He swung his leg over to straddle my thighs. Unbuttoning and shrugging off his flannel, he tossed it aside to reveal a flabby chest covered in cheap gold chains and shitty tattoos. Crucially, the move allowed me to assess that, unless he had the world’s tiniest gun in his back pocket, he wasn’t carrying.
I let him manhandle me, pushing his hands away half-heartedly to convince him that this was all the fight I had in me. My plan was to wait for him to get his dick as exposed as possible and then kick him in the nuts. If I could grab his balls instead, that would be even better. I’d read somewhere that yanking down on the ball sac and twisting hard would incapacitate any man for a minute or two at least. That would give me the timeI needed to run. I didn’t want to leave my mom with Aaron, but there was no choice. We needed real help.
I hadn’t anticipated how repulsive Chi-chi’s hands on my body would feel. I wanted to wait until his dick was unclothed, but as he ran his palms up and down my hips and placed spit-soaked kisses on my neck, I decided it would be fine to hurt him through the thin material of his boxers.
Chi-chi didn’t bother trying to remove my polo, seeming determined to get inside me as soon as possible. Revolting. He grasped the bottom of my shorts, and I allowed him to remove them since I knew I’d put on enormous granny panties that morning.
I still didn’t have a clear shot at his groin when I felt his hands tugging at my underwear. Instinctively, I pushed him away.
He slapped me across the face. Hard. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth as my vision blurred. I was pretty sure he’d cut my lip on one of his stupid rings.
Chi-chi yanked his jeans and boxers to his knees, still lying on top of me.
I stretched out my arm from my side, seeing if I could reach his exposed privates.
He clocked the movement and caught my wrist, gripping it so hard I cried out in pain.
“Uh, uh, uh.” He shook his head as he ground his dick against my hips. “You can’t stop this, so maybe just lie back and relax. You can tell your boyfriend Deck how good I was to you.”
Sure, asshole.
With the hand that wasn’t holding my wrist, he reached below himself to again pull down on my underwear.
A surge of power, fueled by a mix of determination and desperation, coursed through my body as I surprised him by flipping us over. I slammed my elbow down hard on his groin. His face crumpled in pain, but before he could react further, Ifollowed up the elbow jab with a hard twist of his nuts. It was absolutely disgusting to have to touch those nasty, hairy things, but the look of pure agony that crossed his face was satisfying.
I took a second to pick my phone up off the floor, but didn’t bother with my shorts. I swung open the bedroom door with a mind to escape before Aaron realized what had happened.
Deck stood on the other side. Shirtless.
His eyes took in the scene. As I straightened in front of him, panting, I saw him take in my polo shirt and underwear combo, the bruises I could already feel forming on my neck, arms, and legs, and my split lip. Chi-chi lay shirtless on the bed, gripping his dick and breathing hard.
I wanted to fling myself into Deck’s arms, wanted him to hold me and wipe away the feel of Chi-chi’s hands on my body. He was here. It would be okay.
Baby.
Heart emoji.
But he didn’t take me in his arms. His nostrils flared, and I heard the breaths coming out of them. That was when I noticed the direction of his eyes. He was looking at the bloody panties that had come off my foot, now visible on the side of the bed, along with the smears of blood across my bedspread and the floor.
I put my hand on his chin and tried to tilt his face to mine. “Deck, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay. He didn’t hurt me. The blood is from a cut I got hours ago.”
He didn’t meet my eyes. Didn’t seem to notice that I still had my massive underwear on.
That was when I saw the bat in his hand.
“How many rapists do I have to beat down tonight?” he asked nobody.
Chi-chi looked up at him, still breathing raggedly but able to ground out, “Ah…what’s the matter, baby Decker? Mad I fucked your girl?”
Deck’s face went red as he inched toward the bed. I reached out a hand. “No, Deck. He’s lying. It never got that far.”
Chi-chi turned to me. “Why do you say that,chica? Didn’t I just give it to you so good?”
“Shut up, you fucking liar!”
Deck took another step forward.
“You better not be thinking about doing anything with that bat,bróder. If shit happens to me, your boy Cruz is going down.”
