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“Help me,” she barks at Larry. “Grab her.”
“Don’t touch me,” I shout, but too late.
Larry grabs the material covering my breasts and rips so hard, I hear the threads tear. “Your dress ain’t so pretty now, is it, you little slut?”
Mom laughs as he drags the material down and exposes my bra, fucking delighted.
My skin crawls as her disgusting boyfriend uses the excuse to touch my boobs.
“Get him off me,” I scream. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I fight her grip, but she just grabs my other wrist and pins it, too. Then she lets go and shoves me, knocking me to the ground on my hands and knees.
My hands touch filth because the carpet hasn’t been cleaned in God knows how long. I try to push myself up and Larry grabs the material bunched up around my thighs, tearing it and ripping it up to my waist.
My butt is showing now, the sexy panties Milo bought me. Larry’s grody fingers move across my skin toward the edge of my panties like he’s going to push beneath them, and I punch him right in the fucking nuts.
He screams like I shot him in the face and dramatically falls back, clutching his pathetic sac and banging into the wall.
I shove myself up off the floor and grab my purse that I dropped, heading for the hallway.
Mom catches me by the hair, pulling me back and slamming my head against the wall.
“Why are you such a fucking whore, huh?”
“Get off me,” I say, swatting her hand away.
She shoves me back against the wall as I stumble down the hall. I turn to face her and my heart stops a second before she punches me in the face.
I’m so stunned, I stop fighting back for a couple of seconds. She slaps me, shoves me, and brings her knee up to jam into my ribs.
I finally recover from the shock and give her a hard shove away from me. She’s drunk and not expecting it, so she stumbles back a few steps.
It’s enough for me to race down the hall and hurl myself into the bathroom, but when I turn around to slam the door, my heart nearly stops because she’s so close, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get it secured.
Her hands come up to shove at the door the moment I get it slammed shut. My hands shake as I quickly turn the knob mere milliseconds before she starts violently turning and yanking on it.
“Open up the door, you little slut!”
I draw a series of shuddering breaths that sound like the start of hyperventilation.
Larry must have recovered from the low blow because he’s at the door with her now, banging on it with his fist and screaming at me to open the fucking door if I know what’s good for me.
Terrified and crying almost too hard to breathe, I fumble with my purse and dig out my cell phone.
I want to call Milo, but I realize I don’t have his phone number.
Jet’s is the only number I have, so I hurry up and find the option to make an audio call to him while stealing panicked looks at the flimsy-ass door, buckling and giving with every pound from the other side.
Thankfully, Jet answers right away. “Hello?”
“Jet, I need you to call your dad. Please, it’s an emergency and I don’t have his number. Please call him right now, please, I’m so scared.”
“Kennedy?” His voice changes abruptly. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m at my apartment locked in the bathroom. My mom and her boyfriend were attacking me. They’re trying to get in and I don’t even have anything I can use to defend myself. Your dad just left, he shouldn’t be too far. Please hurry, call him and tell him to come back.”
“Open the goddamn door,” Larry booms, slamming into it and making me shake.
“Jet, did you hear me?” I ask because I’m so upset, I’m not sure he can understand me.
