Loving a Killer | 18+

0.7 - Nightmares

This is the first chapter where I plan to get somewhat sexually graphic as you see a glimpse of Norah's past. I have to remind you that this is a Mature book and if you hadn't noticed that yet or you are under 18, please do not read on.

| Norah |

He pinned me down with the brute force of a beast; a lustful savage with hatred in his eyes, his irises darkened a few shades. When Laura and Jack weren't home and it was just him and I, his eyes always grew clouded, and soon enough he was shoving me upstairs, sometimes dragging me, and pinning me to his bed.

"Patrick stop-" I sobbed into the bedsheets. Patrick yanked my hair harshly, making my head ache in pain. I winced.

"You don't get to talk," Patrick growled in my ear. I shut my mouth tightly, holding in my sobs, flinching when I felt his lips graze my ear. I prayed for Laura and Jack to come home. I prayed that they would come home and see what their son was doing to their foster daughter.

I could hear Patrick fiddling with his belt buckle, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. I bit my lip hard as I knew what was coming. My heart pounded against my chest rapidly as Patrick tore my leggings in two. Before he could rip them off, I wiggled out of his grip and flipped over. I kicked him hard in the abdomen and sprang up from the bed, scrambling to get away from him.

Patrick grunted but caught me by my biceps as I tried to run away. I screamed and thrashed in his numbing grip. My small, sixteen-year-old self was no match for a senior football player such as him.

I felt powerless when he slammed me back down on the bed aggressively and ripped my leggings off of me along with my panties. I choked down my sobs, feeling just as violated as the first time this had happened.

"You know better than to disobey me," Patrick growled as he wrapped his hands around my throat, tightening his grip against my windpipe. I gasped for air once he ripped his hands away from my neck.

Patrick looked over to the floor where his belt laid and I followed his gaze to it. Fear stricken, I looked back and forth between him and the belt as he brought his gaze back to mine as if to let me see the evil revelation come across his face.

I shook my head furiously and scooted back against the headboard, shaking as he picked up the belt.

"No, please Patrick, please -" I choked out, just to be cut off by him flipping me over and cracking down the belt onto my bare thighs, causing me to let out an uncontrollable scream of agony. He continued to beat me with the belt until my thighs were welted and covered in bruises, some spots were cut and bleeding.

I gripped the bed, my nails nearly tearing into the sheets of his bed. When he stopped hitting me with the belt, everything was quiet except for my loud, muffled sobs into the mattress.

Even though the beating had stopped, the stinging pain from the belt remained. I didn't breathe easy. I knew what was to come next. I buried my face deeper into the sheets, hearing his jeans unzip and fall to the floor.

I bit into my lip until it bruised, screaming when I felt him -

"Norah." I sat up swiftly, my heart racing as I opened my eyes and looked around. Maddox was standing a few feet away from the bed, his arms crossed over his bare chest, looking at me with slightly raised eyebrows.