Fighter.

An Image, A memory, A fist. Kasey is nineteen and she's a mess. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time, she meets someone that she wishes she never did. She see's things she wishes she never did. But, although violent and a little frightening her relationship with Luke is passionate, sexy and the best mistake of her life.

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5. He Left His Mark.

My mind was scattering as I nervously tried to think of a solution to this quite fearsome situation. I get to my feet, quickly rummaging through my duvet covers in search of my phone, but its nowhere to be seen. 

 

“Crap." I cursed remembering I had left it in my bag downstairs. How was I supposed to call for help without my phone? I threw myself backwards onto my bed again and led staring at the white ceiling for a few moments. I had absolutely no idea what to do. My thoughts continued to scramble erratically until my mind was suddenly sharpened by a knock on my bedroom door.

 

"Do you need any help in there?" I heard the guy chuckle from the other side.

 

"You know...with getting out of that towel?" He carried on and I let out a disapproving groan. Then, completely against my own will, I dragged myself off of the comfy bed and walked toward the voice. As I approached, he was just about to say something else when I unlocked it and swung it open to reveal him lent on the door frame looking down at me. I gave him an unimpressed look his presence irritating me.

 

"I guess you don't need my help with that then..." he sarcastically spoke and began leaning in closer and placing an arm around my waist as he followed by saying,

 "I guess I'll just have to find another way to help you out." Disgusted by his comment I was just about to place a fierce slap on the side of his face when he caught my wrist in his large hand taking a couple steps towards me and encouraging me to move further into the room. He then slammed the bedroom door shut, turning my body anticlockwise and forcing me up against the wall. I let out a sharp and short gasp as his quick and forceful actions frightened me.

 

"You're not the only one who can catch people off guard you know." he sniggered at me referring to the slap I had gave him before. He then followed by tightly leaning his body against mine, his pelvis pinning me against the cold surface as he bent his head towards my neck. I tried to push him away with my free hand, all my strength pushing against his hip. But he soon made an end to my struggle as he grabbed it and held both my wrists against the wall. I then felt several soft kisses placed on my neck which began to turn into slight bites. I gasped and shrieked under the contact as I tried to wriggle from his grip. But, the more I struggled the more he bit and the harder he tried to restrain me.

 

"Get off me!” I begged him.

 

"We both know that’s not what you really want." He replied talking into my neck. I let out a sudden loud shriek as he dug his teeth into my neck causing it to graze. He then chuckled and whispered into my ear,

"See, I told you." The tall blonde haired guy then dropped his head back down to my neck and kissed the graze gently. I jolted and let out a smaller whine as the pain of the new graze shocked my body. To my surprise he then deeply moaned at my reaction and I felt the vibrations of his voice against my neck. Tingles began to run through my body as he continued by sucking where he had been kissing. 

 

I was surprised when his grip loosened and he let me free from the wall, stepping away and opening my bedroom door. He let out his little chuckle and a flashed me a cheeky smile before speaking.

 

"You didn't try and slap me that time." He winked and exited the room. A few recovery moments later I followed him out and down the stairs to the front door where he left by saying,

 

"Lock your door in future.” Then simply walked out of my house to a black vehicle parked at the end of the drive.

 

I watched as he drove off and then shut my front door. As soon as the door was closed reality hit me. What just happened? There was an uncontrollable, angry and maybe even possible murderer in my house...and he had left his mark.

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