Trevor looks at me with hungry eyes. I cringe; his knuckles are busted and bruised with shards of glass inside them. A shaky breath escapes my lips.
He takes a wobbly step towards me.
"You..." He croaks. I can practically taste the alcohol coming off of him from over ten feet away.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that you would get mad. I wasn't thinking. You know how I am," I stall. My fingers toy with my pocket knife in my jean pocket.
He takes a few more steps until we are only a few feet apart. A tear escapes from the corner of my eye. I am scared, so damn scared, and there is nothing I can do to stop this from happening.
"Why?" His voice cracks. The stench of the alcohol almost makes me pass out cold right there. "Why did you leave? What did I do to hurt you, Pay? You know I didn't mean it. I just didn't want my little...," He pauses to catch his breath, "Sister..my little sister to be all alone with those boys. You're mine and mine only."
I nod slowly. A sob racks through my body and I begin to shake. I can't live like this. He places his hand on my cheek, staining it with blood. I watch in horror as he bends his head and begins to kiss my neck. A low moan escapes his mouth.
I gently nudge him away hoping not to making him angrier.
"I know, Trev. I know. I should have told you before I left. Tomorrow I will make you breakfast before leaving. I swear."
Anger flashes through his hazy eyes. His voice rises making his words slur even more, "Tomorrooow? You aren't going anywhere tomorrow. I thoughtyou promised me that you wouldn't... That you wouldn't.." He scratches his head in confusion as he tries to remember what he was going to say.
"I'm going to go to my room. Good night," I turn quickly on my heel and begin to walk out before Trevor can stop me.
A loud thud above my head stops me dead in my tracks. I look up and see a knife stuck in the wall. A gasp comes out of my mouth before I can stop it; the knife is mine.
"Youthought I wouldn't notice?" He sneers. His words run together, "Pay, baby, I'm not thatstupid." His bloody hands grasp a broken bottle. He advances toward me.
Before I can run, his long calloused fingers grip my neck. His blood shot eyes travel down my body and his smile becomes greedy. One finger trails down my neck and I shriek. My legs fly all over the place as I attempt the kick him away, but this just makes him laugh.
He goes even lower. The blood from his fingers stain my collar bones.
"What do you want from me?" I cough out.
"Love," he responds, squeezing my hip. I jerk away from him, but he pulls me closer.
I raise my arm, remembering that there is a knife above my head. I stare at him as my fingers grab at the handle; he's too busy to notice.
My fingers grip the handle and I yank it out of the wall. I use my free arm to throw Trevor off me.
A loud shriek escapes my chapped lips as he grabs my waist. I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he only squeezes harder, leaving red marks behind on my bare arms.
"Get away from me!!" I scream at him, but he doesn't even hear me. His lips crash against me skin again and I shove him off me. The blade of my knife scratches his scruffy cheek and he yelps. His large hand cups his face.
The anger in his eyes burns brighter and I know that if I don't get out of here, something terrible will happen.
He limps over to me, his hand still on his face and I grab a beer bottle from the floor. He smiles at me and I do the first thing that comes to mind; I smash the bottle on his head, pick up my backpack and knife and get the hell out of there.
There is no way I am going back.
