Let Me Save You

Chapter 23

"Listen little bitch, I'll do what I want with you, understood? You belong to me now, didn't you feel your neck from last night?" He gave me this awful smirk, like he was proud of something. I reached for my neck, and then I felt tender skin. He gave me a hickey. He became too close for comfort, and whispered in my ear. "If I do say so myself, I think it's starting to go away. Maybe I should fix that, just to prove to everyone that you're mine." I didn't have any time to react, his full, red lips were right on the sore spot. I was wincing in pain, and I was clenching on to his shirt, and his shoulders. No matter what I did, he wasn't coming off. He bit down on it, and I had to bit my own lip to stop myself from screaming. He smoothed it over with his tongue, and then left little kisses all around the sore spot. He kissed up my neck, to my cheek, and then to my forehead. The last part was actually really cute, except he was a total douche.

I got into the car only because he promised to take me to the hospital so I could get the car home. We sat in silence for most of the ride until he spoke up. "Sorry if I really hurt you last night, I truly didn't mean to." His voice seemed to settle, and his breathing was alright. "I'm feeling better, but I do hate you. You can't treat me like a sex slave!" His grip on the steering wheel became tight, and he glared at me from the corner of his eye. I sunk down into the seat, and refused to speak to him. 

He pulled up right to the car, and he locked the door right before I got out. "What?" I spoke with as much confidence as I could muster. "I'm sorry if you hate me, but I like you." My heart sunk to my stomach. Yeah, he was good looking and  all but he was in on running over me in the store parking lot, and might have been behind of my broken leg! "Y-you what? How?! Do you honestly think that I could ever like you like that?! Do you not remember the store accident? The broken leg? The rapping?!" I was scarred on the inside and kept telling myself to shut up, but for some reason my mouth wouldn't listen. "How stupid can you be? Really now. After all the bullshit you have put me through, all my years through middle school and high school it's always been you, huh? Always the one calling me names, tripping me, shoving me into the lockers, and making me harm myself. It's always been you." The last part wasn't supposed to come out, but right here, right now? I really didn't care. "You did what because of me? Did you really-." He tried to swallow, tears danced in his eyes, and his voice remained low. "I didn't know that I caused all of that. I just- I always liked you, but I've never been good with having the balls of asking you out, so I became known as the schools 'man whore'. You know, sleeping with girls, never having a true attachment with them, and having them always leave their numbers, but I'd never call them back. Emily, seriously, from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry." He grabbed my hand in his, and kissed my knuckles. "I'm so sorry. Could you ever fogive me?" He kissed my other hand right before I yanked it out from his grasp, made him unlock my door, and muttered an, 'I don't know', and ran to my car.