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“Rick, please let go of me. Right now,” I demand, my voice cold and hard.
“I know you feel it between us, Ashley. You just deny it because I’m your boss.”
“No. Let go.” I try and pry his arm away again, but he pulls me back against him, and I can feel his bulge against my back. Cringing, I try and get loose, but can’t.
“You like that don’t you? You can feel what you do to me, can’t you?”
“No!”
His arm loosens, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he spins me around and pushes me back against the bar, making the bottles behind me rattle against each other as he steps forward, caging me in.
“I know you want me, Ashley.” Rick’s disgustingly warm breath blows in my face and I turn my head away so I don’t inhale it. “I can feel it. You’re always swaying your hips and flipping your hair. I know you want me to look. And I love looking at you.”
This is the last straw. He’s gone fucking crazy! “Rick, get away from me!” I yell in his face. “I don’t want you!”
He pushes his hips into me. “Stop refusing me. Just give in, Ashley.” Grabbing me behind my neck, he slams his mouth down on mine, and I seal my lips closed. His grip is rough, and I can’t move my head away. When his tongue tries to break through, I snap out of it and fight back.
I use every ounce of strength I have to yank my head to the side and buck my hips forward. With the few inches I’m granted, I lift my leg and knee him in the crotch.
“ARRGGHH!” Rick yells as he moves back and stumbles to the ground, holding his–what I’m hoping is broken–penis.
Stalking forward, I bring my fist back and punch him in the face as hard as I can. “You’re fucking crazy! I quit, you disgusting bastard!” I yell, my voice coming out broken and raw.
I grab my purse from beneath the bar and empty the entire tips jar into it. With one last look over my shoulder at Rick writhing on the ground, I start running down the hall and out the back door. The second I’m in my car, I lock the doors and start the engine, peeling out of the parking lot as fast as I can.
Seriously?! What the fuck just happened?!
Stretching my neck from side to side, I can still feel his rough hand around my neck, and I know I’ll be bruised from his tight grip. I knew there was something off about him, I just never thought he’d do anything as stupid as force himself on me.
Thinking about his cold, clammy, wet lips on mine, my stomach recoils, and I gag. I rub my lips on my sleeve and try to rid myself of the taste, but it’s still there.
I focus my attention on driving, but the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins is starting to wear off, and my body starts to shake.
I suck in as much air as I can, refusing to shed a single tear over what just happened. My dad taught me how to handle myself, and I know he would be proud of me if I could tell him.
Thinking about my dadwillmake me cry, though, so I focus back on the lines on the road.
At least I know my mom will be asleep and I won’t have to be subjected to her incessant questions. She could always just look at me and see that there was something wrong.
Six months ago, I never would have had to worry about that. But after what happened with my last job, and I started working at the bar, I had to move back home with her to save money. But I don’t like to dwell on that. I have to move forward.
Pulling into the driveway, I turn the car off and just sit for a minute, taking a few deep breaths. Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any more of a hot mess, it just did.
Sighing, I drag myself out of the car and shuffle inside, making my way upstairs. I just want a hot shower and my soft bed. I need to wash away the grimy feeling that Rick left on my skin. Convulsing at the thought, I strip my clothes off and step under the hot stream of water, my muscles starting to relax for the first time all night.
I don’t know how long I stand there, but my fingers are pruney, and my skin is red from the heat. Stepping out, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and look in the mirror. Sweeping my hair over my shoulder, I turn my head, and see the finger print bruises already starting to form on the sides of my neck.
Fucking Rick the Dick. I hope I did some damage. He doesn’t deserve to use his dick anymore.
Good thing it’s winter and I can hide behind sweaters and scarves, because I really don’t feel like explaining this to people.
Walking back down the hall to my room, I throw the towel off of me and drop it on the floor, not caring about where it lands, as I put on a long t-shirt.
I slide into bed, and the cool sheets greet me as I curl into my thick comforter, my eyes closing the second my head sinks into my soft pillows.
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Waking up to the sun streaming through my window, I groan and roll over, burying my head into my pillow, trying to give myself just a few more minutes of peace. But the events of last night come rushing back to me, and I groan again, feeling the dull throb in the back of my neck from where that asshole gripped me.
