The Favor (BOOK 1 & BOOK 2 INCLUDED)

20. If She Says Stop, You Stop

DISCLAIMER: Violent content. Read at your own risk.

I woke up in the morning, feeling rugged. My face felt oily, my hair felt greasy, and my body felt dirty.

His hands.

I rushed to the shower, scrubbing off the marks he left on my body. But it was impossible to scrub away the bruises on my wrists.

I tried to convince myself that what happened was all just a dream. But it was evident that it was all real, seeing the glass shards piled on my desk.

I drove to school in hopes that I wouldn't see Trevor. And I didn't, up until lunch.

I was seated in my regular seat, to the left of Brendon and an open seat to the left of me. The open seat was designated for Trevor since Simone no longer sat with us. But I would rather have Simone than Trevor at this point. And they're both shitheads.

Nobody was paying attention to me, and I liked it that way. Heads were turned to Gillian, as I twirled the school's spaghetti on my plastic fork. I was focused on the food, not her story.

I feel the presence next to me, the dreadful presence of Trevor. He's laughing at something someone said.

I tense up. My heart was beating fast. I was afraid he'd lash out at school, and I didn't want to be humiliated like that in front of everyone I knew.

It seems that Brendon notices my posture, because he looks to me. I don't look at him, though.

"Cheer up, babe." Trevor puts an arm around my shoulders, and I begin to panic. "What's got you down?" He kisses my cheek. How dare he.

"I don't want you to sit here," I mumble truthfully.

"And why's that?" He asks with a smile.

I open my mouth with the urge to tell him that I was afraid, but I couldn't let him know that he had such power over me. That and others would hear.

"Ha!" He laughs. "You can't tell me, huh? Because you don't want me to find out that you're really just afraid of me?" He says quietly. "Sorry to break it to you, but I already know."

I don't say anything, I just let him tell me the inevitable. I couldn't possibly convince him that I wasn't afraid of him, even if I actually wasn't.

"So, how are you two?" Gillian asks Trevor and I. It takes me a bit to realize that she's talking to me. I'm opening my mouth to say something, but Trevor is quicker. He thinks I'll rat him out. But honestly, I don't know what I'd say to them.

"We're fantastic. We're better than ever, right Lilypad?" Trevor says it to tick me off.

"Don't call me3edcd5cefeb1949d8f4414bd33">"Lily," Brendon looks at me, and I flinch. For once, I look at his eyes. They're full of hope. But mine are full of fear, so I turn away and hang my head.

Brendon looks hurt by my actions. But if I had stood up for Brendon, I might have been the one getting hurt. Physically. And my body meant more to me than Brendon's feelings right now.

Everyone's been staring at us, but Trevor marks that he's the "better" one with a chuckle. Then he whispers in my ear.

"Your daddy's not hear to protect you this time." He tells me victoriously.

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't be next to him, I couldn't hear his voice, and I couldn't feel his skin on mine anymore. I had to be away from him.

I remove his arm from around my shoulders, grab my tray and stand up to leave.

Trevor grips my wrist, almost making me drop the tray in my hands.