Then Came You { a pedro pascal fanfiction }

Chapter Nine

I woke up in a slow daze, my eyes fluttering as I felt something brush across my cheekbone. I expected it to be light out, but my room was still dark, just a dusty, orange glow from the street lamps spilling in from the crack in the curtains. But it was cold, freezing, not like if I'd forgotten to turn the heater on, but like I'd left every window in my apartment open.

As I came into a more secure sense of consciousness, I realized the window was open, I could tell by the clattering of noise on the street, which was usually more muffled by the glass.

A brush against my cheekbone again, my eyes still weren't fully open or adjusted, but I was more awake, able to determine that it wasn't just something brushing against my cheek, it was someone, their fingers calloused and sticky with sweat.

I turned my head, my eyes bursting open and landing on a figure, a man, standing above me. My blood ran cold, I opened my mouth to scream, but he was over me in a second, pinning me down with one hand and using the other to hold my wrists above my head, his knees dug into my sides and made it impossible to thrash out from underneath him.

I screamed into his hand, the vibration of it making my lips numb as I struggled to breath. My chest felt heavy, burned from the lack of oxygen as the smell of him-- heady and sour ripped through my nose.

"Shhh." He hissed, his lips peeling back and revealing a row of saffron colored teeth, crowded together, and jutting out at harsh angles.

I tried to bite his hand, but I couldn't get a grip, he was pressing down too hard on my lips.

He moved his face closer to mine and I shut my eyes tight to drive out the image, his face was all shadows and angles, dark stubble dotting his hollow cheeks, stringy black hair falling down to his chin.

This was it, I thought as I shuddered through him deeply inhaling against my hair. He was either going to rape me or kill me, perhaps both, one right after the other. My body ached as I felt my last reserves of oxygen depleting from my lungs, but a surge of adrenaline was brewing in my chest, bubbling up and cascading down my extremities.

His legs loosened their grip on my sides as I tried to ignore his lips, dry and cracked, crawling across my jaw. I used the tiny bit of leverage he'd unknowingly granted me, and put all my strength, all that adrenaline into my lower body. I reared my leg up as as fast and hard as I could, then drove my knee into his groin.

Air, oxygen poured into my lungs as I sucked in a shaking breath, squeezing myself out from underneath him as he curled into a ball, his hands cradling the weapon between his legs that I had probably been one minute away from falling victim to.

I rushed out of the room, wheezing and stumbling my way through the apartment and to the door. I struggled with the handle for a moment before I realized it was locked. It was locked. I didn't have time to try to decipher how he had gotten in if the door had been locked, I just clicked it open and flew through, rushing down the hall and beginning to pound on Pedro's door.

"Pedro! PEDRO! Pl-- please open the door, open the door, it's Lucy!" I screamed, whipping my head around every few seconds to check that the man hadn't followed me.

The door pulled open, I had been leaning against it, so the moment it did I fell inside and straight onto his bare chest.

I broke into a sob immediately, pressing my face into his warm skin, my fingers digging into his back with enough force that there would probably be marks there come morning.