Page 35 of Wraith
Chapter Thirty-Three
He hasn’t been heresince the night he stormed into my room. I still can’t wrap my head around what happened. It was almost like he was mad he had to do it but at the same time, he was gentle with me as if he cared whether or not it felt good.He didn’t care. If he cared he wouldn’t have done it.Pacing back and forth in my room in my pink nightgown, I try to ignore the grumbling in my stomach as it calls out for food. I haven’t wanted to eat today and that decision is now catching up to me. Like now when the pain cramps and crawls up my throat. When I think I’m about ready to collapse onto the hard floor the door opens, revealing Steven. He steps inside the room, closing the door behind him with his boot. “Here.” He thrusts out a glass of water along with his other hand that holds a small white pill. “Take it.” His demanding growl rolls through me and for some reason, I do as he says. I take the pill and wash it down with the water. Swallowing the rest before bringing my gaze back his way. His head is bowed down, eyes hooded but still regarding me as if he might start talking, but I know he won’t. Not unless it’s aninstruction.
“Lay down,” he orders, sending a shiver through me. I think twice about telling him no but I know it isn’t going to turn out good if I do, so I lay back on the bed, much how I did before. Flat on my back trembling, waiting for him to crawl on top of me. The thrill of him doing so presents itself but I quickly dash it away. I know I shouldn’t be enjoying what he does. Enjoying his eyes on me, but deep down in the darkest parts of me I know Ido.
He is quicker this time. Crawling over me and getting into position. Buy when his mouth goes to my ear his words catch me off guard, freezing me. “Fight me as hard as you can.” Time stops at that sentence. It’s as if I fly out of my own body and look down on myself. The girl barely seventeen, being towered over by a man twice her size as she lays there waiting for his assault on herbody.
It takes only seconds for me to start thrashing. Jolting upward, pushing and clawing with my hands. Punching kicking, just like he instructed, I fight him, but he doesn’t just take it, instead he defends himself, holding me down to the bed. Then when I bring my head up hard into his nose and hear a sickening crunch that makes me dizzy. I swear I see him flash a smile at me through bloodied teeth. It doesn’t last long because he brings up his hand and slices it across my face. The sting radiates through me, making my eyes swim from the contact. I manage to regain some control and bring my knee from his side and land it between his legs. I’m not sure if I connect but it stops his advance. Instead, he brings his hands around my neck and squeezes hard. My eyes fill with pressure and I feel as if my face is about to explode as I try in vain to get out of his hold. “Let go,” he whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear but I do. The edges of my vision start to blur until it goes completely black and he succeeds in killingme.
