Mad For (completed)

Nineteen : Tessa

I make my way into my house. School was boring, like always.

I walk in and see no one is home.

"Klarissa?" I call out for my maid.. No reply. "Anyone?"

"I'm here," I freeze as Mark's voice come from the kitchen, walking over to me.

"Uh, I should go," I make my way towards the stairs, but he steps in front of me. Panic fills my body.

"I think we should talk, Tessa," Mark places a hand on my shoulder. I instantly flinch, moving away from him.

He sighs. "Wow, you're a real messed up kid, huh?"

I stand up straight. "What?" I raise my voice. "You fucking rape me and you think that I'm the messed up one? I was fourteen! You raped a fourteen-year-old girl! That was your niece! Your brother's daughter!"

He flinches at my response. "What?" He looks furious.

I know I made a huge mistake. Quickly, I knee him in the groin and run upstairs, fumbling with my phone.

"Shit!" Mark cries from downstairs.

I call Noah, but trip while looking back at Mark. He's catching up, fast. I get up and pick up my phone.

"Hey, Tess," Noah's sweet voice calms me a little.

I shut my door and lock it. "Noah, I'm in trouble, it's Mark."

"I'm on my way," he hangs up.

Mark bangs on my door repeatedly. "Let me in, Tessa!" He slams his fists on the door.

Suddenly, I hear that he stops. I sigh with relief, maybe he gave up. A loud bang comes from outside and Mark is now in my room.

***

Noah

I speed past a red light. Tessa is in trouble. My Tessa.

I think of what I'm going to do to that sick bloody bastard. He's gonna pay. I purse my lips and pick up more speed.

I dodge five cars and turn the car, almost making it flip over.

I regain balance and see Tessa's house in view. I get out, and sprint inside.

***

Tessa

Mark slams his fist into my face, I scream in pain.

"You don't ever shut up, do you?" He slams his hand on my mouth and pushes me against the wall.

"Please, Mark, stop," I cry in pain.

He unzips his pants, ignoring me. "Stay still kid, it'll only hurt a little." His hot breathe makes me shiver in fear.

"No!" I elbow his gut and turn once he groans, I kick his shin and run. But not fast enough, Mark's hand grabs my ankle and pulls me down with him.

He punches my face repeatedly, each time I see black dotting the edges of my vision. Again and again. Soon, I don't feel any pain at all, just lie there, letting him hit me.

Blood makes its way from my face to his hands. I don't know why I'm still awake, I'm fully aware of Mark's hands gripping my throat, his fingers sucking the air from my lungs.

Then, it all comes to me. I feel everything. I gasp for air, but nothing comes. I try to hit him but I am weak from lack of air. Where are you Noah?

Noah

"Tessa!" I scream. She is purple, Mark on top of her. I am overcome with rage, I pull Mark off of her and slam my fists into his face. Over and over.

I hear Tessa gasp but I'm too focused on this man. This man that raped Tessa. He starts to bleed, but I cannot stop, I just think of how broken this girl was, how broken this man left her. I feel Tessa's hand on mine. I look over at her and see her on the floor, barley breathing. She's having a panic attack.

"Shit!" I hold her in my arms, leaving Mark bloody on the floor, trying to calm her down. She does. I take a deep breath, smiling at her.

"Noah," she croaks. "Mark."

I frown, not sure why she cares about Mark. Then, as soon as I turn around, Mark's hands are on me, slamming my head into the hardwood floor. Blood sprays out of my nose, making me panic. I'm loosing conscious.

Quickly, I slam my head backwards, into Mark's forehead. I am rewarded with him pausing for just a second, but that's all I need.

I turn and use my legs to kick him off of me, hard. He lands hard and I crawl over to him, slamming my fists into his nose. He blocks my hit and pushes me away, my head spinning.

I try to get up, I need to get up. I fail miserably. My head hurts and I can't feel my legs. Mark towers over me and laughs, a pocketknife in hand, and suddenly, I fear for my life. I look for Tessa, and see she's passed out on the floor.

I kick Mark in the groin and he drops the knife, I crawl away from him, out into the hall. I grab onto the railing for support, and feel Mark hoist me up. He slams my head against the railing and I go limp.

Weakly, I try to hit him, he only laughs and picks me up. At first, I am unsure what he is doing, maybe, this is the ambulance, and I'm being carried away. But I am brought back to reality when Mark's rotten breathe fills my nose.

"Bye, little British boy," he laughs and tips me over the edge, head first.

At first, I don't realize that I am falling, until I see Mark up, away from me, smiling. I close my eyes, and think of Tessa's beautiful green eyes and delicate skin.

Her lips on mine, her laugh, everything. Then, it all goes dark.