The Search for Prince Charming

Chapter 17: Manipulation and Guilt

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I was scared. Elliot was scary person when angry. I was still on the ground from when he threw me down into my room. I looked up at him. He blocked the door, and I already knew he locked it so that I couldn’t leave. Sure, I could unlock it, but that would take time and he would surely pull me away before I could open the door. I was trapped in my own room, alone with Elliot.

I involuntarily started moving back, creating as much distance between us as possible. But, my back reached my bed and I realized I couldn’t move any further. Elliot advanced towards me, and I continued to try and move back, knowing it was futile.

Elliot stood above me, towering over my small body and creating fear without even trying. He then grabbed my wrist again, and pulled me onto my feet. I couldn’t break free, no matter how hard I pulled. Elliot seemed to find it amusing, seeing me squirm in his grasp. With his free hand, he grabbed my neck along the jaw line, forcing my face to stay still. My eyes ended up looking into his, where I saw anger and amusement. I glared at him as best I could, furious by how he was treating me.

Then, he kissed me. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t enjoy it in the slightest. Rather, it was harsh, slobbery, and just awful. I tried to move, but he held me still and forced me to kiss him back. I was so angry now, I wanted to hurt him then run away where he couldn’t find me. I wanted to get away from him.

Elliot realized I wasn’t really kissing back, so he forced me to move backwards, and fall back onto my bed. He fell right on top of me, pushing all the air in my lungs out and causing me to suffocate. I couldn’t breathe, but he was persistent and continued to kiss me. I whined, trying to tell him I couldn’t breathe. He still wouldn’t move. Tears were swelling up in my eyes, as I felt so helpless in this situation. I finally caved, unable to breathe or fight back, and kissed Elliot back. After a couple seconds, he finally broke the kiss off, and lifted his heavy body off of mine. Air filled my lungs as I gasped for it, so happy that I could continue to breathe. However, I was starting to cry now. Tears flowed from my eyes so effortlessly. I tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t stop.

As I was crying, Elliot grabbed both of my wrists and held them together above my head, pinning me to my bed. He stared at me for a moment, taking in the image of a girl who was scared. I hoped he would stop, thinking he would see what he was doing was wrong. But, I guess I was the one that was wrong.

“Kora,” Elliot whispered in my ear, “I’m going to ask you one more time, and you’re going to answer me.” I didn’t respond. “Who was that guy you kissed?”

“No one,” I managed to say through my clenched teeth.

Elliot squeezed my wrists tighter, causing a small scream to escape my lips. They hurt really badly now. All I could focus on were my wrists that felt like they were going to break soon. I looked into Elliot’s eyes, still showing no signs of guilt for anything he was doing. He wasn’t giving up. He continued to hold my wrists tightly, but luckily after a few moments I was getting used to the pain (thank you, endorphins).

Elliot began to realize that the pain in my wrists wasn’t going to make me talk, so he sat up and let my wrists go. His body straddled mine, still pinning me to the bed as I lay motionless. I didn’t want to move; I was too scared to. But, with my wrists released and my ability to breathe back to normal, I began to calm down.