Jenalyn: Daring to Defy (#1)[Complete]

Chapter 72: Jenalyn

Saturday, 7:24 P.M.

Was it worth it? I ask myself as I fall down onto the counter in the kitchen of the abandoned apartment Troy, I learned his name was, pulled me into. The force of my heart pumping my blood forcefully through my veins in fear overpowers the high from the coke. Was it really even worth it?

He laughs behind me telling me this is what little girls like me are afraid of... and that with how tight I'm gonna be- I should be afraid.

My heart pounds in my chest.

Why am I feeling this? Why am I afraid?! What happened to the person inside of me who expected this? Who practically accepted it as the price to pay for a couple of lousy hits?

Ever since things went sour with Dane- she's always been so fast to come to the forefront when he put me through this...

I didn't know it would be like this. I hear in the back of my head. It's barely noticable over the screaming in my mind telling me I should've known this would happen.

Troy rips my skirt from my hips with one hand while using his other to keep me pinned to the counter. "Please just let me go..." I beg rather calmly despite the panic running through my veins. "You want money? Drugs? I swear I have connects-"

Troy laughs behind me, his cold hand cupping me from behind before he lets out a series of no's. "I want this!" he says, shoving two fingers inside of me without hesitation.

I'm crying. I dont mean to be- but I am. I think I hate that I am. I've been through so much worse than this- so much worse since getting involed with Dane. My mind somehow finds a way to carry me through it with Dane though- send me off into some type of concealed cell while a stronger me comes to the front to deal with the damage. Why can't I just do it with this guy?

She's gone... and I'm stuck here to deal with this on my own. She can't save me, I can't save me, and worst of all... I know Dane can't even save me. He probably wouldn't if he could. I did this to myself.

This would be my punishment.

I don't know what hurt more- him shoving his fingers inside of me, or the way he rips them out. I don't even have time to think about it though because before I know it he's forcefully shoving himself inside of me.

"Nooo!" I cry, trying and failing to pull myself away from him. He pushes me down harder onto the counter, slamming my hip bones into the edge each time he shoves himself back inside of me.

"Yesss!" he groans back to me in a mimicking tone. "Don't fight it, lil girl- you are so good!"

I can hear his friends laughing from the cracked window beside me, and grow even more panicked as I realize they can probably hear me. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. From crying. From yelling for the help I need right now...

I can feel myself begin to break down on the inside in a way I know will be hard to come back from. I even try to remind myself of tomorrow- of the dinner and meeting I get to be a part of with Harlee freaking Gold... but even that isn't though.

I'm slipping.

I don't realize he's stopped until he rips himself from inside of me forcefully and spins me around to face him. "Did you fucking call someone? You bitch!"

The laughing outside of the window has stopped, but I can't bring myself back enough to recognize the voice that's replaced it.

Troy yanks his baggy pants from his knees, buttoning them up before pulling me up to his level by the straps of my shirt. "Who the fuck is out there fucking with my boys?" he half whispers, half growls.

The words take a moment to process, but when they do- the only thing I can think about is Dane... he came for me!

I'm met with Troy's fist before I know it- hard against my cheek before he quickly turns around and runs out of the back door.

The last thing I hear is the slam of the backdoor.
The last thing I feel is the throbbing spreading across my left cheek.
The last thing I smell is the disgusting breath of the man who just raped me. The last thing I think about is Dane coming to save me...

and the last thing I see is Rob.