He had his large hand wrapped around my ankle, not letting me go. He started gliding his finger up and down my bare thighs. I tried to scream so many times but the words got stuck in my throat every time I tried.
“What are we going to do with you Amelia?” He whispered, his fingers drawing circles on my skin. Where’s Beau? I want Beau by my side not him. Next thing I know I’m pinned down on the bed. His alcoholic breath was all I could smell.
“Get off of me,” I tried squirming, he just let out a dry laugh. His hazel like brown eyes soon turned black, piercing into mine.
“Oh, the things I could do to you.” He smirked, caressing my face. I tried everything I could to get out of his grip. “Don’t cry,” He cooed. I didn’t even realise I was crying, his grip which was now around both of my wrists got tighter. I yelped out in pain. “I wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew I touched you here.” He said, darkly, tracing his fingers from my collar down to my shorts.
“Please, just leave me alone.” I cried.
“That’ll be far too easy,” I grinned. “I want what’s mine,” He spat. Slowly unbuttoning the shorts and unzipping the zip.
“I’m not yours,” I hissed.
“No, Beau took you away from me.” He hissed back. “I’m taking what’s mine,”
“I’m not yours to take!” I say a little louder, shouting in his face. Suddenly I felt a stinging sensation soar across my right cheek. I gasped, my mouth gaped open in shock, and the burning pain just got worse. I whimpered, tears just started falling even more. I wanted Beau, I needed him. Where is he?
“I suggest you behave unless you want me to make permanent damage on that pretty little face of yours.” He said coldly, his eyes turning black. I finally stopped struggling to get out of his grip and relaxed. “Good girl,” He whispered.
He soon started kissing my jaw down my collar bones. More tears built up in my eyes, I felt disgusting. I noticed his body was no longer tensed but relaxed, just like mine. “What should I do with you?” He mumbled into my neck. I bit my lip holding back the tears. His hands soon let go of my wrists and explored my body.
The next thing that happened was unexpected. I managed to get him off me as he was off guard. I ran, ran out the front door, running away from that bastard. My eye sight became blurry as I soon registered everything that just happened, tears swelling up once more.
I noticed I was back down a familiar road, the only street I knew. I ran up to the house and started banging on the door continuously.
“I’m coming!” I heard the voice shout from inside. I didn’t stop knocking though; I just kept slamming my knuckles into the hard wooden door. “I’m coming!” They yelled.
“What the fu-” Her eyes soon widened as she saw me. “Oh my god, Amelia!” Georgia gasped pulling me inside her house. I couldn’t hold it in anymore; I collapsed down onto the floor and burst into tears.
“Hey!” I heard a voice I knew far too well greet me. I spun around to meet a pair of crystal blue eyes.
“Hi,” I greeted back, with a grin.
“How have you been?”
“Yeah, I’ve been okay, I guess.” I shrugged. “What about you?” I asked Kaitlyn.
“I’ve been great, thanks.” She smiled at me. “Look, want to go and have a coffee or something? To catch up or something?” She suggested. I hesitated; I stared at the apartment window from the street. I should really check up on Amelia…
“Sure, sounds good.” I agreed.
“Shall we go to the one across the street? Like we used to?” She asked a hopeful look in her eyes.
“Yeah,” I smiled.
As Kaitlyn and I were talking about everything that’s happened since we last saw each other my phone started ringing.
“Who is it?” She asked, curiously.
“Georgia,” I muttered.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?”
“Na, it’ll probably be about Jai or something.” I replied. I declined the call and placed the phone on my table.
“I’ve missed you, Beau.” Kaitlyn gave me a sweet smile.
“I’ve missed you too,” I smiled back.