My body grows very still as my brain goes into overdrive. I can’t fight him. He’s stronger, and he’ll overpower me in seconds. Maybe if I go along with it and strike him when he least expects it… If I can catch him off guard, maybe I can get away.
I have no idea if he’s still got one of his guys outside the door, or if he told them to leave when he returned. I just have to hope the guard left. It’s a risk, but I don’t have any other choice.
“Can I remove my palm?”
I nod.
He drops his hand and steps closer, pressing his body into me. “Even at fifteen, you were already a beauty.” His dry lips drag over my cheek. “The perfect mix of innocence and temptation.”He slides his hands under my shirt, and then his hands are on my breasts, squeezing painfully.
I readjust my grip on the keys, pushing them through the gaps between my fingers.
He kisses me, and I nearly gag. He pushes his tongue between my lips, tasting like ash, smelling like stale sweat. His fingers pinch my nipple.
You have to kiss him back. Make him believe it.
It takes everything in me to force my lips to move. As soon as they do, he groans and rubs himself against my thigh.
My vision blurs. I’ve never felt more sick.
Because I’m not confident my stomach can survive more of this, I shove at his chest. He breaks the kiss and takes a step back, sliding his hands out from under my shirt. His expression starts to turn angry once again.
“I have to tell you something,” I rush to say.
The anger halts. Just like I thought it would. “What?”
“You’re right.” I take a deep breath. “I think I’ve gotten myself into a lot of trouble.”
He arches a brow.
“I’ve been so lost on my own.” I swallow hard, the keys gripped tightly in my hand. “And Brett was never any help.”
Uncle Lyle’s eyes flash. “That boy’s an idiot. You need a real man, Blake.”
“Maybe I do.”
A self-satisfied smirk starts to bloom across his face. “I told you—“
And that’s when I strike. I slash the keys over his face, trying to get his eyes. I think I manage to do it, because he yelps in pain and staggers backward.
I don’t waste a second. I run toward the door and grab the lock, trying to turn it.
Fuck, it’s stuck.
It’s stuck.
Oh God.
And then it isn’t stuck anymore, and I fling the door open. One foot manages to make it out.
Just one.
Before something rams into my head, and I pass out.
When I regain consciousness,there are hands all over me and a tongue inside my mouth. I scream.
Uncle Lyle jerks away from me, his bloody face coming into focus. There are two bloody gashes running from his forehead to his cheek. I missed the eyes after all.
His expression is a twisted snarl. “You lying cunt. You really fucked up now.”
