My Mother Fucking Stepbrothers

Chapter Twenty Five

Just as I find the bathroom a large figure stands in front of the door, looking up my eyes meet none other than Damon Jones'.

"What are you doing here?" He asks looking down at me.

"What do you mean, I got invited to the party."

"Who'd you come with!" He shouts startling me.

"Umm Kimberly," I lie.

"No you didn't," he quickly responds.

"How would you know?" I ask cheekily.

"Cause she came here with Jaxon who in fact came with us, so...who'd you come with?" he repeats the question with anger evident in his voice.

I instantly drop my head like a child being scolded as I know I'm in deep trouble.

"I came with Adam," I whisper.

"I told you to stay away from him," he says anger seething through him.

"I know but, but I like him," I say.

He grabs my wrist harshly and pulls me into the bathroom, I squeal from the suddenness.

"What the fuck!" I snap at him as I pull my wrist from his grasp rubbing it as it's quite red.

"Why can't you just leave him alone," he says pointing his finger in my chest making me step backwards and stop just when my back hits the door.

I gulp, "because I like him," I say.

"Why do you care? Don't you have a life with your twenty one year old ass self? Your always all up in my business but you don't see me trying to get in yours," I snap.

His face instantly changes into a snarl, he slams both fists on the door just above my head on either side of me, making me jump.

Great, now his scary ass self has me trapped in here.

"Don't fucking tell me what I can and cannot do," he says darkly.

I drop my gaze as I'm terrified.

Not knowing what my brain is doing I say "just..tell me one reason why I should stay away from him?" I whisper.

"He's using you," he says angrily.

"Other than that," I quickly say after.

He sighs out of frustration.

"He's involved in criminal activity," he says and I snap my head up to look at him to see if he is being serious or not, he held a blank expression so there's no sign of this being a joke.

I think for a moment, but what if he's just making this up to get me to stop talking to him, it has to be!

"well, I don't care," I say and push myself off the door where nearly our noses brush past each other's and turn around hoping he'll drop his hands so I can just leave and get out of here.

He suddenly grabs my waist turning me around and slams me against the door making my head hit off the door and it fucking hurts.

I rub my head "Scarlett I've given you warning after warning but you just won't listen," he says as his hand trails down to my waist and grips onto it tightly making me gasp.

He pulls my hair back exposing my bare neck as he leans in brushing his lips against my skin.

I push at his chest to get him away from me but he's too strong and heavy.

I guess the only thing left is to...kneeing in between his legs hitting him where it really hurts.

He instantly drops his hands to his crotch "fuck!" He shouts in pain.

I turn around and fiddle with the lock as I'm trying to quickly open it but he vastly recovers and grabs my waist and throws me to the ground aggressively.

Fuck my back.

He bends down but leans his right knee on my stomach, feeling like he's squeezing my insides.

I squirm from underneath him and quickly he pins my hands down.

"So, I guess you want me to get you to stop talking to him the hard way then," he says breathing heavily.

"Get off me!" I scream and spit in his face.

He closes his eyes and scrunches his nose with disgust, holding both my wrists with one hand as he wipes his face with the other.

He punches me square in the face and I'm pretty sure my bottom lip is bleeding.

I spit again and he continues to punch me landing every time.

I scramble from under him getting extremely angry.

I cry uncontrollably holding my guard up to my face to block his punches.

Punching him back it lands straight on his sharp jaw, I'm guessing it caught him by surprise as he pauses for a second and punches me back ten times harder making me scream.

"FUCKING GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I shout.

I get a blow to the stomach all of a sudden knocking the air out of me.

I cry uncontrollably from the shock of pain.

I punch his jaw with my bare knuckles but he didn't even budge which is even scarier.

He chuckles darkly and wraps his large hand around my neck squeezing tightly.

Is this where I finally give in?