(Messy plot)
(4/5 plot holes, maybe more)
𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭 -
My hands dig into his shoulders, adjusting to the size of him inside of me. He gives me a few seconds, to him it probably felt like hours. Then he's moving, slowly at first. Our breath hits...
In attempt to run away from a very distraught boy, I cut it against the wood of the bathroom door.
My back leans against the locked door. He stopped banging on it a few minutes ago. I heard the sound of something sliding down the door.
The pill bottle sits next to me and my toilet paper-wrapped foot. My chest heaves up and down as I fight to catch my breath. Two soft knocks pound against the door. "Bella, baby open the door for me."
His voice poured through the door making my already erratic heart, ache even more. With a wince, I walk over to the sink. Careful not to put too much pressure on my irritated foot. It wasn't like I had it or anything, but the long scrape going from my little toe up to my ankle inflicted me with severe discomfort.
My hands twist the sink handled on to fill the silent bathroom with the sound of water flowing. I went from sink to sink turning them all on. There were three of them so the sound of them filled the space perfectly.
Treading lightly over to the toilet there was zero to no hesitation as I empty the contents of the bottle into the toilet. A silent prayer in the back of my mind flashes as I hope Westin can't hear the flushing toilet.
I opt to sit on the counter but before I can, pounding on the door grabs my attention. "Arabella open the fucking door!"
Dismissing him I turn off the sinks and close the toilet seat. I can't hide In here forever. No matter how much I wanted to.
My feet pad over to the door, hands grasping the handle in anticipation of what was behind it.
Westin stood leaning against the wall across from the bathroom, his head was pressed against the wall, eyes looking at the ceiling. He only wore a pair of loose sweatpants and no shirt. At the sound of me stepping out of the bathroom his dusk eyes land on me.
