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Maxwell pulls his finger out of me and a very small whimper leaves my lips at the pain. My eyes go wide when I see the blood on his fingers.
“You dirty fucking bitch.”
The same hand slaps me right across my cheek. The sting burns and my tears trail hot streaks down them. I slip to the ground and cover my cheek with my hand.
“Dirty fucking bitch,” Maxwell mutters as he leaves the room, slamming the door to my bedroom behind him.
I cry in that corner for what feels like hours until I need to go to the bathroom and clean myself up.
For days I thought he’d broken me beyond repair. Made me bleed and damage something. My brothers mentioned sometimes that girls bleed, but not like this.
It wasn’t until it happened again that I learnt what a period was.
I decided then and there that he may have broken me, but I wasn't going to let him destroy me.
I would get away and save myself. I don’t need anyone but myself.
* * *
I wakeup with a scream and run to a corner of the room, my fists up and ready to go naturally after only learning the move hours ago. But I’m alone. The moonlight filters through and when my bedroom door flies open, it silhouettes Dax in a perfect glow and I let out a shaky, relieving breath.
Maxwell isn’t here. But Dax is.
Dax is here.
“Rori?” he questions, but I remain in my corner, too terrified to move. “Can I come in?”
I listen to his question carefully and remember how Maxwell would just burst into my room without permission. So far, Dax has done everything differently. He’s polite, he asks permission, and mostly, he doesn’t make me feel dirty or violated.
“Yes,” I croak out in the quiet.
Dax steps through and shuts the door behind him and then very slowly approaches me.
“Bad dream?”
I look at his eyes and notice the tiredness in them. Does he have demons when he sleeps too?
“Something like that,” I whisper.
“Come on.”
Dax takes my hand and leads me to the bed, and I lie down slowly. I climb under the covers and Dax sits down next to me, my hand still in his.
“I’ll be here until you’re asleep, okay?”
I nod and eventually, with my hand still in his and my boxing sequence chanting through my head, I fall into a deep slumber and dream about a wolf and a swan.
The sun blinds me as I slowly peel my eyes open and I tilt my head from side to side to alleviate the ache in my neck. I take in my surroundings and for a split second I’m confused about where I am. It wouldn’t be the first time in the past few months that I’ve found myself waking up somewhere completely unknown to me.
I’m sitting up on the bed, on top of the mustard bedding, my back leaning against the headboard, and to my right, Rori’s hand rests in my open palm, her body cradled into my side.
After she ran from me in the gym, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. I’m enamoured.
Obsessed.
Completely insane.
Having her beneath me was the biggest thrill of my existence. I’ve never wanted to sink myself into someone until I couldn’t breathe until that moment. Her frail, little body buried underneath me, safe but vulnerable.
