Challenging 5 || Ollie Lynch

What happens when I say no

*Ami's pov*

Declan sits on my bed looking at me through the mirror. He had a smug look on his face. We had been dating for 3 months now but I never got used to that smile, it made me feel a bit uneasy. "What you smiling at?" I smile at him through the mirror.
"Your beautiful face." He smiles back at me and gets up. I walk over to my dresser to try pick out the outfit I was going to wear for dinner. We were going to a Japanese restaurant and I wanted to look presentable. "Aw." I say and dig around for my red top.
"Aw indeed." And with that he puts his big hand on my shoulder, digs in forcing me to turn around to face him.
"Oh hi." I breathe. He doesn't reply but instead tilts my chin up. He then goes in kissing me. I kiss back but I didn't feel any heat. I wasn't turned on whatsoever like I used to be for my ex and therefore felt nothing. I still kiss him though feeling bad that my mind was preoccupied by the thought of another guy. Oh, how I wished he was Ollie. "Not right now." I laugh a bit as his lifts his hands and try to handle my breasts.
He doesn't listen and starts pulling at my bra. "Later." I say starting to pull back. He still doesn't listen and instead starts to unclip it. "I said later!" I push him back. My heart races as his body barely budges. "Relax." He starts to kiss down my neck.
"I don't want to relax, I want you to stop."
"Why?"
"Because I am not in the mood and we need to go anyway." I look around my room.
"You are never in the mood." He slides one hand down to my leg and starts moving it into my upper thigh. He starts to slide upwards and upwards.
"Get off me you bastard! Everyone was right, you are stupid fucking pric-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before my head gets swung to the slide as his hand collides with it. A scorching hot imprint was left as a result. I gasp breathing in and out recklessly.
"Don't talk like that, you hear me, woman?"
I nod quickly fearing what would happen if I argued.
"Good now let's fucking go to dinner before I waste my fucking money." I see his eyes were so dark as he towered over me.
"I don't want to go anywhere with you." I whisper trembling.
"What did you say?"
"I don't want-" I don't get to finish my sentence before he slaps me in the exact same place. Tears stream down my face as I wince at the pain.
"I don't give a fuck what you want or not want to do. You go where I say."
I stay quiet, crying silently.
"You hear me, woman?"
I nod meekly and turn around to rummage through my drawer still looking for my top. I could barely see with the tears engulfing my eyes.

When I get back from the dinner, I run to my room and lock myself in it. I grab a pillow and cry silently into it trying to not disturb my brother or parents.