Lust

Chapter 3- Isabella

Love me until I love myself -Lana Del Rae
Present

It's been 3 weeks since I've moved in and I've not seen any of the boys since that morning.
Visions of that night from many years ago plaguing my nightmares once again, I wake up not breathless or scared but confused that I'm not in their arms until my memories come back and I feel stupid.

Their flirty comments and beautiful bodies don't distract me from the monsters beneath anymore.

My knuckles are probably bleeding from the force that I'm hitting this punching bag at, I need to get these... animals out of my mind.
They do not have a right to be there when they happily cut off contact with me right after they got what they wanted from me. God. Punch. I. Punch. Hate. Punch. Them.punch.

After the last punch I hear a crack in my knuckles and a searing pain burns through my body making tears well in my eyes.

Shit. I took one look at my distorted hand and figured out that it was not a good sign, blood seeped from the multiple little cuts all over my knuckles and bruises were already starting to bloom on my skin.

How am I meant to drive to the hospital like this, it's obvious that my hand is broken. I huff remembering that I'm in the home gym and not in an actual gym. Coming to my senses, I decide to just call my parents to pick me up and take me to the E R.

Just as I'm about to grab my phone, hands grasped my hips making me let out a breathless scream.

I snap my head to the Person behind me and surprise surprise it was one of the people I was trying to forget, "hey baby you missed me?" Jack says jokingly but funnily enough I see a hint of sincerity in his eyes, or maybe it was just the view of my tits in my sports bra in his eyes.

"Not as much as you missed the sound of hearing your own voice," I taunt back whilst I turn to the direction of the stairs eager to end this little interaction.

His voice stops me from going "show me your hand,"

"no," I growl

He grabs me by my bad hand and pulls me towards him making me groan in pain "I think you forgot the rules of this game baby but," he comes close to my ear and I shudder at every breath he makes "you can't say no to us... even if you wanted to," the proximity makes my thighs clench.

"Let. Me. Go," I grit out. He laughs, it's a dark sultry sound which makes my spine lock.

"Give me one good reason why I should do that my sweet rose," the fear that he sparks in me is like a drug, I shouldn't crave it... but I do.
"Oh let me think, maybe because my hand is broken and I need to go to a hospital, that seems like a good enough reason," I nearly shout.

"Mmmmm let me think about it...," he can't be serious "nope, that is not a good enough reason," excuse me, what?

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THATS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH REASON?" I yell, my words echoing of off the walls. He grabs my wrist tighter.
"Who did that to your hand, sweetheart ?" I don't answer his question which is enough to prove his point "you've made your bed, now lie in it," he bites out.

rage creates tears that force their way out of my eyes "oh sweet rose don't cry, it will ruin your makeup... and we have a places to be," I have no where to be and I won't go anywhere with him.

"What?" I say trying to stop my voice from breaking.

"We have a ... work thing and your coming with us," I have no interest in attending a boring IT meeting which was bound to last for hours, especially not with them.

"Oh no I'm not," i snapped whilst laughing at the absurdity of what he said.

"Oh yes you are, I don't care if I have to carry you out kicking and screaming your coming with us whether you like it or not," his words send more tears streaming down my face and my throat restricting.