Taken

[22] In Trouble

Justine

"What's wrong Justine? You look... scared." He smiles deviously and there's nothing that can save me now. Isaiah and I both know that. I look behind him and see Theo watching our little reunion.

What the fuck?

Is he just gonna stand there and let whatever happens, happen?

I swallow, trying to moisten up my throat, but it does nothing. Isaiah steps closer and grabs my wrist quickly, trapping me. I gasp, tugging away from him, but his eyes set aside the lust look and turn up the anger.

"Don't you even fucking try to run from me now. I mean, where are you gonna go? X's not here to fucking save you this time. So where does that leave us at? Hm?" He speaks through gritted teeth and I stare at him with wide eyes.

Why can't Isaiah just leave me alone?

"Please stop..." I continue to tug from him, but he just tightens his grip.

"Oh I'll stop when I get what I want.. and I think we both know what I want." He lets go of one of my wrist, to run the hand down my side. I jerk away from his touch and bring my free hand up, smacking it across his face. He sucks in a breath and smacks me right back, well backhands me. I fly towards the floor and land on my side, whimpering out. I look over towards the door and see that Theo left.

He has got to be fucking kidding me.

Tears spring to my eyes and Isaiah rolls me over, onto my back, climbing on top of me. I squirm, trying to get him off, but I only earn myself another slap. This time, he smacks the tears out. They stream down my face like a leaky faucet.

"You should know better by now Justine. Mm, you look so good, I want to take you right here and now." He leans down running his nose against my burning cheek and I whimper, turning away from him.

His hands start to roam around and they glide over my sides, to my hips and under the tank top I'm wearing. His rough fingertips glide up my bare torso and get to my bra, slipping underneath and fondling my breasts. He squeezes roughly causing me to wince.

"Mm, you just don't know half of the things I want to do to you. You're such an innocent little virgin girl. It's gonna hurt when I take it from you. I can picture how it's gonna feel for me too. Nice, warm, wet and tight. All ready for me to destroy. I promise I am gonna fuck you so hard Justine, you'll have dreams about it." He trails his lips across my face and I cringe at his words. I flinch from a hard voice echoing around us.

"I wouldn't make promises you can't keep, Isaiah." Isaiah looks up and scowls, getting off of me. I slowly sit up and my hand automatically clutched my burning cheek.

I can feel the swelling already.

I sigh and turn to see Isaiah and Zayn having a intense stare down.

Oh lord...

"Oh trust me, I always keep a promise." He steps a little closer to Zayn and I frown.

I really hope they don't fight.

"Right well, I don't really think you'll be able to keep this one. Come on Justine." Zayn smirks, extending a hand to me and I hesitantly walk from behind Isaiah to get to his hand. Isaiah snatches my wrist causing me to flinch.

"He's not X, Justine. He can't keep you protected forever and when he's not there, I definitely will be." He throws me my wrist back and I clutch it, scurrying off to Zayn. He grabs my hand and pulls me from the study, not looking back at Isaiah once. Me on the other hand, I look back and Isaiah looks pissed. I turn back around and shudder.