I Pinky Promise { Baylor Barnes }

Chapter 19 I Was Wrong

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-Isebelle-

He hesitates... Wait, was he with someone else? My heart is thumping louder and louder. His eyes are traveling all around except for the one spot they should be. On mine.

"Blake, seriously, tell me why you smell like perfume and why it isn't a kind I have." I don't want to hear bull shit from him so I tried to lay down the law. Tell him who's boss and try to talk stern.

"Izzy, don't worry," He bends over and tries to kiss me. I denied it.

"Blake, there's two things that can be the possibility. You could of been with someone else or you could be gay, but I doubt you are gay." I don't even crack a smile. I usually would of, but I'm starting to worry and getting pissed.

His eyes travel again. "I'm not gay, and I wasn't with anyone, I went to the mall earlier and some girl was spraying perfume and some got on me. So stop freaking out Izzy."

For some reason I knew he was lying. I'd rather hear he was gay than to hear he was cheating. Expecially to hear who he was cheating on me with. He bends down again and trys to kiss me. Again, I denied it.

"I'm sorry Blake, but I don't know if I can believe you." I say softly. He grunts and sits up pushing me off him.

"God Izzy, can you stop being a over protective bitch? I can do whatever I want when I want without your damn approval! You're not my fucking mother! My mom doesn't even do that! So what if I smell like Perfume?! At least it smells better than yours!"

My jaw is down to my knee. He didn't....

Yes he did. I feel a tear slide down my cheek. Trying to build up confidents, I let out a shakey breath. "Leave." I whisper. I have never felt this way, even with Baylor, it's a different feeling.

And of course the little spot in my heart towards him shatters.

He just smirks getting up."I gladly will expect. " He is about to turn around but before I know it his lips our on mine, kissing intensely. I try as hard as I can to get him off but it's useless. If I struggle more he will tighten his grip, I know he will.

"Stop. " I murmur against his lips. I just feel him chuckle and shove his tongue into my mouth. Gagging a bit I start to cry. What if... what if... he tries to rape me? Fuck this shit I'm out.

"Stop crying you little bitch and listen to what I say." I guess that's the best thing to do. What if he hits me? What if he does try to touch me? Fuck. Kneeling him in the balls he rolls off of me giving me a chance to run. But I don't get that far.

"HELP! RAPE!" I scream on the stop of my lungs, My voice cracking a few times.

He pushes me on the ground and grabs me by the hair. Pulling it really hard I let out a scream. "Blake stop!" I cry out in pain. He let's out a evil laugh.

"I will, only if we fuck first. That's all I wanted this whole time you whore. "

Of course that's all he wanted.. thats what all the guys want from me. Except Baylor.

That's what all the guys think I'm only good for. I know it. I'm useless any other time.

And the only person that made me feel different was him, Baylor.

I have no choice. It's either getting slapped or having sex with him. "SAM!!!!! HELP ME!!!"I scream as loud as I can, my voice cracking a couple of times again. Before I know it the impact of his hand hits my cheek. Wincing my hand finds its way to the burning pain.