My Riptide

Chapter 29: Hunted

WARNING!!!! THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES VIOLENT SCENES INCLUDING VIOLENT ABUSE!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
*This chapter also includes a Dual pov*

Coral-

"I've been waiting for you babydoll. Or should I say Peaches? No that's not it. Peach. Right?" He lifts his other hand to show the gun he was hiding beside his thigh.

Hell no. What was I fucking thinking coming here at night knowing I was getting random messages at the same time. I could make a run for it, but I'm sure he'll just pull that gun on me  quicker than I could take another step back.

Who cares at this point if I get killed. Might as well right? I hesitate before speaking to him.

"What do you want from me?" I whisper loud enough for him to hear.

"Your going to close the door behind you. Your going to sit yourself right here why'll we have a little chat okay?" He pats his lap with the gun.

He's sick for thinking he still has control over me. I look down at the empty beer bottle in my hand and make a quick decision.

"Fuck you." I throw the bottle as hard as I can at his head and start heading towards my car. Gun shots barely miss me and instead hit the front door frame.

Before I can even get to the door of my car I feel massive hands pull me by my shirt into his arms and slams me onto the grass.

A pain of shock hits harshly through my shoulder. I then try crawling away from him but he digs his nails into my neck, smashing my body more to the ground.

Everything becomes a bit dizzy and my head feels like as if it has a huge migraine pounding through it repeatedly.

I've got to get out of here. I can't give up. I can't give him what he wants.

I start screaming, screaming louder than I have before. He then turns me over and straddles over me, caging me in between his knees. I then start fighting back. I push his chest repeatedly and kick my legs, but he just keeps fighting against me. He's gotten way stronger from before. Was this planned?

He grips my wrist and puts them over my head, squeezes them so hard it feels as if my hands are about to fall off. I scream more. He squeezes harder.

He holds both wrist in one hand and covers my mouth with his other. "Surprised you haven't given up yet little one. You have the nerve to say that shit to me you bitch." He grunts out as he keeps holding me down. He gets closer to my face. "Why are you so surprised huh? I told you I'd be back. For you." And I take that as my shot to head but him.

As soon as I do I watch his head fly back and I try scooting away. He catches me and gets back on top of me. What a waste of strength...

He starts punching me. "I've fucking had it with you ya fagget."

My face becomes numb as his knuckles become sore so he starts hitting me with his gun. I feel the tears rushing from my eyes, blood rushing from whatever's broken. I don't think I can keep fighting anymore.

My screams are no longer to be heard because of my sobs.

"You deserve every fucking bit little one. You'll always regret every thing you do to yourself."

He hits me over and over. I soon loose consciousness. I can't fight back anymore. I have no strength or force. It'll all stop soon Coral. If he puts you in the ground just know he'll never get past Reef.

What will River think of me? How could I do this to myself. My thoughts blur through my head.

I feel the blood rush down my face. I close my eyes as Paul drags me up the stairs and back into the house. The strong smell of drugs and beer doesn't sense my nose anymore, only the smell of fresh blood.