Deadlock

XLVIII

“What a surprise.” He sneered.

I wanted to punch him in the face. He didn’t need to be so cocky during this kind of situation. But why does he do that, I don’t understand. I walked in front of him and slapped him across his face. I didn’t know what took over me but that was just all I wanted to do. That was what I had in mind. I wanted to hit him and I did. That was the first time I’ve ever truly hit him.  And he didn’t even dodge it. He could’ve avoided it if he wanted to but he didn’t.

My tears flowed down my cheeks. I didn’t think it was pathetic of me anymore, because I don’t really give a damn. I didn’t know why Rob was acting so jerky at me right now, because it hurts me. I feel pain everytime he looks at me with those angry eyes as if I did something horrible to him.

“Alright, I’m sorry I’m here Emily.” Rob told me. “I knew you’d always wanted Jake to be here with you right?”

“Jake?”

“Yeah, Jake.” And then he laughed. That diabolical laugh but sounded as if he was in pain. “I couldn’t believe you were this kind of a lady Emily, you’re a player huh? Really? Jake? My best friend and my brother?”

“I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Oh please Emily, I followed you yesterday remember? I heard you in the phone and was curios so I followed you. That' why I'm here. And it didn’t hit me that you were flirting with Jake.” Rob spoke bitterly.

I couldn’t help it, I didn’t want to cry so I could explain but his words were like knives stabbing my heart. “I was not flirting.”

“Oh yeah, so that was just I don’t know, seducing Jake and have him run away with you from ME!” Rob’s face was red. He was seriously angry. “You are a disgusting little slut Emily!”

And I slapped him again, this time, I didn’t stop for once. I hit him constantly without giving a shit of whether he’s hurt with it or not. I just wanted to continuously hit him so he couldn’t talk, so he wouldn’t call me a slut and so he couldn’t give me more pain.

“Why do you say that, why do you say that? You don’t know me.” I whimpered pathetically.

Rob grabbed both my hands. He pinned me to the bed beside us. He was almost crashing me with his body, I felt the intensity. “Do you know what Byrone told me?” He smirked. “He told me to have this last night with my fiancée before he kills us all. So I’m thinking maybe we do it tonight.”

Rob would not do it, he wouldn’t. I know he wouldn’t. He groped my hands and placed it behind my back, while he was pinning me with his muscular body. He stripped my clothes out and it started to sink into to my mind that Rob wouldn’t stop this time. He took off my top and my jeans leaving me with my underwear. He sneered at me. His eyes were looking at me with pleasure, that scary entertained and contented eyes. He took off his shirt with a great deal work that I was not let to move. He had his one hand on my shoulder so I couldn’t move and his other one was touching me with wherever he pleased.

“ROB… PLEASE…” My pleading voice was hoarse and my tears were flooding from my eyes.

He moved his face on my chest and started sniffing it. I felt hot breath on my skin. His face was everywhere my top. “Please…” I pleaded more.

He looked at me again with disgust. “You know what I hate the most about you? It’s that you pretend you don’t want me. Every time I want you, you give me that pathetic look on your face as if you’re the purest virgin ever walked in this planet.” He kissed my ear sensually.

I started losing hope. Rob wouldn’t stop. He’s going to do it. I’m going to lose it. “And you resisting me turns me on even more.” He came to kiss my chest so softly I thought I was really lost in there. He wanted to take off my pink laced bra and I thought he was just going to destroy it rather than letting me free with his grip. But he didn’t, he moved to give me space and so he could unhook it. I took advantage of it. I had my right hand ready to slap him again but before I did so, he caught it. I struggled to have the control back but he was a lot stronger. He forced to keep my right hand in my back and pinned me with a lot more force.