Ashamed

Chapter 4 - Trouble Maker

Averys P.O.V

I stood there motionless ,secretly wanting Harry to run back in here and kiss me again, but I was so confused as of why. It was strange, I wanted to punch him in the throat for doing this too me, putting me in a aching haze like this. It seemed cruel. It's odd really, how badly you can want something, no matter what kind of effect it has.

then again maybe i'm  just being selfish.

nothing has ever felt so forgein then kissing Harry and I wanted to feel that same feeling again.

I directed my attention to the window, seeing parts of the drive way in the corner of the glass, a strangely familiar car pulled up sloppily, almost hitting the mail box and plowing through what little front yard there was, it came to an abrupt stop and the car door flew open revealing him,

Hendrix.

I instantly  panicke, I shuffled as fast as I could to the window, pulling the blinds down to conceal the interior of the living room, I sprinted to the door, locking the dead bolt and pulling the chain, securing it in place.

I practically ran to my bed room locking the door and positioning myself quietly on the floor. I pressed my ear to the door, trying to make out any sounds coming the main room My whole body went still when a loud crash erupted from the other room

I accidently let a small gasp ecape from my lips, I imediately bit my tongue, concealing my lips, making sure I dont make any more unessecary noise.

I heard foot steps coming towards me, I pressed my back hard up against the door holding myself there, using as much force as I could to hold the door back, it helped me feel a sense of security.

All of the sudden my whole body was thrown out from the door and i collapsed face first on the hard wood floor, just in front of me, slamming down hard. He kicked the door with strong force.. I quietly pushed myself up off of the wood floor, I felt of my now tender nose, I must of hit it pretty hard because blood started to trickle down, falling on my lip. I wiped the blood with the sleeve of my shirt and continued to stay silent.

All of a sudden he threw his leg on my door again, emitting a loud bang that echoced into my room. I scrambled around my floor, searching for a escape, anything that could get me out. I looked under my bed, the space between my bed and the floor was hardly enough room for me to squeeze in under. I shot my glance towards my door when I heard another bang and my door flew open, revealing him, Hendrix, standing there with a disgusting grin on his face, looking me straight in the eyes devilishly.

I could feel my chest tighten up and I started to hyperventilate as he strolled over to me

He stood there, inches away from me, I tried to broaden my shoulders and stand up a bit straighter to seem like just the mere sight of him doesn't phase me, but it doe's, and he knows it does. He took one step towards me and grabbed both my wrist, holding them flat against his chest. Letting me know that he had full control.

His large figure stood a foot over me, I looked up, finding his eyes, He started to smile when he caught my glance. I quickly shot my head back down, facing the floor, I wanted to throw up.

"Look me in the eye's" I heard him whisper harshly as he used my wrist to jolt my body.

I opened my eyes and slowly lifted my head, adjusting it to fix our glances, With a brisk sharp movement he threw me onto my bed, and with another quick movement of his body he was already on top of me his figuire cowered over me. He struggled to unzip the zipper of his jeans as he held me down, preventing me from trying to escape all at the same time.

It's not like trying to escape would be very successful in this situation anyway. I layed there practically motionless, watching him remove his clothes from above me, my eyes glazed over as he succesfully unzipped himself and pulled both his jeans and boxers down in unison.

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Sorry but I live for cliffhangers ;))))