My Protector

chapter eleven

My mind was fuzzy and blank as I stood with my ack against my cold, hard wall trying to process what was happening. I stared into Stephen's cold and menacing eyes and my throat dropped to my stomach. My mouth went dry and my legs turned to mush. He was here. In my room. And Jake was outside. 

I immediately remembered that I was wounded and thought that if I was jerked around too much, my wound could reopen or cause internal damage. Tears spilled from my eyes and were interrupted by his hand still over my mouth. I wanted to die, yet I wanted to live. 

So I fought. 

I attempted to kick him in the crotch, and missed only hitting his inner thigh with my knee. He wasn't even fazed as he chuckled and slid his hand around my back, picking me up bridal style and carrying me over to the bed. 

"We have a lot to catch up on babe. A lot of unfinished business...."

His eyes were filled with hate, revenge, and lust. I immediately tried to scream but it was foiled by his hand still over my mouth. He pulled something out of his back pocket and brought it up to his face; duct tape. He bit a piece off and replaced his hand with a small piece of tape. Then he grabbed both my wrists and taped them to my bed post while I continued to struggle and scream, only hurting myself more. I gave up struggling, knowing that I might cause more damage before he would, yet I never stopped trying to scream. 

Stephen sat on top of me, straddling my waist, staring at me like I was a deer and he was the lion. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I glared at him, hating him with every ounce of hate I had in me. He laughed evily and moved a piece of hair out of my face.

"Darling you are so beautiful. It is a shame I have to hide you from the world." My confused look must have made him want to continue explaining because he did.

"You have a lot to repay me for all that time in jail. Plus I never even got to fuck you. Now you can be my own peronal toy, like you were meant to be you worthless little bitch."

The confused look on my face turned to absolute horror as I realized he was planning on taking me and using me.. I froze with fear as I felt his rough hand move up my side, under my shirt and stop on my breast. He went under my bra and i started to scream even louder. 

"Even when you hate me I can still turn you on. What a little whore." I gasped under the tape, wishing Jake could somehow realize that something was wrong. 

"Now you're all mine bitch." He started to unzip his pants and unzip mine, pulling mine down to my knees and taking his off completely. Tears never stopped rolling down my face as I pictured me losing my virginity to this pig. Right as he was about to stick my hand inside his boxers, a chair came crashing down onto Stephen's head, causing him to slump to the ground uncouncious. 

Jake rushed over to me and slowly pulled the tape off my mouth. His eyes were filled with sadness and tears as he looked from me to my hands. He found sissors in my top drawer and cut my hands free. I pulled up my pants and pulled down my shirt, embarrassed and humiliated. Jake's eyes turned from sadness to a swirling anger as he stood up and paced the room, tears still spilling from his beautiful eyes. 

"Not again, fuck!" he yelled as he started to punch the wall, then stopped and slapped it realizing it was my wall and he would have to fix it. My mouth kept opening and closing, not knowing what to say. My eyes switched from Jake to Stephen over and over. Stephen's body lay still on the ground, blood slowly trickled from his head. 

Jake looked at me again, rushing to the side of my bed a knelt down. Both of us were crying quiet tears as he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, squeezing his eyes shut in pain and regret in not coming soon enough. 

"I'm so sorry-" he began before I cut him off. 

"Jake, it wasn;t your fault. You were trying to protect me and who knew that Stephen was going to be inside. You came and that is all that matters to me. Don't be sorry please," I begged as our eyes met and held for a minute. He leaned in for a soft and gentle kiss, full of tenderness and care that it made me cry a little more. 

"What's wrong?" he questioned, concerned by my abundance of tears.

"It's just, you're so perfect and you've been so nice and I don't deserve any of it. I'm so sorry I dragged you into this screwed up situation and you have to keep saving me. I feel pathetic and useless."

"What? Danielle I would do all this and more just so you're safe and happy, even if that couldn't be with me. You mean so much to me and I'm just glad you're okay. You deserve all of this and more. You're beautiful and intelligent and I feel so different when I'm with you than when I'm with any other girl. It's electric, it's spontaneous, and it's amazing. And I think I'm falling in love with you."

I couldn't belive what I was hearing, Jake falling in love with me? I didn't know how to resond, so I leaned in and kissed him hard and passionately, wanting to make up for all of his kind words and feelings. I felt so lucky to have Jake. 

"I think we need to call the police."

"Make that the police and an ambulance."