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Mikey's Got A Girlfriend! Part 2

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"Mikey!" I yelled. "Mikey, please, open the door!" Suddenly my wrists were taken away from the door and pinned against the wall next to the door. My eyes were open in fear as I was looking at Zachary breathing heavily, one blue eye covered with his hair, the other staring into mine. I whispered as his knee dug into my leg.

"Please..." I started. "Please don't hurt me."

"It's too late for that now," he growled. "Isn't it?" He let one of his hands leave my wrists, holding them in a tight grip with the other, and traced my side, gripping onto my hip. I cringed in disgust as he started reaching to my butt so I pressed my body fully against the wall, making sure he won't be capable of grabbing it. He grimaced, noticing what I did, instead putting his hand on my hip with a tight grip.

"Now," he started, tightening his grip on my hip. "Who the fuck is 'Mikey'?" he asked in barely hidden anger. Scared of the outcome I said the first thing that came to mind.

"My dog," I lied. "He's usually very well trained and he would've came running and barking at th-" I stopped talking. Surprise was evident on my face as I looked into Zachary's eyes as the pain from the hit on my cheek spread a bit and made half of my face numb.

"Excuse me?" I started. Zachary growled at me and pushed his knee deeper into my thigh. I cried out in pain for a bit before he let go of my wrists and grabbed my hair, pulling my lips to his. I felt disgusted and mortified as he kneaded my butt and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I started trying to push him away and started banging on his chest, but it was no use. I clenched his jock sweater with tight fists and let the tears run. He finished kissing me and pressed his knee into my cut thighs, pulling them closer to his leg by gripping my ass, and put his head near my neck.

"There's no use in lying; I already know everything about you." he threatened. "I know you live on 4 Privet Drive, Little Whingeing, Surrey, that you never had any pets other than a Goldfish named Goldie, your best friend in middle school commied suicide; her name was Sara Altrobough, and that you draw and paint at home." The more he talked the more I got scared, the tears running down my face clearly proving it.

"You never had a boyfriend, but many men hit on you. One even sexually abused y-"

"STOP!" I yelled. Tears tracts were staining my cheeks and I was scared beyond belief. Why does he know all of this? Why did he remember this information? To torture me? That's not how a conversation or relationship works. I pulled my head away from his and looked him in the eye. His hands softened their grip on my butt and hair, but I wasn't strong enough to try to escape anyway. I tried to search for any emotion possible in his eyes, but all I saw was hope. What that hope was for I don't know.

"Please stop," I cried. "You're scaring me." He simply grinned and leaned toward my face, smiling like the maniac he is.

"That's what I'm here for," he said in a sickly sweet tone. "Sweetie."

The revolting knowledge of a maniac calling me sweetie sent me over the edge. My muscles tightened and I looked at him with a fierce fire burning in my eyes. I pushed him away from me with rage fueling my adrenaline and kicked him in the stomach, resulting into him falling down the stairs. That is not the most I'll do. Running after him as he kept on falling down the stairs I made sure that he would have a few problems tomorrow. When he finally stopped at the bottom I made sure to kick him in the balls and spit on his face. Satisfied with the pained look on his face, I squatted down near his head.

"Don't you dare touch me again. Don't touch me, talk to me, look at me, or talk about me. If you do, I'll make sure a bit more than falling down the stairs will be your punishment." I threatened with a sinister smile. I got up and started walking back the flights of stairs, but quickly turned around to get one more thing straight.