Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

The spell that Jett has over me and my body is instantly broken, shattered like a glass breaking. I slowly release my hold on Jett as I stare into Jett’s eyes as he stares back at me not breaking eye contact as we stay frozen in time.

“JETT! LIANNA! GET DOWN HERE!” Mrs Burke shouts even louder than before, snapping us out of our staring contest.

Jett stares at me shocked in the position that I am in: my legs spread without and knickers on and him with his penis pressed against me, ready to pop my cherry. 

“COMING!” I yell quickly, wanting to get out of the position we were in. 

Jett pulls away and quickly buts his penis back in his boxers, in his pants. I look down on the floor for my underwear and see that they are shredded on the floor in a pile of cotton pieces. 

“Guess I’m going commando.” I mutter angrily to myself as I stand up and try to fix my dress so it doesn’t look as scrunched up, and I pull the dress up higher so it covers my boobs better.

I look in the mirror and see that I have an extreme case of bed head from were Jett was running his hand through my hair.

“Really?” I ask Jett as I point at my hair and clothes and then the shredded knickers on the floor. 

Jett just gives me an angry look and runs his hands through his hair, looking stressed. 

What does he have to be stressed about; he has probably done this a million times. WAIT! That little shit only wanted me for sex! – I think angrily to myself as I realise that I was so close to giving Jett my virginity in a matter of seconds. 

“I hope you proud of yourself!” I growl at him because I am angry that he could make me feel that way. 

“Proud of what?! I almost made the mistake of fucking you!” He shouts at me and I have to admit that it hurt me a little when he said this. 

“Let’s just go down before they come up.” I mutter, not sure how to reply to his comment, as I check myself in the mirror to try and fix my appearance by twist my dress back around and running my hands through my hair to try and untangle all of the knots. Finally I put some lip balm on to take away the fact that my lips are really swollen. 

Jett roughly tugs on the handcuffs, making them bite into my skin painfully. But he still doesn’t stop when he hears my make a sound of pain, and carries on dragging me to the door. 

“Slow down; you’re hurting me!” I yank on the cuffs to get him to stop, but he just carries on stomping towards the stairs. 

Without stopping Jett moves to go down the stairs. As I am pulled towards the stairs I stub my little toe on the wood that holds up the banister. And I swear it is like I have been shot in my toe. 

“AH! FUCK!” I scream while grabbing my foot, my eyes watering from the pain, and slapping the wooden banister, blaming the wood for getting in the way and making me stub my toe.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” I point an accusing finger at Jett.

“How?!”

“It just is.” I mumble looking down. 

“Dumbass.” He snorts and carries on walking down the stairs with me behind him, limping. 

“What happened?” Mrs Burke asks from her place on the couch in front of the TV, with the rest of the girls sat around her, all watching a soap opera.

“I stumped my toe, and I think it’s broken.” I mumble glaring at the floor.

“It’ll be fine,” Mrs Burke dismisses and looks to Jett with excitement in her eyes, “Do you have something to tell us?” She prompts with a big smile on her face. I look and see the other girls leaning towards us with interest.

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