ROCK BOTTOM ~ Rafe Cameron // OC // JJ Maybank

FORTY FIVE.

tw: slight violence

Luke Maybank's hand felt as rough as sandpaper on her face.

Her wrist throbbed from where he'd slammed it on the counter, the knife completely out of reach now. It was pointless, but still she tried to lunge for it again. She barely moved, he had her pressed against the counter so tightly she couldn't even get her arm away.

"Is that my knife you were about to threaten me with?" the older man asked with a scoff on his lips. "You got some fucking nerve, you know that?"

Bexley forced back her elbow, jamming it into the side of his body.

Luke only reacted by wrapping both hands around her, one kept over her mouth, the other now around her waist.

She kicked her feet out, stomping on him, trying to kick him.

Finally, she bit down on his hand.

"Shit!" he hissed, pulling it away.

She screamed, "JJ-!"

The hand slapped over her mouth again.

No.

It didn't slap onto her.

Her face stung, but more painfully.

Luke slapped her.

Right on the cheek, hitting both her jaw and her lips.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, prissy bitch?!" Luke spat at her. "Coming into my goddamn home and biting me?!"

"JJ!" she screamed again. "JJ-!"

She ducked down as he went to grab her. She ducked so fast she went to the floor, and then kicked her leg out again, hitting him in the side of the legs, right on the side of his knees. It made him stumble.

Bexley forced herself up, running to the door.

"JJ!" She grabbed the handle.

Luke caught her by the hair.

Bexley did feel it this time. The tear in her stitches. He grabbed her hair and yanked her back. She screamed pitifully at the pain.

He flung her, her back hitting the kitchen counter. She barely stayed on her feet.

He stood in front of her, keeping her there. Keeping her blocked against the counter with nowhere to go.

"Hey!" he spat. "You shut the fuck up!"

She felt him start to pat down her front pockets. She had a twenty dollar bill that Pope gave her a few nights before, in case her and JJ got locked out somewhere again and needed payphone money.

Luke's hand went into her pocket. "Don't touch me!" she snapped, writhing uncomfortably as his hand made itself familiar with her.

She brought her hand up and tried to slap him back, only for her to grab her wrist and toss it away. But she didn't give up there. She stomped on his feet again, kicked at his shins.

Luke pulled out the twenty dollar bill, pocketing it, before flipping her around, shoving the front of her against the wall.

He checked her back pockets.

His hands patted down her ass, before pausing for a second. She felt his hand linger on her.

His face neared the back of her head, mumbling, "You still seventeen, sweetheart-?"

She elbowed him again with a sharp, "Get your filthy hands off me!"

A short chuckle left his lips. "You sound like your mama, you know that? Playing hard to get."