Blood Thirsty

Chapter 17 (Samantha POV)

Evan paid me little to no mind as I continued caterwauling about our homework. We were strewn across his bed currently. He was not listening to me at all, just laying on his back staring at me. His face seemed lost in thought but his body language was almost tense. As frustrating as it was there was no point in fighting him if he did not wish to learn. He doesn't question me as I begin packing away my things back into my bag. He slips off the bed and brings all his things to his desk. 

I expected to hear the bed caving way for him but he never sat back down. My back was turned to him but I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my neck.

"Evan?"  I question him as I am finishing up but my bag together.

"Mhm?" His voice is gruff, I can feel myself blushing.

"How come you never seem to focus?" I flip my long hair over out of the bag it slipped into and across my back as I continue shoveling things around.

I hear his footsteps coming towards me, they stop right behind me. "I do focus, just not on what people want me to."

I stand slowly, to make sure my hair isn't caught in the zipper, and then zip up my bag. "That's interesting," I set the bag on the floor and side step away from him towards the mirror. "What is it you're focusing on?" I glance at him in the mirror as I slide my glasses off my face and tie up my long hair into a ponytail; I swear he licked his lips; but why?

"In short? I was focused on you." His voice lowered dramatically when he said 'you' and the tone made my skin itch but I wasn't sure why. Until I turned around.

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By now I was being thrown into the bed, I asked him to stop, again. And again. And once more. But he growled at me and told me to shut up.

I yelled. I cried. I punched and kicked and writhed but nothing worked. He just held me down and slapped me hard when I screamed at him. Of course we were stuck here alone - his parents out of town. My eyes welled with useless tears as I struggled against his dense arms.

I remember Andrews warning, and immediately wish I had listened to him. Andrew gets annoyed with everyone easily but he didn't hate people. It should've been a red flag to me that he hated Evan with all his might. Then I remembered I do have a way out. I do have help. Jake. The first day he gave me his number he told me if I ever needed him to come to me immediately to text him 'peaches' and depending on the severity to capitalize a certain amount of letters. I hope my location was still sharing to him.

I look into Evan's eyes. Crazed. In a frenzy. He looked.. like an animal. I could feel the heat from his body when he starts removing my hoodie. There was no grace, just brute force... as I hear it thud to the floor I cant help but wonder if its in shreds.

I do my best to comply to where he moves me. His face buries in my neck as hee begins biting me and sucking on me. I need to focus, I need to strategize. Okay. I can do this. I know my phone is perched still by the foot of the bed. I only need a second. I wrapped one leg around Evans hip, he moaned, and his grip loosened, I kneed his groins and used my other leg to flip us over. He released me for a fraction of a second and that was enough for my skinny arms to slink away from his grasp.

I got on all fours and scrambled to the end of the bed. I can hear his grimace as I whip my phone into my hands. My facial regonsion getting me in immediantly. Jake sitsa the second chat in my phone. Evan is recovering I hear his grunting as he starts my way. I type 'PEACHES' just after I press enter Evan grabs my wrists and my phone falls to the floor, screen shattering.

"Do you think you're slick you stupid bitch?" His hair seemed to be on edge with electric rage. I don't know how to respond. A slap to the face sends me flying into the mattress. I peek my screen as his hands dive into my hair, ripping my scruncie out.