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“Fuck off and let go of the door,” she growled. He laughed and reached up higher.
Parker hadn’t been lying about the people doing coke in the bathroom – Trent dabbled lightly in selling drugs. As a result, he was justifiably paranoid. He had heavy duty deadbolts at the top and bottom of his door to go along with the regular bolt lock and chain that were above the knob. When Paige heard the lock over her head click into place, she felt sick to her stomach. Something was wrong – Trent didn’t normally act like this.
“Don’t be a tease, Paige,” he whispered, pressing his whole body against hers and forcing her flat against the door.
“Trent, I said stop. Remember what that means? Get off me,” she said in as serious a voice as she could muster. His hands were roaming all over her body now.
“You are so hot,” he breathed into her ear. She struggled against him.
“Stop it. Get off me!” she yelled.
“Oh, you’ve gotten feistier since the last time,” he chuckled, running his hands up her front and grabbing her breasts.
Paige clasped her hands together and jammed her elbow into his rib cage as hard as she could. She heard an“oof!”,and then the pressure was gone. She pushed herself away from the door and stood on her toes to reach for the dead bolt.
“What the hell, Paige?” Trent yelled, and then he shoved her from behind. The side of her head connected with the door, hard, and she saw stars for a second.
“Seriously!?” she shrieked, bringing a hand to her head as she stumbled away. She could feel blood welling up under her fingers. When she looked at him, he was lifting up his shirt, examining his abdomen.
“Fuck, I think you might have cracked a rib,” he mumbled. Her jaw dropped.
“You’re an asshole!” she shouted, and kicked him in the balls.
He let out a strangled yell and cupped himself, but didn’t go down. It hadn’t been a very hard kick. She glared at him for a second before turning around and heading back into the living room, swaying a little – the knock to the head had sent her for a loop, she felt dizzy. She would call a cab. Or Parker. Or the police. She was getting the fuck out of there.
“You stupid bitch!” Trent suddenly yelled, and then she was shoved again.
She threw her arms out, but they didn’t offer much protection against the glass coffee table she crashed through. It shattered around her and she screamed as she felt glass imbed itself into her right hand and forearms. She briefly wondered if she was gonna have scars.
“Holy shit, Paige. You shouldn’t be such a bitch,” he grumbled, dropping to his knees and yanking on her ankle.
She was beyond angry. She grabbed a leg from the coffee table and, ignoring the pain in her hand, swung it around as hard as she could. She connected with his forehead. He flew back and fell against the front door, so she scrambled to her feet, cutting her knee up in the process. Trent was cursing and shouting in a heap on the floor. She hurried over and used her foot to push him out of the way, unlocking the upper deadbolt as she did so. But when she put her hand on the door handle, he wrapped his hands around her ankle and bit her leg. Actuallybither.
Mother fucker.
She screamed and fell backwards, crabwalking to get away from him. She kicked him in the knee and rolled over onto her stomach. She was on the floor in front of the hallway, and she suddenly remembered there was a back door at the other end of that hall. She surged to her feet and tried to run for it, but she'd barely entered the hall when she felt him grab the neck of her shirt. She choked as it pulled against her throat.
“What the fuck is your problem!?” he shouted, using her shirt to swing her into the wall.
She slammed against it, and before she could get her bearings, she felt his other hand grab the bottom of her shirt and he propelled her into the other wall. She stumbled and went down, Trent on top of her. She kicked and struggled and tried to hit him, mostly to no avail.
And through it all, she noticed how big his pupils were – they looked like dinner plates. But she didn’t understand, she'd seen Trent on drugs before, and he'd never acted like this. She swung her arms and tried to roll to the side, but he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the floor, over and over.
The stars she'd seen earlier were back, only they'd turned into black holes. They filled her vision. Her mind got foggy, and she stepped in and out of consciousness. She couldn’t see anything. She couldn’t really remember where she was or what was going on. She felt hands running over her body, feeling her breasts, pushing her shirt up. Parker? But even when he was rough, she could feel love from his hands – Parker was always full of love. These hands didn’t have that, they were cold and made her skin crawl. Not Parker.
“Don’t do this,” she moaned. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this. Don’t do this.” She said it over and over again, she couldn’t stop.
“Stop talking,” a voice growled.
She was finally able to open her eyes, and she looked down. Everything was blurry, had a superimposed look to it. She could tell her shirt was pushed up over her chest, and someone with messy black hair was licking her stomach.Definitelynot Parker. She felt hands undoing the button on her shorts and she started to panic again.Trent. A hand went down her shorts and she began screaming, slapping and struggling.
And then he was gone, pulled off of her, and she had to throw up a hand to stop the light from blinding her.
*
IT TOOK ABOUT FIVEminutes of driving in a blind rage for Parker to cool down. He finally came to a stop at a four-way intersection, and then just sat there.
And sat there.
