Play Your Cards Right

Chapter 8: Ruined

My body froze and then went into a weak, trembling state. Dylan's arms snaked around my torso while he dragged me off the dance floor. I sat there lifeless as he pulled me through the kitchen. I tried with all my might to escape from him, but my limbs failed me. Fear took my breath away, so I had no ability to speak. The music was on maximum volume, so no one would hear me anyway.

Vulnerable, innocent, easy, pitiful me was back. There was nothing for me to do. He headed to the stairs. I guess it wasn't easy to drag me, so instead he threw me over his shoulder like a sac. I faintly kicked his back using all the strength I had. I knew where he was going and I hated not being able to do anything. 

I go into complete panic mode every time I see him. But the last time I saw him was around 1 year ago and he is supposed to be in jail for 4 more! How did he get out of jail?

I sobbed as we ended at the top of the stairs. I grabbed the railing making him come to a halt. His back tensed and I could hear him cursing under his breath.

"We are not going through this again Kristi!" Dylan shrieked, "Give up and it will be quick and easy. I promise."

Promise. Dylan throws that word around all the time. He doesn't mean it. He's trying to trick me to go willingly. He put me down and then turned to face me. I acted as if I was considering his offer.

Actually, I was thinking of an escape plan.

I could make a run for it. No no no.. He will just catch me and my legs would probably give out.

I could... make an excuse that I can't right now. He was my boyfriend for so long that he knows about my.. Uh.. Cycle. No no no.. I'm not a good liar.

I could scream at the top of my lungs.. I could feel my voice coming back rather strongly. Ill have to go with choice three.

He grew impatient and tapped his foot awaiting my answer. His dark brown hair was messy and his face was dark almost angry with anticipation.

"I. I." I blurted, "AHHHHHHHH NIALLLLLLLL?!!!!!" I screamed in pure fear. It was the loudest Ive ever heard myself. The music stopped and we heard lots of gasps coming from downstairs. Yes! It worked! Deep footsteps sounded approaching us. Dylan took a second to react. He pulled me into a room by my hair. I heard the door lock behind me.

"IN HERE! HELP PLEASE HELP!" I pounded on the door regaining my strength back.

"No one is gonna save you this time, Krissy." He teased in a baby voice. He pinned me to the door, and I turned my face away from him attempting to shield my eyes. Fists hit the other side of the door.

"Kristi?! Kristi?! Are you in there?!!!" Niall's voice called.

Before I could answer Dylan crashed his lips into mine. I sat there blankly and made an effort not to kiss back. I hit my fist on the door telling Niall to help me.

"Who is in there with you? KRISTI ANSWER ME!" his voice shouted angrily.

"Me." Dylan responded breaking us apart. He still had his hands dangerously gripped around my wrists.

"DYLAN?! IM GONNA KILL HIM!" Niall yelled to the other people knocking against the door. Dylan yanked me away and pushed me in the corner of the room. I was so helpless. I wept loudly putting my head in my hands.

"Shut up!" Dylan demanded while kicking me in the shins. I grimaced in pain while rubbing the red spot on my leg. Silence spread across the house.

"See they gave up! No one loves you! Get that in your mind!" He vigorously pointed at me and punched me in he eye. I covered my eye and cried in despair.