Fight For You {Book 2 completed}

*Sequel to Only You* It is said that time heals all wounds, but Ally’s cuts just keep getting deeper and deeper. She thinks the horror is over when Damen is locked away, but little does she know. What will she think when she starts getting cryptic little ‘presents’ on her doorstep early in the morning? And how will she react when there is a note left, threatening the people she loves? Little does Ally know that the horror is hardly over. Copyright ©

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9. He still wants that kiss...

 

It was him. I stopped breathing, and my eyes went wide. My arms fell limp to my sides. Right in front of me was Damen. He was actually here and it wasn’t a good thing. The memories of my dream came haunting back. Damen was behind that front door all that time. How could I have been more stupid?

Damen stood there with place skin, his hair a mess, his eyes dark and that evil smirk was plastered across his face. Just like in my dream. No this couldn’t be. He wore a black leather jacket and grey shirt with black skinny jeans. To accompany that he wore his black bad boy biker boots. When he lifted his hand to rake though his hair, I couldn’t help but flinch. It was force of habit by now.

Suddenly reality hit me. I needed to get away from here. I needed to tell Liam and Harry. I needed to call the girls, and quick. I quickly moved back to slam the door shut, but his damn boot stopped it midway. I pushed harder on the door hoping to close it but I was no use. Damen stood there with an even wider wicked smirk on his skinny face.

“Hello Alex.” He said eerily. I stopped to stare at him. The colour drained from my face. I hated the way he used my real name. He didn’t call me Ally like everyone else in the whole damn world, he called me Alex. The way my name rolled of his tongue disgusted me. I can’t believe I fell for this guy once upon a time.

I didn’t reply back. Instead I turned on my heal and headed towards the back door. That’s it, I would escape from him. Unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough. Half way there he caught hold of my fore arm, hard. I couldn’t help but let out a little screech. Why? This couldn’t not be happening. Not when I‘ve just got out of it. Maybe I was dreaming; yes maybe I was. I pinched myself with my free arm. Ouch! That hurt. No, it was not a dream.

Abruptly I was pulled closer to Damen. I felt his cold breath on my neck; it made me shiver. Images of my dream sprang into mind, but I just pushed them back. I heard the door close as he pushed it with his foot. No. My back was against his chest and my arm was trapped behind my back, in his deadly grip. My heart pounded in my chest harder and harder. This couldn’t be happening. How did he find me?

Then I remembered the letters. It was him, it was all him. The rose the creepy notes, they were all his doing. How long has he been out there watching me? Waiting until it was best to make his move. And now, obviously he had chosen the perfect moment; when I was alone.

“It was you.” I gasped. He rested his sharp chin on my shoulder and griped my other arm behind my back. I was trapped.

“What was me, Alex?” he asked as innocently as he could, but he couldn’t fool me.

“The letters, notes, the…rose.” I trailed of remembering the moments of each and every morning I had to get up and discover them on my doorstep.

“Yes. I hope you liked them Alex. I had a little help delivering them though, I must admit.” He said, seeming quite chuffed with himself. Help? He had help? Who? Who was working with him? Maybe he blackmailed someone, or maybe he paid someone to do his dirty work. This angered me. Why?

I pulled and shoved, trying to break my arms free, but it was no use. He pulled me closer to him with such force that my hair fell over my eyes, and I could smell his after shave strongly. I needed to confront him.

“Let me go Damen Clark!” I said fiercely, whist struggling to get out of his hold.

“No Alex. Your mine.” He whispered in my ear. His? Hell no.

“No Damen. I am not yours. Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I asked pleadingly. My courage to face him had disappeared.

“I still want that kiss Alex.” He whispered breathing on my ear. I cringed. I didn’t like being so close to him.

Suddenly I felt his grip get loosen. I took the opportunity to run, as fast as I could but was caught, again. Damen caught me by hooking his fingers to my waistband, and pulling me closer to him. He slammed me against the wall, so that I was chest to chest with him. My breathing got heavier and his hands didn’t leave my waistband. What was he planning to do?

Our chests were heaving up and down in sync. And he put his forehead on mine. I squirmed away, pushing on his chest.

“I suggest you don’t do that Alex, or else this will turn out very bad.” He smiled. What could be worse than this? Never the less I stopped pushing and let my arms fall; I couldn’t take the chances.

“Now, that’s a good girl.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes. Then I had an idea. If I was allowed to push and shove I could scream, couldn’t I?

I opened my mouth ready to scream for help but his, scrappily cold hand cupped my mouth. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. “I suggest you don’t do that either.” He smiled. His smile disgusted me. I bit hard on his skin and he quickly jerked it away from my mouth. I tried to make an escape again but failed once again. He held me firmly in place.

My back was pressed against the wall and there was not as much as an inch separating us. I wanted Liam. However in a way I was glad he wasn’t here. I was glad because I didn’t want him to get hurt again. Not because of me. I was glad everyone I loved was away from me, and safe.

I was knocked out of my trances when I felt a cold breeze on my chest. Damen was undoing my shirt buttons. Shoot! My eyes went wide. “What are you doing?” I stuttered. He just chuckled.

“I am getting back what’s mine, but properly this time.” He smirked. That evil glint was in his eyes. No this could not be happening. I tried to pry his dirty hands of me. But he just pushed me harder against the wall, causing me to hurt my head against the wall. My eye sight went blurry for a little while but then came back.

I tried screaming, but when I did I wished I hadn’t. As soon as that screech came out of my mouth, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head and my sight went black; I felt nothing but numbness. He won. Damen Clark won.

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