by Laura Avery
“Now get in the car, Winter.” He leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips. “I’m going to take you home and fuck the shit out of you in your bed.” He smirked. “Just because I’m in the mood to be nice.”
My relief was short-lived as his words washed over me. “Now?”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I thought… I thought we were going to wait.”
“Wait? Who the fuck said that?” He ran a hand over his chin and then pushed it through his thick brown hair. “I’ve waited long enough, Winter. I’ve waited fucking years to take you where no one else ever will.”
I searched his green eyes, trying to read him, trying to search for something else there. Something deep. Meaningful. Real. Why couldn’t I break him? It had been one of the things I had tried the hardest at my entire high school experience only to come up more and more humiliated each time.
His eyes narrowed, a black tint surrounding the outsides. “What is that?”
“What?” I asked, swinging around to see if anyone was coming.
Caden grabbed me by the wrist and swung me back around forcefully, pushing me against the car surprisingly gentle. “What the fuck is that, Winter?” His hand went down to my thighs, pushing my sweatpants down further.
Fuck.
My thighs, I had forgotten to cover them when he pulled me up.
The bruises.
Lie, Winter, lie.
“Nothing.” I tried to move past him. “I tripped at work.”
“Bullshit,” he seethed, yanking my sweatshirt up so that he could get a better look at me. He cursed and banged his hand against the top of his car when he saw the black and blue marks covering my stomach. “Who?”
“Caden,” I whispered. “It’s not…”
“Who the fuck did this to you?” he roared, swinging back around to look at me with bloodshot eyes. His chest was rising and falling heavily, anger consuming his body. He pushed his knuckles into tight fists. “Never mind, don’t answer that, I know who did this to you.”
He pushed past me and opened the passenger said door, pushing my body inside and then leaning down so that his eyes were locked on mine. “You kept this from me?”
Tears were forming behind my eyes. “I kept this from everyone!”
He grabbed my chin. “You don’t keep things from me. Nothing. Do you understand me?” After I nodded he kept his eyes on mine for a second longer. “No one is ever going to touch you again.”
“What?” I asked, confused. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to take care of it.” His jaw was ridged.
“How? When?” I stuttered.
“Right now,” he seethed before slamming the door shut after me.
He was going to kill them!
He was going to go back to jail because of me!
Water started falling from my eyes.
What had I done?
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