The Hot Coach

21. One sorry son of a bitch

Elle

"Come here princess." I shake my head and his face turns angry.

"Hannah's asleep." I whisper.

But he just smiles another creepy smile and steps closer, "well I can be quiet. Can't you?" I shake my head before turning around hoping to make it to my moms room quickly since her door is the only one with a lock. Just my luck he sees through my plan and approaches behind me quickly. He wraps an arm around my neck as his other hand roams around my chest and I pray that haley won't wake up. I cry out for him to let me go but he just laughs in my ear. I feel a hiccup in my chest but I bite it back and focus on trying to get out of here. I struggle a little bit before bringing my head forward then back as hard as I can into his face and he lets go of me. I run into my moms room locking the door behind me.

"Elle! Open this fucking door right now!" He  bangs on the door and jiggles the door knob. I can feel myself hyperventilating as I shake my head, though I know he can't see me.

"Come on Princess, don't you want to play?" Sobs break through my chest but he only bangs harder. I sit behind the door and wait for him to go away. After what seems like hours even though I know it was a few minutes the banging finally stops. I can hear the turning of metal but by the time I lunge for the door knob, the door is flung open and I'm thrown to the ground. I look up to see him standing over me, a key in his hand and his belt in the other. I shake my head, tears still running down my face, but he just smiles.

"What did I tell you about hiding darling? It never works!" With this said he lunges for me and I scream as I try to crawl away from him. He grabs my legs and flips me onto my back and I groan when my head hits the floor hard. In the moment I take to rub my head, he grabs both of my hands and holds them while he manages to lift my dress with the other. I scream and cry but it only makes him move faster. He fixes the belt in his hands and sits on my legs as he hits my thighs with it. I scream again when the belt makes contact with my flesh and beg him to stop.

"This is what you get for running." He hits the same spot harder and I feel like I can't breathe now. He continues to strike my thighs until I bring my wrists up to my face and bite his hand that's binding them together.

"Fuck!" He let's go and I push him but he barely flinches.

"Little bitch!" He slaps me with his free hand and it catches me off guard because he's never hit my face, somewhere someone might see it. I push him far enough to lift my knee into his groin and he curses as he falls back. I struggle to stand because my head and my face is throbbing and my thigh is on fire. I grab my phone and my bag before running into the boys room, grabbing a very confused Hannah who's still half asleep and I run as fast as I can while carrying Hannah. I find myself at a park by the back road behind my house, I lift up my dress a little bit to find my thigh bleeding from where my skin tore, and my head is still throbbing. I sit on the grass and I don't think twice before I dial his number. Hannah looks at me and tries to rub my tears but it just stings my face so I hug her instead.

"Hello?" I break down harder when I hear his voice in the phone.

"D-damon?"

"Baby? What's wrong?" He sounds panicked and I can hear him fumbling around in the back ground.

"Come get me? P-please?" I cry into the phone.

"Where are you baby?" I tell him the name of the park and he tells me he's on his way. He doesn't hang up until I see his car rush up in front of me. I stay hugging Hannah until he's next to me.

"What happened baby? Are you okay?" Hannah has fallen asleep in my lap and he looks us both over before reaching for Hannah. He sets her on his lap when he sees the blood on my dress and lifts it slowly then sucks in a breath when he sees my thigh.