His fist connects with my ribs hard. The pain is blinding, immediate, stealing the air from my lungs. I fold forward, but he shoves me back against the brick upright.
“Do you know how lucky you are?” His voice has gone somewhere else entirely, low and vicious as he lands another punch to my face. “You think anybody else would want you? You think anybody’s gonna want you after me?”
“Stop! Please stop!”
He doesn’t stop.
He hits me everywhere. My face, my jaw, my body. He brings his knee up between my legs, and it makes my vision blur and my knees buckle. I slide down the wall slightly before he catches me, pulling me up by my shirt and slamming me back against the wall.
“You’re nothing,” he says, from above me. “You understand that? You’re a pathetic little—”
“Stop.” I cry out through the pain, my voice barely working. It hurts everywhere. I have no idea if I’m okay. I can’t see out of my left eye. “Stop it, please.”
I must get through to him because he does stop, something flickering across his face that looks like regret when he sees the state of me. “Alex, I’m so—”
I don’t wait to hear what fake apology he’s gonna try to give me. I shove him with all my strength. Both hands against his chest, hard, with everything I have.
He moves back a single step.
And the look on his face afterward…
Pure rage.
He grabs my arms. I try to twist out of them, but he’s already turning me, slamming my face into the brick hard. I let out a pained groan, another plea, but he’s not listening anymore.
His hands reach my jeans, and I have no idea what he’s doing for about five seconds until I feel the cold wind on my ass andno.
“No, no, no, Jason, please,” I beg when I hear the sound of his belt. I didn’t think we were doing anything tonight. I was supposed to be going home. I didn’t prep at all.
“No, please, I’ll do anything, please. I’m sorry. I take it back.” I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and I clench tight, an attempt not to let him inside, but he laughs, shoving me harder against the wall by my back.
“You’re fucking pathetic. Want me back now. It’s too late for that, bitch.”
“No, stop!” I reach back, trying to scratch or pull or do anything to get him to stop. To distract him from what he’s doing long enough to get away.
That was a mistake.
He takes my hand, holding it hard enough to hurt, his grip tightening even more, while he attempts to force his cock inside of me. I try to pull away, but he holds on tighter, shoving my hand into the brick, crushing it with his own.
Pain explodes through my hand, the impact jarring all the way up my arm. A strangled sound tears out of me, my body jerking against the wall as he pins me there. “Stop—” I choke out, but it’s useless. He smashes it over and over, bracing all of his weight as he thrusts inside of me.
The pain is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life.
It overtakes everything. The cold, Jason’s voice, his presence around me, inside of me, all I feel is pain. And more pain. I can’t even pinpoint what hurts. I can’t focus on anything. “Please,” I say one last time, and It comes out as nothing. A broken, useless breath.
I don’t decide to stop fighting.
My body runs out of things to fight with. The pain in my hand is consuming. Every breath feels like glass is spreading into my body. Jason fucks me without mercy, and my face hurts andmy hand.
I let my mind drift somewhere else.
I can still feel everything, and I think I might be dying, but I imagine I’m at home with Nate, eating the snacks we got, watching the movie.
I’m home, and I’m safe, and I’m loved.
I hear him, above me, grunting, saying something in my ear that I try to unhear, but I can’t. “You did this. You made me do this.”
My hand is still under his, and I can feel it throbbing with every movement. When he shifts, there’s a fresh wave of pain that makes my vision go.
