Stop in the Name of Love (Completed)

Chapter 41

Dominic texted me early Saturday morning, before I had woken up. His texts are always brief, to the point, and final.

"Come by this afternoon, around three. I want you to wear something blue."

I pull on some old black jeans and start looking. It takes me a while to find something blue in my closet. I have an old shirt, soft heavy fabric, but it's a nice navy blue. I don't usually wear it because I worry about the neckline dipping too low. It's my only blue shirt aside from the one Jordan got me, but I refuse to pull that out, I'm not risking making Dominic mad.

At least I get to see his family, they're definitely a silver lining in all this, they've been very accepting of me. I usually stay an hour or two after babysitting just to talk to his parents.

Grabbing my keys, I tip toe past dad's office. I can hear him searching in there, he's probably almost out of booze. Another sober spurt would be welcome right now, but I know it's a couple days off, he usually starts searching when he's on his last two bottles of whatever. Before I forget, I gather the cash I hide in the kitchen, if there's no cash in the house he won't be able to get anything new to drink. All cash lives in my glove compartment until dad is sober.

I pull on my jacket and step into the cold. It's not even forty degrees but at least it's mostly sunny, it won't be too bad of a drive. There are a lot of neighbor kids outside playing, seeing them as I get in my truck makes me miss being that age. When I had my family, my best friend, when I had my life.

Pulling myself from my thoughts I move quickly. If I take too long I'm sure Dominic will have a few things to say about that. Tapping the wheel gently, I make my way through town and to his house.

Pulling into the driveway I'm surprised to not see his mom's car. Must just be getting it clean or something. I try to bury my dread as I grab my keys and march up to the door. Ringing the bell I wait for the door to open.

"There you are," Dominic leans on the door frame but blocks my ability to come in, "Damn, blue really does look good on you."

I'm shocked, that's the only time he's given a compliment that felt even remotely sincere.

"Thank you," I keep my head down as he steps aside and pulls me in the house, it's way too quiet, "Where are your parents?"

Not even three steps in, he's slamming the door and pinning me to it. Panic sets in and I try not to scream. I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

"They took Emily out for the day, they won't be back until tonight," He doesn't look mad. He's looking at me and groaning with frustration, he licks his lips and flashes me a new kind of twisted grin.

"I can only imagine what's under here," He runs his hand along the waist of my jeans, wiggling his fingers to make a space between my pants and shirt.

His hands are cold and unwelcome, I try to gently push him away, praying that he has some boundaries.

"Shh, stop it," He whispers against my neck, "Just take the easy way Rhea, just relax."

I don't stop, even though every fiber of my being tells me to heed his warning. My hands push against his to keep them off as he tries to travel up my chest. He pushes hard, pressing into my bruises, I flinch at the pain but keep trying to get him off me.

Slowly the fighting gets more intense, I have to move fast to keep up with his hands. I'm crying and begging him to stop, pushing his hands and body off me as best I can. He's clearly getting angry with me as I try to slide out from under him. I try to push him, hard, to get him to back up but the moment I do I realize I've made a mistake.