Exploited Escape- Grester

Chapter Five

Chester's POV

My hands gripped her thighs as I pinned her up against the wall; my lips attacking her neck. She let out a few disheartened moans and I felt her hands loosen around my neck and I felt her body fall slightly.

I felt her arms begin to lower and her lips move a little slower, I felt her body begin to tense. I felt her tears fall onto my cheeks.

I snapped my head up and looked up at her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, searching for hope.

I let go of her legs and she stood against the wall with her hands in mine, our bodies inches apart.

For a moment we just stared in each other's eyes, none if us having been in this situation before.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to, did I do something wrong? I'm so so sorry." I said feebly, searching her eyes for an answer.

"I'm sorry too." She whispered, her voice a chorus of shaky doubtful words but something about it was comforting, homely.

"Do you want me to stop or.." I said, again sounding childish. Not knowing what to do in this situation scared me a little, this wasn't how things normally played out.

She nodded slightly and I stepped away from her, letting her breathe. She cupped her face in her hands and something inside of me wanted to be close to her but in a different way, I wanted to hold her, to console her and be whatever she needed and it terrified me.

"I'm so sorry. I'm a mess- I'm sorry." She whispered again and again under her breath, just loud enough for me to here.

"I'm assuming you've never done this before." I smiled, laughing once but the atmosphere was dead and I wanted to take back my words immediately.

She shook her head slightly and more tears fell from her eyes. I took her hand and she reluctantly followed me to my bed.

Her eyes darted up at me and she suddenly look frightened. She looked at the bed and up at me and I shook my head and smiled, realising what she meant.

She sat down on the bed with me, her hands still loosely placed in mine.

"I'm sorry, I don't normally do this. I've never done this, or anything remotely similar to this. I don't know why I'm here to be honest."

"That's okay. Was it my fault? Because I apologise if it was."

"No, it's me. This isn't me, I'm not like this."

"What do you mean?"

"None of this is me. This thing that was happening, the seducing and acting like I was one of them girls, it isn't me. Even this dress isn't me."

Something I had never experienced pulsed through me and I wanted to hold and comfort her; I wanted to wish all her pain away.

"I respect that." I said, the corners of my mouth turning up as her eyes caught mine.

I stood up and her eyes followed me. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and one of my t-shirts which wasn't stained in regret. I sat back down on the bed and handed her the clothes.

"If I can help with at least one thing, take these. You can change in there." I offered, handing her the clothes and nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

She looked at me, baffled slightly but appreciatively took the clothes and walked off to the bathroom.

I poured her a glass of water and quietly sipped on mine as I waited for her to emerge from my bathroom.