Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 17.

Chapter 17

TAYLOR'S P. O. V.

"Stop squirming!" His voice boomed.

"No! Please, please." My voice was strangled and pleading, praying, hoping someone would hear me.

"Shut the hell up!" He grumbled in my ear. He forced his lips onto mine. I tried to spit, bite, anything to get his tongue out of my mouth. He was still fumbling with his belt. As soon as he pulled away from kissing me, his face was no longer unshaven and dirty. It was smooth and young, he was no longer disgusting and sloppy. Instead, it was a young boy, he was cleaner and younger, but still had the same piercing green eyes as him. He smirked.

"The more you move, the worse it is." He chuckled evily. His voice was no longer deep and hallow. It was no longer him. He was now Bentley. My eyes widened at the sight.

I opened my mouth to scream, and as soon as the strangled noise left my throat, I sat up on my bed, still screaming. I looked around frantically, searching for him or Bentley. I was panting at this point. My head shot over to the bathroom, the door was shut and the light was on, and it sounded like someone was taking a shower. He's in my house?!

Even though, I already heard rushed footsteps to my room, I screamed once again, folding my knees to my chest, and clamping my hands over my ears. "Get out! Stop!" I yelled as loud as I could, my voice cracking. I was rocking back and forth now, eyes sealed shut and the tears started to fall. My bedroom door slammed open and I didn't look up, knowing I would meet the worried gazes of my parents. Before either of them could say anything my bathroom door swung open.

"Don't hurt me!" I screamed as loud as I could. The panting, sweating, evil man was etched in my brain, and wouldn't leave. He's in my house. He's coming to get me. "Taylor," someone started, a girl, but right now I was not in the right state of mind to put voices to faces. "No! Stop!" I screamed once again, my voice cracking. I choked the sobs out, no longer able to hold them in. I was in the same position, eyes shut tight, rocking back and forth, crying loudly. I was shaking uncontrollably at this point. I felt sudden arms around me and my whole body froze at the gentle touch. "Please." I whimpered once again.

"Honey, don't let him in. It's me." She said, just like she always said. When I first had nightmares, I would always think that it was never really my mom, he was using her body and only sounded like her but it was him controlling her body. No matter how ridiculous that sounds, it felt like it was true. Right now, I was scared.

"Mommy?" I said in a weak voice, tears still sliding down, not opening my eyes, or adjusting my position. I felt like a little girl again. Just when my nightmares used to come more often. I hadn't had an episode like this in two years.

"It's Mommy. He's not here. I promise you." She whispered comfortingly in my ear.

In a voice full of fear, I said, "He's in the bathroom, Mommy."

"That was Lauren. She stayed last night. She was up early, so she showered. He isn't here. He won't ever hurt you again."

"Promise?" I sniffed.

"Promise."

I slowly opened my eyes, everything blurry from the tears. I blinked a few times to get adjusted to somewhat light. I sighed with relief when I saw my mom next to me, not concerned, but calm. It made me feel a lot better when I saw her calm. It made me feel that everything was alright. Looking to my right, I saw two figures, and once they came into focus, I saw it was my dad and Lauren. My dad looked worried and his eyes were haunted with sadness. Lauren looked the worst. Her eyes were wide, her face was streaming with tears, she looked heartbroken, completely devastated.