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The coppery taste of hit my tastebuds, and my lips ached from the brutal transgression. He loosened his grip, then pawed at my breasts.
If I can get him off me, I thought to myself,I can get to the end table and grab the scissors.
I knew I needed to make a move, and fast.
Slowly, Brad ended the kiss, which was my cue to make my move.
With my mouth still partially parted, I leaned into him as if to kiss him, then bit into his bottom lip as hard as I could. Hard enough to tear through the thin tissue.
When he instinctively tried to move away, I used all the strength I had and brought my fist to his face. Then just like I’d seen Conor do in the ring, I did it again and again. After the third punch, I was able to push him off me and roll off the bed.
Quickly, I jumped off the bed, not even feeling the pain from my injuries.
The scissors. I gotta get the scissors. Ichanted over and over again in my head.
I got a hold of the scissors at the same time Brad wrapped his arms around my legs.
Raising my arms over my head, I lifted the scissors, then plunged the sharp end into one of his arms.
“You fuckin’ bitch,” he yelled.
He immediately let go of me and grabbed his arm in pain.
When I sprinted forward to get past him, he grabbed my leg again, and I dropped to the floor. Holding my leg tight, he spat blood out of his mouth.
“You stupid, fucking bitch.” He yanked my leg back, pulling me to him.
Without thinking, I turned with the scissors still in my hand and stabbed him again. This time, hitting his shoulder. But I didn’t stop there. No, I pulled the scissors back again and stabbed him once more.
Brad fell back, letting go of me.
Not wasting any time, I jumped to my feet. Cradling my ribs, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. As soon as the door locked into place, I fell to the tiled floor and gripped the scissors tightly, waiting.
I knew I injured Brad, but I wasn’t sure how badly.
“Open the fuckin’ door.” He banged on the door.
The jolting boom made me jump. I slid across the floor, putting as much distance as I could between the entry point and where I now sat with my back pressed against the toilet.
“Open this door,” he continued to bang and yell for what felt like forever, but in reality, it was only minutes, then it was silent.
The silence scared me more than the banging because I didn’t know what the hell he would do next, and then, that’s when I heard a voice—the one that made my heart melt . . . Ryan’s.
19
RYAN
Lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, I wait for Kenna to text me that she was home and safe. I wondered what was taking so long. It's been an hour since she texted me that she was leaving the venue.
I bet she forgot and went to bed.
"Forget it," I mumbled, then rolled over and off the bed. I didn’t even want to sleep without her next to me.
I grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt tossed over a chair next to the window. I limped over to the door—thanks to Conor, the asshole—then gingerly slipping on a pair of black boots. After grabbing my wallet and keys, I left my house and made my way to Kenna's place.
She lived only about ten minutes away. So, I arrived in no time and pulled into the parking lot.
Her car sat parked in her spot.
