Golden Melody

Chapter 7.3

Miexha Verra

Her Pov

I suddenly sat up, startled by the sound of the door opening.
It was just Ron, his face beaming as he entered my room.

He was carrying two popsicles, a gesture of sweetness that felt strangely out of place in the midst of my emotional turmoil.
He handed me one, his smile a bit too wide, a bit too eager.

"Oh? You came home early?" I asked, my voice a mere whisper.

"I missed you," he said, his eyes holding a possessive intensity that made me uncomfortable.

I just nodded, my gaze fixed on the popsicle in my hand.

I heard Ron curse, a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat of fear.
I furrowed my brow, trying to make sense of the situation.

My jaw dropped open when I saw he wasn't wearing a shirt.
His chest was bare, sculpted and defined, a sight that was both alluring and unsettling.
It was the first time I had seen him like this, so raw, so...vulnerable.

He grabbed my popsicle and threw it across the room, his movements too quick, too forceful.
My breath caught in my throat.
He grabbed me, his hands rough against my skin, and kissed me forcefully.

The kiss was brutal, invasive. It felt wrong, like a violation.
I didn't want it.
I didn't want this.
I pushed him away, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and disgust.

"Ron, please, leave me alone," I said, my voice shaking, pulling his arm away.

"Hmm, why? This is normal. You don't have to be scared," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous calm.
He pushed me back towards the bed, his hand still on my arm. He was still shirtless, his gaze fixed on me.
Then he suddenly unhooked my bra.
My breath hitched.
I felt tears prick my eyes.

"Ron, please, stop!" I cried.
"I don't want this."

But he didn't stop.
He kissed my chest, his tongue tracing a path across my skin.
His other hand squeezed my breast, his touch rough and demanding.

I was terrified.
I wanted to scream, to run, but my body felt frozen, paralyzed by fear.

Then I heard the door creak open. I saw Riel standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
His eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something else, something I couldn't quite decipher.

"Ron, please, I'm not ready for this," I said, my voice rising in desperation.
I needed help, I needed to escape this situation.
I was scared of what might happen.

Riel, sensing my distress, moved quickly. He pulled Ron's hand away from my breast, his voice a low growl,
"Leave her alone, Thyron"

He immediately covered me with a blanket, his touch a comforting shield against the storm brewing in the room.

Tears streamed down my face, my body trembling with fear. He helped me out of the situation, his presence as a beacon of hope in the darkness.
I clung to him, my body shaking, my heart pounding.
I needed him, I needed his protection, his understanding. I needed someone to save me from this nightmare.

Ron, his face contorted with rage, spun around, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snarled, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

"Ron, please, just leave," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper.

But Ron wasn't listening.
He was fixated on Riel, his anger a tangible force that threatened to consume the room.

"Get your hands off her," he barked, his voice laced with a dangerous intensity.

"You know this is wrong," Riel said calmly, his voice a soothing counterpoint to Ron's rage.
"You're hurting her."

"Hurting her? You? You think you can just waltz in here and help her? She's my girlfriend," Ron spat, his eyes narrowed.
"She doesn't need your help."

"Ron, please," I said, trying to pull away from Riel's protective embrace.
My heart ached, knowing this was a forced relationship.

Ron wasn't listening. He stepped closer, his shadow looming over Riel.
"This is between me and my girlfriend. You stay out of it."

Riel didn't flinch. He stood his ground, his gaze unwavering.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice calm but firm.
"I'm not going to stand by and let you hurt her.

Ron took a step closer, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched tight.
He had always been possessive, always demanding, but this was different.
This was fueled by anger and resentment, a twisted sense of ownership.

"You're making a big mistake," Ron growled, his voice laced with menace.
"You're going to regret this."

Before I could even scream, Ron lunged forward, his fist connecting with Riel's jaw.

The sound of the impact echoed through the room, a sickening crack that made my heart lurch.

Riel stumbled backward, his hand flying to his jaw, a crimson stain blooming on his knuckles.

"Riel!" I cried, my voice choked with fear.

Ron didn't give Riel a chance to recover.
He charged forward again, his fists swinging wildly.

"Ron, stop!" I screamed, my voice cracking with terror.
"This is wrong!"

But Ron was blinded by rage, his anger a force that seemed unstoppable.