Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
M...
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I swallowed thickly, my nerves going wild.
I should push him away. Scream at him to let me go.
But I couldn't. Yes, it was on the tip of my tongue but for the life of me, I couldn't do it. I couldn't push him away.
Why couldn't I push him away?
This battle inside me was going to drive me insane.
Something was wrong.
Here I was, alone with my bully, in a dark bathroom. The look he was giving me was making me wear. I was nervous and I didn't know what I was going to do to escape him.
Did I want to? No. Do I have to? Yes.
Things were already complicated between us and whatever he planned on doing to make me pay might be something irrational.
The dark desire that was currently swimming in those blue eyes was making this entire situation questionable to me. What was he going to do? I didn't know but I...gosh I didn't know whether him standing in front of me was a good or bad thing.
"Mercer?" I say his name, feeling uneasy but he didn't seem to mind it. Instead, he hums taking a step close to me, nearly molding our bodies together.
I feel his hand grab hold of my chin and he tilts my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze. Swallowing thickly, a powerless feeling washes over me as his gaze moves from my eyes to my lips.
"Something you want to say, Red?" He leans closer and I still, my breath gets stuck in my throat. "Because I have a lot to say but I rather show you than tell you."
His closeness messed with my head. So bad that I didn't realize that his hand moved to my zipper, pulling it down slowly.
What was he doing?
"Mercer-"
"Do you trust me?"
I pull my head away, his question taking me off guard. Did I trust him? If I was being honest with myself, I didn't. Mercer Petrov was unpredictable.
