"I'm not going to hurt you." He took his hands off my waist and placed them on either side of my head.
"I could never hurt you." He lowered his face into my neck. His breath on my neck sent electricity down my spine.
Being flustered, my breathing...
"Come back to my house after school." He whispered against my face.
"I-I can't, I- can't trust you." His arms fell to his sides and the safety I once felt, was stripped away.
"I'm not apart of the east side yet," He said frustrated.
"I still have a couple months before I turn 18."
"But still Ames," I breathed out.
"I can't risk anything happening to Toby."
"I won't let anything happen, one good thing about being the heir to a gang is that people still listen to me," His soft hands traced up my arms. I was still kind of uncomfortable with him touching me so I pulled away again.
"I will announce that nobody is to come near you or your brother."
Can I trust him? He still probably has enemies, but to be fair; it's not like I'm any leverage...I'm just me.
"Let me think about it." I said as my hand made its way to the door.
Right before I opened it, he stepped in front of me. Causing only a couple inches of space in between our faces. For a second, I saw him glance at my lips.
His masculine smell once again greeted my nose. I couldn't help but look at his full lips. They were a really soft pink color.
I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me in that moment.
Anxiety annoying filled my head with insecurities. What if I'm bad at kissing? What if my breath smells? What if we bump noses awkwardly or something.
"We- I got to get to class." I pushed by him and let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding.
My thoughts ran wild as I finally returned back to class. He soon returned right after me.
The look on his face was flustered as he sat in his usual seat right next to me.
Through out the lecture, I couldn't help but sneak little glances at the handsome human sitting by me. His nose was perfectly arched and nobody could miss his chiseled jawline.
"Are you done checking me out." He turned his head slowly, forcing me to snap back into reality.
"Was not!!" I fought.
Thankfully the bell rang and I zoomed out of History class. He is making me feel some type of way I've never felt before.
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When I returned home with Toby, Johns car wasn't there again so I cleaned up and made him dinner as usual. I'm surprised he went so easy on me last time, a slap in the face was all I got!!
The front door opened and my drunk step father appeared, tripping over his own feet.
"There you are," his voice was harsh. "I-i cleaned and made you some sausage and pancakes." I tried to suck up to him.
His beard was wild and it looks like he got in a fight with a bear. The clothes on him were shredded.
"Don't bother sucking up today princess, I've got lots of steam I need to let out. My girlfriend broke up with me today. And now... I'm taking it out on you!!!" He yelled.
Before I could run, he yanked my hair back and it caused me to slam against the ground. A scream escaped my lips.
Soon after, I was being pulled into his disgusting bedroom. It had dirty clothes and old food everywhere. The brown on the walls was nauseating.
My body was helplessly thrown on his bed and he scrambled through his drawers for something. What is he doing? This is new.
He pulled out ties. "Let me go, please!!" I cried.
John took my leg and began tying it to his bed post, on after the other. Then he tied my hands.
"You will not make one peep you hear me." He took off his shirt.
No. No this is not happening. I immediately tried pulling at the ties but to no avail. He ties it so light that I could feel my blood circulation cutting off.
"Don't move princess." I heard this pants unbuckle.
I was about to scream when a dirty sock was thrown in my mouth and his shirt was thrown on my face.
I couldn't see anything. Everything was black.
He began to try to pull my clothes off but I still tried to escape.
Another slap was thrown at my body.
"Stop moving you slut."
At this point, my bare chest felt his hot breath. His slimy tongue ran up and down my stomach.
I felt like I was going to throw up. Never did I ever think John was capable of something like this.
Tears uncontrollably streamed down my face.
His hands gripped the top of my shorts, when I felt him being thrown off of me.
I couldn't see anything but I hear someone groaning in pain. Trust me, I know that sound anywhere.
My blindfold was torn off and my eye were met with beautiful blue ones. An unreadable expression was on his face. He looked like he wanted to murder someone.
I spit the sock out. "Ames, help me please." I begged.
He tore the ties from my limbs and removed his hoodie.
"Here." He handed it to me.
My hands were so shaky but I managed to put it on.
Then he picked me up and I snuggled into him for safety.
While the he was carrying me out of the bedroom, I saw my stepfather on the floor knocked out with blood on his face.
He started walking out the front door but I tried to stop him by holding onto the door frame.
"Toby." I managed to get out.
But before I could tell him about my brother again, black spots appeared in my vision and I was brought into the darkness.
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