Bad Boy's Game

11. Assault

My encounter with Riley that night continued to take over my thoughts well into the next day. What had I done that was so wrong? What caused him to get so fired up that he lashed out, physically hurt me, and then didn't even have the decency to explain why?  I really couldn't wrap my head around it, what with everything going on around me. Ella, my mom, my dad, (who is really the reason my mom is a problem in the first place) my thoughts whip around in my head like a tornado, so much so that it makes my dizzy and gives me a headache. 

Desperate for some sort of relief, I shut my lap top and drag myself down the stairs in search for some Tylenol. At least that will solve the headache problem, however, I don't think anything can help me with this mess I'm in called life. It is enough hardship to break even the strongest of people. 

And I'm not even strong. 

I'm almost in the kitchen when something causes me to slam on the breaks and stop right in my tracks. 

A voice. The voice of the man who has brought and continues to bring terror, pain, and suffering into my life. 

"Yep. Ok. Sounds good, I'm sorry about this Mike, you know how it is, flu season." He fakes a cough and I roll my eyes at his stupid excuse to get out of whatever he had to do for the person- Mike- on the other end of the line. The one thing I would really like to know however is why the hell is he here, and where is my mother? 

I try to back away quietly so he won't notice I'm here, but one wrong step causes the floor board to creak. The man on the phone whirls around and looks right at me. 

Stupid rickety house, curse you. 

And he looks at me all right.  I mentally kick myself for not changing before coming downstairs, feeling uncomfortable in my tiny tank top showing stomach and just a little too much cleavage. I uncomfortably tug at the hem of the tank, trying to pull it down over my stomach as his eyes linger on my chest for just a millisecond too long. 

"Hey Mike," he speaks into the phone, "something just came up, I'll have to call you back." His cold eyes do not leave mine and I gulp. This can't end well. It never did in the past and I strongly believe that it never will. 

He hangs up the phone and smiles at me. "How are you feeling? You don't look well." 

I try my best to not let my voice waver as I speak. "Um, yeah, just a bit of a headache. I was just about to grab some Tylenol and then split..." 

"You know, I came over here is so we could spend some time together, catch up and such. How does that sound?" He asks, coming towards me a little. 

I instinctively take a cautious step back. "Um, where's my mom?" Please be home. Please be home. 

He smiles a little too widely. "She got called into work, won't be home for at least another 3 hours. She doesn't know I'm here, I came on my own. That means it's just you and me today kiddo." 

Shit. 

I start to panic a little more now, frantically trying to find a way to escape. "I'm sorry, I just remembered I was supposed to be at Ryan's house like 10 minutes ago, he's there waiting for me right now so I should probably head over," I say, going to walk past him. 

He sticks his arm out to stop me, "funny you should say that considering I saw Ryan and his family leave 15 minutes ago." he says with a laugh. "Come on Samantha, don't you want to catch up? We used to have such a good time together." 

Boy bye. He just crossed the line. I have nothing but traumatizing memories of that man and he calls it a 'good time'. 

I shake my head. "No." 

He drops his arm and looks shocked. "Excuse me?" 

I take this as an opportunity to step away from him. "You heard me, no. You have done nothing but hurt me and just by being here you hurt me even more. I want nothing to do with you and if you really wanted to just keep the peace and fix the mess you've made, you'd leave right now and never come back." I say with as much venom as I can muster. 

He looks taken aback for a moment but quickly regains his composure with a sickening look in his eye. "Now Samantha, I have tried to be reasonable and give you a chance to willingly come to your senses and realize that I am here to stay. Sadly that does not seem to be happening. You are a little slut that is getting on my last nerve. Don't you dare try and pull that rape bullshit on me, I know full well you loved it. Your screams were pure pleasure and anything you say different is a lie."

He comes towards me again, this time more suddenly so that I don't have time to back away. He wraps an arm around me, gripping my butt, pulling me closer so that I am up against his hard on. "You know," he begins as tears start to come in my eyes as I know what's going to happen. "I could make you feel nice like that again." He whispers in my ear. 

I think I'm going to be sick, and not just with a headache. 

"You're sick! Get off of me!" I scream as he continues to grope and feel me up. 

Then I do something that I would never have imagined myself doing after years of just taking it. My knee flies up with incredible force and hits right on target, causing my father to groan and collapse on the ground. 

"You bitch!" He yells. 

Without even thinking it through, without grabbing my phone or my purse or changing or anything, I don't even stop to put on shoes, I snatch my car keys off the kitchen counter beside me and bolt for the door. 

Before I can get very far, a hand reaches up and grabs my shirt. I fight as hard as I can to get out of his iron grip, seemingly to no avail. Then in a split second, there's a ripping sound and I am jolted free. 

As soon as I am free, I sprint out the door, jump in my car and drive away as fast as I can.

After 20 minutes or so of driving around without a destination, I feel safe enough to pull over and stop on the side of the road in some random subdivision. That is when I break down completely. Uncontrollable sobs take over me as I take in the reality of the situation. My dad is back, and I know now that he is no different than he was before. This time, however, my mom thinks he's changed for the better. She's willing to accept him and even bring him back into our home. 

That just means that my house isn't home anymore. I can't go back there. 

The thought makes me cry more. Where will I go? I have friends but the only people who would know enough and understand enough to let me actually stay with them are Ryan and Ella. Ryan lives too close to that horrible place, Ella hates me. That leaves me with no one. 

I am distracted from my thoughts when there's a knock on the window. Teary eyed, I look up to see who it is, a little terrified of whose face will appear. 

I'm shocked, however, when it dawns on me that I'm not just in some random subdivision.

 In a messed up emotional wreck, I had brought myself right in front of the Hunter residence, and the person tapping my window (which seems to be becoming a trend) is none other than Riley Hunter himself. 

Unsure of what to do next, I put down the window. He looks at me with a concerned face before asking. "What are you doing here?" 

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A/N

Finally an updated chapter!! I am so so so sorry it took this long! I was sick for 3 weeks, and as a result had a shit ton of school work to catch up on, like I was literally drowning. And exams were right around the corner so I was stressing and preparing for them. Then summer rolled around and I had completely forgotten every idea I had for the future of this book/what I had already written so it was as if I had to start from scratch. What a mess! 

But here I am, ready to update more frequently now, I appreciate your patience and all your support. Your comments honestly make my day so keep it up :) I'm going to start replying to as many as I can! Also if you have any questions or ideas (please lol) a good way to make sure I reply is to message me! 

Thanks again for the love and patience! 

~Liv :)