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That’s all I had to get through. But he knew. All along Warren knew, and he waited, biding his time until this moment.
He tsks, spittle flying into my face. “You’re not sorry, you’re just scared, aren’t you, baby? I could squeeze the life out of you right now,” his fingers wrap around my throat, “and nobody would know. Jagger thinks you’re safe and sound enjoying girls night with that dumb bitch Shelbie, Mitch is getting his dick sucked nice and deep by Hilda, and Daddy Jagger thinks you’re strong enough to take whatever I have to give. I mean, why else would he have sent you back to me? He can’t care about you that much, can he? If he’s willing to sacrifice you for his beloved sons.”
He shoves me again, and I land sprawled over the bed. Warren closes in behind me, pressing the length of his body up against mine. When I feel his hardness at my back, I almost puke. I can’t go through this again.
I can’t.
If he takes me like this, so angered and volatile, I won’t survive. My body might, but my heart will be shattered into irreparable pieces.
Intrusive fingers dance up my inner thigh, grazing my pussy. I clamp my legs together, trying to force him out. I’d rather take the physical beating than let him rape me.
“Don’t play hard to get, baby. You gave Jagger your greedy little pussy without putting up a fight. It seems only fair I get a taste too.”
> Bile washes in my stomach.
But I can’t give up.
One more day.
I only have to get through one more day.
“I won’t let you do this, Warren,” I say over my shoulder, trying to disguise the tremor in my voice.
“You think you can stop me.” His fist flies toward me and for a second, I think I must be dreaming. That this is all some nightmare I’ll wake up from. But the crunch of bone on bone, the flash of sheer agony radiating through my eye socket, tells me otherwise.
This is real.
And there’s no escaping.
“What do you mean, you can’t come over to get ready?” I can practically hear Shelbie’s pout over the line.
It’s almost noon on Saturday. My eighteenth birthday. The day I’m supposed to be celebrating. For more reasons than one.
But it’s impossible to feel anything but bone-deep dread as Warren watches me like a hawk from the couch.
After his tirade last night, he left me cold and alone on the bed. I could barely move, every inch of me sore and tender.
I fell asleep in the same position he abandoned me. When I woke up some hours later, there was a glass of water and some pain pills on the nightstand, but no apology.
We’ve crossed a line. I feel it hanging in the air like a storm on the horizon. I need to warn Conner, but Warren hasn’t let me out of his sight.
“I... Warren wants to take me for dinner first. He’s got the whole thing planned.”
“Did something happen?” she whispers.
“Yeah, he says it’s a surprise.” I reel off the words like a well-rehearsed script. Part of me wants her to figure it out, but the other part is too scared about what might happen if she does. “So we’ll see you there,” I add with as much conviction as I can muster.
“Kenny, if something happened, you can tell me... give me a sign or something and I’ll—"
“Yeah, okay. See you later... Bye.”
Hanging up is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I don’t know what else to do. As long as Warren is here with me, he isn’t out looking for Conner.
Although I can’t help but think he’s lying in wait for the real showdown...
My birthday party.
Chapter Twenty-Four
