Chapter 59:

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YOUR P.O.V.

"Guys this was nice and all but I really think I should go, my mom uhh.. needs help unpacking" I fumble with my words as I stand from the chair I've been slumped in for hours and head to the door

My legs feel like jelly

"Wait!" Kaitlyn says. She walks up to me and places her hands on the door knob. "Lemme at least walk you downstairs to the door"

"No, I'll do it" her brother says, as he stands off his bed and puts his phone in his pocket. He looks at me and smirks

I take a deep breath. "I don't care who does it" I say and open the bedroom door. I hurry down the stairs before this Wes guy can try anything.

When I make it to the front door, I try to unlock it but he places the palm of his hand on it and moves close to me.  I back away until I can't anymore

My heart rate beats faster and faster and I feel sick. He smells like cologne but the type that gives you a headache

"Give me your number" he says taking his phone out of his pocket and opening it up to his contacts list. He presses for a new number and hands me the screen.

Should I give him my real number?

Yes because he'll find out if  I give him a fake one

I dial it in and hesitantly hand him back his device without looking up at him. But he lifts my chin, forcing me to stare directly at him.

I push his hand off of my face.

"What do you not fucking understand about me saying I have a boyfriend !"

He smirks. "I understand it I just don't care. He isn't here and he'll never come see you so technically you aren't together anymore"

"That's for me and him to decide not a stranger! Stop touching me everywhere! Are you-"

He places his hand in between the crease of my inner thigh and my heart drops. It feels like I can't breathe.

"Do you want me to do this? Because I will" he whispers harshly

I'm afraid. I really am. I don't want this. This is insane

I shake my head and bite my lip to stop me from crying. "Don't do it" I say looking down

He places his hands directly over the area and moves it up and down.

That's it.

I push him off of me hard. "Don't ever touch me you asshole!"

He looks at me emotionless and then just like that he grabs me by the neck and pushes me harder onto the door. I grab his hand trying to get him off of me but he begins placing it up my shirt.

I can't breathe.. everything's becoming dizzy.. I can't let him do this..

I can't let another guy do this

The door opens from upstairs and he backs away immediately.

I glance at him, unable to breathe still. As if I'm impacted by the pressure he put on me

I hear footsteps trail down the stairs but I don't care to acknowledge who it is. I stare at the ground holding my neck in my hands.

As if I can't move

Everywhere I touch it, it hurts.

Tears bubble up in my eyes and I open the front door and leave trying not to cry on the spot. But once I make it down the block I can't help but scream.

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