Falling For You (Tristan Evans)

Chapter 3

A burning pain seared through my cheek causing my eyes to snap open. Shock filled my body, but that was soon replaced by fear when I realised that a very drunk Tristan was standing above me with a very dark look in his eyes. An evil grin appeared on his face when he saw that I was awake. His hands were pinning my arms down on the sides of the chair so that I couldn't move.

"W...what the hell?" I yelled, trying my best not to let my voice shake. He gripped my wrists tight in his hands and pulled me up into a standing position. I felt uncomfortable with how close I was to him, especially while he was in this state.

"I hope you're ready, bitch!" He growled before throwing me onto his messy bed. I tried to get up, but he was on top of me before I had the chance.

"Tristan!" I screamed, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks again. He just grabbed my face and crashed his lips onto mine. I tried to scream for help, but the noise was muffled under Tristan's lips. Another sharp pain coursed through my cheek as Tristan told me to shut up again. My body shook with sobs as Tristan's hands found their way to the bottom of my hoodie, pulling that off before eventually pulling off my top as well.

"You've got such a good body!" He slurred. Getting up on his knees, he undid his jeans, before pulling them down. Then he started on taking his top off. Seeing that he was still on his knees, I took the opportunity to try and get out of here. Thinking fast, I lifted my knee up and hit him straight where a guy never wants to be hit. He didn't get up like I hoped he would, but he let down his guard long enough for me to push him off of me and scramble as fast as I could out of the bed.

By the time he realised that I had gone, I was at the door trying desperately to undo the many locks. There were so many it was hard. I must have unlocked about five when I felt Tristan's strong hands grab my hair and pull me away. I screamed as loud as I could and called for help. He moved his hand to tightly cover my mouth. Hoping for the best, I bit down on his flesh as hard as possible. He cried out and released me. Once again, I ran to the door. This time, I didn't even try the locks, because there were so many and I knew it would be hopeless to try. Instead, I started hitting the door as hard as I could and screaming for help again.

Suddenly, I felt something hit me hard on the head. I fell to the ground, but didn't lose consciousness. Tristan was above me with a broken glass bottle. I realised that's what he must have hit me with.

"I love it that you fight back," He growled, leaning down and grabbing my arms and dragging me across the floor. "But, Its annoying now." He picked me up and put me on the bed again. I thought I could hear someone banging on the door as he started kissing me again, but I wasn't sure if it was just the pounding in my head.

"Please," I whimpered. "Don't do this!" But he ignored me and just started kissing me harder. I began crying again. I just wanted him to stop. Why wouldn't he stop? In that moment, all I could wish, was that he had killed me earlier.

There was a loud bang and voices, but I couldn't make out what was happening until Tristan was roughly pulled off of me. Connor wrapped his arms around me while Brad was saying something, but I couldn't hear what over my cries. I noticed that James was holding Tristan back. He looked angry.

I could feel myself being picked up and within seconds, I was being carried past Tristan and into the hallway. I was then taken through into another room. This one was a lot neater and seemed much more comfortable. The person holding me lay me down on the bed. I realised it was Connor. His eyes were full of worry.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded, then realised there was no point in lying and shook my head. He hugged me again. "I'm so sorry. I cant believe he actually tried to r-"