Roommates [lucaya]

11. Darkness

skip this chapter if you dont like dark things. it gets kind of scary. not like sexual scary but like scary scary.

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Noah had a hold of me. His sandy blonde hair framed his blue eyes perfectly and I remembered why I once loved him. Then he took off his shirt and I remembered why I left.

"Won't you be cold?" I asked him, cursing myself for caring.

"This room is heated and the doors are locked. It's my time now." Noah said. I couldn't see him, the room was so black. I felt a cold hand on my hip and I yelped and jumped afraid. "Shh, it's just me. Don't be afraid." Noah whispered down my neck.

"Why should I not be afraid of you? You horny son of a-"

"Watch your language now. We're at a school event."

"Shut up and let me go." I growled.

"Not until I have my fun with you."

"Noah, let me go now."

"No can do, princess." Noah said and started kissing me. His lips were soft and warm and I wanted to kiss back but I knew he would just get encouraged so I turned my head away, not letting him kiss me. This wasn't the best choice because he started sucking at my neck. He nibbled slightly and kissed all around, leaving trails of love kisses along my neck.

They are NOT love kisses, Maya! You know this!

He nibbled harder on my neck and I winced, he had never been a gentle person. I heard him chuckle and he slid off my army green jacket. He pulled off my beanie and slid off my sweater. He started kissing my stomach, sliding so he was on his knees. He yanked me down and all of a sudden I was lying on the ground, Noah hovering over me. He grinned and kissed my belly right below my belly button. I knew what he wanted to do, and I knew that I had to stop him.

"Get off now!" I yell, struggling and kicking. He growls and slaps me hard on the face. I wince and let out a yelp.

"Shut up, princess." Noah growls, kissing my neck and sucking slightly in all the right places. I MEAN WRONG PLACES.

"Noah! Get off me! Get away!" I scream. He slaps me again, his nail digging into my cheek, drawing blood. I wince again and a tear rolls down my cheek. "Stop hitting me, you rapist!" I scream and lift my knee up quickly. I feel it make contact with his crotch and hear him groan in pain and roll off me. I feel around on the ground my sweater, jacket, and beanie, finding two of the three things.

Where are you beanie?

I touch something sharp and jerk my hand away. I feel for it again and realize what it is.

Why is there a knife in here?

I run to the wall and flip a switch. The lights turn on and I see the walls lined with weapons. Guns, knives, thick wooden sticks, etc. I gasp and run for the door. Noah grabs me from behind with one arm and grabs the knife with his free hand, holding the knife to my throat.

"Don't struggle or die. You're choice entirely." Noah sneered.

"You sneaky little rat." I spit. "Don't struggle against what?" I ask, fear evident in my voice.

"We're going on a walk. Out the back door. Go." He pushes me and I walk to the door wedged in the back corner of the room. As I exit I feel the cold of the wind and I'm knocked against a wall.

"You jerk. Let me put my sweater back on." I growl, attempting to slip on my sweater.

"Nah, your bra's hot." Noah sneers. My eyes feel like fire but I can't do anything or I might die.

"I'm gonna die of frostbite before you can rape me." I threaten. He growls and throws me my cream knit sweater. Gratefully, I slip it on. I feel something fuzzy on the inside and slip it out.

"There it is!" I say. Slipping my beanie on my head.

"There is what?" Noah asked curiously.

"My beanie, smart one." I snicker, pointing to the hat atop my head. He mocks my snicker and starts roughly pulling me along the dark alleyway. "So where are we going?" I ask.

"Like I'm going to tell you." Noah scoffs.

"You never were the trusting type, I guess." I say under my breathe. Noah turns and glares at me, showing me the knife in his hand. I shut my mouth, literally, and continue walking in silence. About six minutes later we reach a dark building at the end of the dark alleyway in the dark night. He shoved me inside the small doorway and my body makes contact with another, knocking me to the ground. The lights turn on to reveal, like, twenty men, all tall, all reasonably handsome, all wearing tuxedos, and all looking pissed.

"Uh, sorry." I apologize, glancing down.

"Don't apologize, mi amor." The man whispered. I shuddered, understanding what he said. My love. Ew.

"Alright, Tyron, this one's mine." Noah stepped forward in front of me. I silently thanked him, then cursed myself for thanking him, and unthanked him silently.

"I'm not yours anymore." I mutter quietly.

"Do you want to be theirs?" Noah whispers back. I shake my head and scooch back farther on the carpet.

"So what are you guys? A gang? A rapist group? Ooh! A mafia!" I joke laughing at my last one. They looked serious and one nodded slightly. "Wait really? I'm being held hostage by a mafia? Well that sucks." I scoff, one of the guys chuckles, then gets smacked by another guy.

"Let's take her somewhere safe, like Michigan." One guy suggests.

"Michigan?!" Another roars, obviously offended. A fight breaks out and they decide to 'take it outside' so the sound of fighting and curse words is a low rumble.

"Now it's just us again." Noah said walking towards me as I lean against the wall, still sitting.

"Think again."

I whip my head around to see Lucas standing in the doorway. I start to cry tears of joy.

How did he find me?

Before I could ask Lucas was advancing on Noah and punching him square in the nose, knocking him to the ground and out cold.