Stop Me If You've Heard This One Before (Girlxgirl)

Chapter # 17

Talia's POV

"I'm going away on a trip to tour colleges," I looked up from my math book and tried my hardest not to push away his hand, which was currently on my face. He was staring at me, gauging my reaction. I didn't want to say the wrong thing or look the wrong way at him.

I had never been so stressed in my life.

"W-where are you t-touring?" He looked at me like I had done something right and stopped touching me, picking up his coffee mug and standing, going over to the sink and starting to wash it.

"New York. I'm touring Harvard. I've already been there, but I just got an acceptance letter from them. It would be rude not to go, huh?" He looked back at me expectantly. "Uh...y-yeah," I said looking back down at my math book and trying hard to figure out four times twenty-three. It's like my mind went blank whenever I was in such close proximity to Lucas.

He made my skin crawl and  heart race--but not in the good way. He terrified me and made me angry all at once but my fear was the most apparent of the two. It was crippling fear that drove me to obey his every command like he was my owner and I was his bitch.

"I'll be gone for about a week. A week and a half tops. My mother wants to stay a while to visit family." I pursed my lips and came up with the answer; ninety-two. He was suddenly at the table again, leaning over me.

"Let's stop with the homework for now. Do you want to come back with me to my room?" I looked up again, my hands shaking underneath the table, where I had placed them when I felt his breathing down my neck.

"I, um...I" He put his hand on my shoulder and slid it down my arm, leaving goosebumps as I tried not to shudder away from his disgusting touch. "Your answer should have been yes, Talia." He took hold of my hair and pulled hard.

My head jerked to the side and I let out a cry before tears welled up in my eyes. He whispered in my ear, "Room, now." I stood abruptly and pulled away from him.

"I...I can't, Lucas. I have to get h-home." I told him. He smirked. "Oh, do you?" I didn't respond, only bit my lip as he advanced towards me. I took a step back, almost stumbling on my own two feet.

I would not enter that room again. I couldn't. I didn't want to let him hurt me anymore. I was hurt enough as it was.

"When were you going to tell me that?" he asked in a low voice. "I-I didn't think I had to," I said. He smacked his hand down on the table.

"You didn't think you had to! You fucking tease!" I felt three inches tall when he yelled. I felt like he was always so much bigger than I was. I felt weak. Like he was sucking ever bit of strength and bravery and sense I possessed.

"I think you're using it as an excuse, Talia. You think you can get away from me that easily? Like I'm stupid or something? Do you really think that low of me?" He asked all of those questions back to back. I couldn't answer any of them. Not without a quavering voice. Not without infuriating him more.

"Lucas, please," He smiled then. Sweetly. "Sure. Go ahead and run home." I stared at him and he stared back until he grew impatient and yelled again.

"Get your shit and leave then!"

I slowly made my way back to the table, trembling with fear and anticipation to get the hell out of here. Once all of my books were back in my bag, I turned to see him standing uncomfortably close to me with a frown on his face. It wasn't a sad frown. It was a frown that said he was going to hurt me, but he wasn't going to like it.

I backed into the table.

"You'll miss me, right?" He asked me. I didn't answer him. "When I leave, you'll miss me?" I nodded slowly. His hand raised and before I could even flinch he had slapped me across the face.