because if he does, I will happily bite it off.

He reaches around me, tearing my underwear off. His desperate fingers suddenly push into me with such brute force, I scream out in pain.

Tears I’ve tried so hard to contain fall as I realize he’s going to take the only thing that’s mine. The only thing I could offer Quinn that is pure and untouched, unlike the rest of me.

“You think you belong to that fucker? Well, I’ll show you who you really belong to,” Justin says, inches from my ear, and I close my eye, unable to watch as he brutally takes away my humanity.

However, a loud sound of something being thrown into the wall and sliding onto the floor with an ear-splitting thud has me shakily opening up my good eye to see what’s going on.

All my questions are answered when I fuzzily see…him.

As his heavy boots pace onto the wooden floor, murderously calm, I know it’s Quinn.I don’t know how he found me, and quite frankly, I don’t care. I’m just so happy he’s here.

What happens next occurs in slow motion, and although I’m seeing it, I don’t believe it.

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