His girl - COMPLETE

Chapter 5

- A M E L I A P A R K E R -

The ride to my apartment was filled with silence. Every time I would try to start up a conversation, Grayson would just ignore me. I kind of wish we took the bike. I like the bike, but I guess it would've been easier for me to escape if we took it and he knew that.

Smart man.

I'm looking out the window as we're driving to see that we passed the building where I would see the little boy sitting at whenever I would bring him food. I smile at the thought of seeing his adorable little face again tomorrow. The car comes to a stop and I then realize that we're parked in front of my apartment complex. I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn to face Grayson.

"Have a nice night, Grayson." I smile at him before opening the car door. Before I'm able to take a step out of the car, I feel a hand grip my shoulder stopping me. "Lia." I close my eyes and wince at the familiarity of him calling me that. No one else has ever called me that. I remember someone calling me that when I was little, but I can't pinpoint a face. It's the only clear memory I have from when I was a child. I open my eyes and slowly turn back to see that Grayson is looking at me. "Yes?" I whisper. He opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts and turns his head to face the road again, dropping his hand from my shoulder. I sigh and step out of the car grabbing my bag before closing the door.

Right when I close the car door, he zooms away into the night leaving me alone in the dark in front of my apartment. I swallow the golf ball sized gulp in my throat and blink a couple times to stop tears from threatening to fall. After taking a few deep breaths, I turn around and start walking to the front doors of my complex.

I open the door to see a very drunk Mr. Stewart sitting down on one of the lounge chairs staring at me.

Oh no.

I look from him and to the stairs to see if I can make it in time; but before I have time to decide, he's already in front of me with his hands on my waist.

"M-Mr. Stewart, you're drunk." I try to pry his hands off me, but they tighten and slowly start descending down and wrap about my butt. I suck in a cry and close my eyes as he leans in close to me. So close that I can smell the alcohol on his breath. "You're wearing this dress like you want to get fucked, Amelia." I wince when he starts sniffing my hair and gripping my butt tightly. "Is that what you want? To be fucked." He grins against my hair when I try to move away from him.

"Please. Just let me go to my apartment." I plead not looking at him. I feel one of his hands slide away from my butt now. "Is that an invitation?" I then feel his hand right between my legs cupping me. I jump and out of instinct, knee him in the groin. He falls to the ground giving me enough time to run around him, but I'm not fast enough. As I hit the stairs, I'm being pushed down, hitting my head and stomach on the stairs in the process. Mr. Stewart turns me over and slaps me across the face with the hand that has rings on his fingers. "You bitch!" He spits out and starts to walk away mumbling curses.

I choke on my sob as I run up the stairs and down the hall until I'm in my safe haven. I slam the door shut and lock the locks before sliding down on the floor not bothering to hold back my sobs. I look down at the hem of my dress and notice that it's ripped. I delicately finger the ripped part of the dress and sob even harder.

Very slowly, I start to lay down on the cold floor and shut my eyes, letting the darkness take over and waiting for the pain to come.

I hear voices all around me as I'm struggling to open my eyes. There's a bright light above me. So bright that I can see it through my eye lids.

"Hello?" I try to say, but no words can come out. It's like my mouth is sown shut. I want to say that I'm here and that I have no idea what's going on or where I am. The muffled voices don't stop and I use all the strength that I have to pray one eye open.