Irish Luck

Chapter 44

Chapter 44 ~ Kennedy's POV

Derek demanded I go over to his house this afternoon, even after I had told him I had to stay with family. He said he knew I was lying.

I went to another one of Dad's appointments and the doctor said it looked like he wasn't making much progress. I really hoped he would get better. Aimee tried to always tell him it wasn't his fault they got into the accident, but he would just sulk alone in his room and avoid talking to everyone.

I made my way to Derek's to see his mother not home, great. I couldn't wait to see what he planned. I told my mother where I was going and soon arrived to the seemingly scary house. I knocked on the door three times before Derek answered in just sweatpants and a sweet smile. That's what scared me the most about him, I never knew when he would transition from adorable boyfriend to malicious rapist.

"Hey gorgeous," he greeted me, letting me in and leading me to the couch in the den. The only response I had was a nod and the nicest smile I could muster up.

We sat down, snuggled together and started to watch The Vow.

"Why did you choose this?" I asked with confusion.

"Because I thought you'd like it," he smiled at me.

As the movie went on, I started to feel comfortable. I snuggled into his side, lifting my feet up on the couch. I was slowly beginning to feel as if today were going to be a normal day. I started to trust he wouldn't do anything, getting closer and having him wrap his arms around me. He held me protectively, especially at the more sad parts in which I would cry into his shoulder. It wasn't until the movie started finishing up that he was getting bad again.

"Derek, I'm not in the mood," I bravely said as his hand tried to crawl up my shirt.

"C'mon," he pleaded, his lips traveling to my neck.

"Please," I managed to say through my shaky voice. I should've seen it coming, because he then slapped my leg and pulled it closer to him.

"Too bad," he growled in my ear.

I was shaking when he pulled my legs over him. After abusing me further, he pulled me by my arm and up the stairs, sure to leave bruises.

Climbing up the stairs was even more of a challenge. He was forcing me up while I was trying to keep my feet grounded. Derek then pulled me by both of my arms, getting tired of my defiance. He forced me into his room, leaving me with no strength to fight back.

"Derek," I tried wrapping my frail fingers around his large wrist. A rush of adrenaline overcame me as I used all of my power to push him back, "I really don't want to do this. Please respect that."

I don't know why I did that. That was one of the stupidest decision I've ever made. I should've known better.

He gripped me by my wrists, throwing me on the bed. Derek pinned me down my my shoulders and barked in my face.

"YOU AGREED TO BE MINE," Derek yelled at me at the top of his lungs, causing tears to leak from my eyes. He brought his arm back to slap me, and I felt the sting of his hand across my cheek. Then his strong hands squeezing my waist with much strength. I closed my eyes in pain, waiting for it to go away. 

It stopped abruptly, and I slowly opened my eyes to see what was going on. I opened them to see the familiar blonde head above the body that was once beating mine. There were various grunts and punching sounds in the tangled mess of the two people. It took me a moment to realize who exactly that blonde head was.

I was stood in shock as I watched the two brawl on the bedroom floor. I didn't want him to exactly kill Derek, but I wanted him to feel the same pain I did. He was repeatedly punching Derek with anger rushing throughout him entire body, in a way I'd never seen him before. When I saw blood was when I decided to stop the two. As I got closer, I heard him cursing under his breath as he threw more punches.