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“The bet that said I would give TJ my Ferrari if I didn’t fuck you before the end of football season. We’ve only got two months left, and that shithead isn’t getting his hands on my baby.” His voice is full of anger and I shake harder in response.
I take in a deep breath. So that’s what this has been all about? Bedding the daughter of the principal so he can keep his car? I briefly wonder what he would have gotten if he had kept up his act and I had been stupid enough to give in. But that’s not happening, and I am not about to let him have me. I will kick, scream, fight, and do whatever I need to do. If I can just get my body to cooperate. You know that dream you have where something is trying to attack you, and you try to scream but can’t get anything out? That’s how I feel right now. I’m frozen in fear, and I desperately need to snap out of it.
His hand moves down to circle my throat and I see another change in his eyes. Simple anger turns into a psychotic rage. There’s a darkness there that has me trying to back up. He holds tighter to my throat. I claw at his hands and he still keeps tightening.
Oh my God, I can’t breathe. Please, let me breathe. Spots are starting to cloud my eyes. He pulls me up hard enough to lift my body off the ground. My feet are dangling. I grunt and try to kick. Nothing works.
He backs me up to the closest tree. He still keeps holding onto my throat. I feel his other hand fumbling to unbutton my jeans. I keep trying to kick. He’s so big. How did I never realize how muscular he was? I’m a tall girl and I feel like a small child next to him. His hand loosens slightly as he reaches down to undo his belt. I scream with everything I have left in me.
Chapter Seventeen
I could never be a hero. To be a hero, you have to believe in fighting for something. I’ve got nothing left to fight for. -Sawyer
Sawyer
She’s been gone too long. I keep waiting to hear her come back with Marissa. I keep listening in hopes to hear them giggling with the other girls. I keep hoping to see her bright red hair coming through the darkened forest. But there’s nothing. Dax has dosed off now, and my nerves are growing more ragged with every passing moment.
I hear someone trampling through the underbrush and a feminine voice cursing at branches. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God. I make a quick promise to myself that I won’t let Ronnie out of my sight for the rest of the weekend.
Marissa emerges from the woods, picking the leaves and twigs from her hair. “Damn woods,” I hear her mutter.
She stands there for a moment and I keep looking behind her, searching for Ronnie. My stomach drops when I don’t see her.
I stand up and walk over to Marissa. “Where’s Ronnie?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She smirks. “I don’t have to tell the hired help anything.”
She starts to turn her back to me and walk away, but I’m not having it. “Where is she, Marissa? What have y’all done?”
She snorts. “So worried about poor and innocent Ronnie, Sawyer? How unlike you. She’s fine. Brad’s just teaching her how to be a grown up. It’s a lesson she’ll need sooner or later.”
Fear snakes around my heart. “What do you mean? Where is she, Marissa? You have to tell me now!” My hands reach out to grip her upper arms. She struggles to get away from me.
I feel a hand on my back. “Sawyer, calm down. We’ll find her. Marissa won’t tell you anything. You know how she is. Let her go, man.” Dax’s voice has me loosening my grip. I watch in anger as Marissa turns and runs away.
I spin around to face Dax. “We have to find her, Dax. Something bad is happening. I feel it.” And I do. It’s almost as if I can feel the emotions emanating from Ronnie. I know something’s wrong and I know she’s in trouble. Pure terror is circulating in my heart. This girl means so much to me already and I barely know her.
Dax and I start running towards the direction that Marissa came from. I have no idea where to go, but I can see branches trampled here and there. Illuminated by the flashlight in my hand, the trampled brush provides a pathway of sorts.
I hear a muffled scream and both Dax and I start to run faster in the direction of it. I reach a small clearing. What I see there makes me stagger back for a second. My cousin is holding Ronnie by the throat up against a tree. He has a tight hold on her and she’s struggling to breathe. My vision turns red. I can feel Dax try to grab my arm as I go by. I give a war cry that startles Brad enough that his hold on Ronnie loosens. She falls to the ground.
There is more rage in my body than I have ever felt before. It’s primal and unshakeable. I don’t remember flinging Brad to the ground, or hitting him in the head with the flashlight. I barely feel my fists pounding into his cocky face. I know he loses consciousness because when I come back to reality, Dax is pulling me off of him. Brad is passed out on the ground. His face is an unrecognizable mess of blood. Dax holds my arms back, but I still struggle to get to Brad. I’m going to kill the motherfucker if it’s the last thing I do.
“Man, back off. Back off, you understand? I know you want to kill him, but I really don’t want to visit you at the pen for the next twenty years. Besides, your girl needs help.” I stop struggling and look over at Ronnie. She’s struggling to sit up and silent tears are streaming down her face.
I bite out my words stiffly to Dax. “Let me go so I can check on her. Let me go, man.”
Dax lightens his hold and I break free.
“Are you okay, Ronnie? Let me look at you.” She backs away from my touch and my heart aches.
“Can you walk baby? Let’s get out of here. We can leave now.” I’m at a loss for how to help her. I just want to hold her in my arms and get her out of here. She looks so small and defeated. I glare over at Brad, who is now awake. He is squirming and curled up into the fetal position. He moans loudly.
Dax stands over him. “Get her out of here. Take her to the police. Maybe someone will finally find out what a loser this guy is.” Dax is furious and his anger is palpable. I admire him for his control and the fact that he’s able to keep his shit together. I know it’s still killing him to think about what Brad may have done to his best friend.
I hear Ronnie whisper softly. I lean closer to her. “What baby? What is it?”
“Can you carry me? I don’t think I can walk. I need to get out of here.” Her voice is barely a whisper. Her green eyes are huge with fear.
