Save Me

Chapter 68

A devilish smirk is formed on his lips while his lustful eyes move up and down my body; scanning me. All my muscles tense due to the fear that overwhelms me. Memories of the night he attempted to do the same flood my mind and I gulp painfully. He licks his lips as I stare in despair. The need to hide from him makes my eyes look around and intense fright fills me. The room is a storeroom. It is painted in white without having a window; my escape. A few shelves decorate the room. A table at the corner; books; papers; and some other things that can't help me. I have one thing that can save me from him; the one thing I didn't have the last time. My voice.

He nears me; he takes a few steps forward as I take a few steps backward. I know the room is too small and my back will hit the wall in a few seconds. I feel a cold surface touch my back and I gasp.

"I've seen you haven't lost your stubbornness." He hisses with a smirk still playing on his lips.

"Don't you dare come any closer," I exclaim. If someone could be close, they might hear my screams. At least, I hope so.

"I told you..."He narrows his eyes and I shudder at the disgust I feel even by the look of his eyes. "I'll take what I want. I always do," I remember Corbyn's words. He was right; he wanted to protect me and I fought him over it. Tears sting the back of my eyes. I have to save myself this time.

"You won't," I announce confidently. I don't know how I muster it up. His face twists with anger before he attacks me. I stride backward; I push myself in the wall to gain some more inches. He runs to me and I move speedily to the side though he is quicker. He grabs my upper arm and crushes me roughly to him.

"Let me go!" I shout from the top of my lugs wishing someone will hear me. Anyone.

"Not a fucking chance," He snaps angrily.

He pushes me into the wall and I start kicking him. A few groans of pain are heard from him before he changes his strategy. Like he did that night, he launches me to the ground making me groan in agony, without leaving any space between us. His body is being pressed against mine forcefully. I move my legs and hands fiercely trying to break free. I keep shaking my body hardly under his strong one. I scream for help but he places his hand over my mouth and my voice gets lost in his skin. I panic as I hadn't thought of that probability. I dig my fingers in his skin making him groan in pain and then, I bite his hand strongly. He frees my mouth and I start squealing again. His hand bleeds but I don't care. I try to roar as loud as I can manage. His hands reach the hem of my shirt and lifting it, he fills my mouth with the fabric. I try to take it out but his hands grip mine rapidly and lock them above my head.

"That's better," I keep shouting but my yells are head like moans. I'm revealed to him; the thought sends adrenaline in my system. I move in the sides doing everything to get him off of me. My wrists ache muchly because of the pressure of his hands. My knees hit his feet and he tightens his grip on my wrists in response. A cry of pain and fear escapes my lips. I feel my hands shake and as well as the rest of me is in dread. My lugs ache at the lack of oxygen; I panic realizing that this time I won't be saved. His hands touch the button of jeans and my breath hitches. I budge trying to get away; not let him do this. He removes his hand yet things get worse as he presses his whole weight in my abdomen forcing me down powerfully. I can't breathe for the pressure nor can I kick him off of me. The hope of escaping ceases to exist when he sucks on my neck. His lips touch my skin and a wave of disgust and torture mixed with a sentiment of suffering explodes inside of me. I cry harder; tears like an ocean and I try to shriek insistently. Every fiber of my body feels disgusted. Every one of my cells rejects him.

I can't get him off of me. His hands touch my button yet this time he undoes it. He lifts himself up a bit in order to try to get the jeans off me. His unyielding behavior fills me with anger for a slip second freeing me from my phobia. I bring my legs closer to my body and with the most force I can gather in me; I hit him hard. He falls in his back; groaning in pain. I stand up stumbling and try to run to the door. His fingers scratch my skin as he seizes me. A scream escapes my throat just before he covers my mouth with his hand. He shoves me into the wall from behind making my cheek sting at the impact; having his hand on my lips. His mistake. I bury my teeth in his skin ferociously and he cries again releasing me. I turn around and force him back, away from me. I move to the side and hearing his footsteps; my eyes glance at the side. I grip a vase from the first shelf I see and throw it in his head causing it to break on him.

"You bitch!" Blood begins to run from his head; down to his shirt. His eyes are charged with more lust than before along with revenge. I don't manage to open the door when he hurls me on the bookshelf. My head hurts and tears prick at the corners of my eyes again. I screech again and have no luck. His hand clasps my neck; my eyes widen while the pain travels down to my toes. My lugs burn and I can't breathe. I place both of my hands on his, trying to free myself from his iron grip. But there's no use, he stronger.

"You shouldn't have had that," He seethes through clenched teeth. A cold runs down my spine at his icy tone. He bashes my head in the bookshelf before he raises me up lightly so my feet don't touch the ground. My vision blurs and I see small black marks filling my vision. The adrenaline seems to abandon me leaving me with a feeling of exhaustion and torment. I force my eyes to stay unlocked as he lowers me. My vision is so blurry that I can't notice much except his big figure. Black dots multiply by the seconds. He leans closer and I feel his warm disgusting breath fan my face. I want to punch him but I have no strength to raise my finger.

He takes his hand off of me and I collapse on the floor. The freezing ground scrapes my skin; I don't move. Weariness has blanked me over. The dark points seem to connect; darkness claims me while I blink. I force my eyes to stay open, I can't though.

Edward's eyes hover around the room after he leans down on me with a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

"I told you," He whispers and his words seem to be echoing and repeating themselves inside my head; making no sense. "I always get what I want." I lay down drained; even the tears have stopped running. He towers my body and I see him getting undress. I try to get up, move myself even an inch; nothing. Anguish makes me shudder, I'll lose my virginity. Before I give myself to the darkness, I do only one wish. I wish I can return time and let Corbyn make love to me that night. He would be my first. He's shirtless; his hands are undoing his trousers when the door flies wide open. The cold air whips around my hell. I try to open my eyelashes one more time; putting my whole energy and will. Blonde hair glistens in the cold room. I frown not recognizing the person. The boy's eyes move to Edward and the moment before I faint; I feel fire bloom inside of me. Blue ocean eyes. A smile forms on my lips briefly.

My angel