Wicked Games

Chapter 5

I noticed Bam lose his balance a little bit, putting his hand on my shoulder for bablance. My skin burned and tingled at his touch. Bam being this close to me allowed the strong scent of alcohol wash over me, the same scent that Derek would force onto me while he swung over and over again. The rush of memories hit me harder than the scent of alcohol did, mentally knocking me over like a tidal wave. I swiftly cleared my throat and blinked back the tears that were coming on. Why does it feel like I am always crying? I hate that. I pulled myself to my feet as Bam was still crouched on the hardwood flooring. Dropping the two wet pieces of cloth into the sink, I began kneading the two, making an attempt to get most of the water out. Picking the rags up I twisted them into a cylinder and began wringing them out, distracting myself from the figure who was helping himself to his feet with the support of the counter. Bam's ankles and knees popped while he stood, I cringed at the sound. Bam took notice in this as he began vigorously cracking his fingers and knuckles. Shivers raced up my spine at the crude noises while Bam chuckled lightly at my aggravation.

Lopping his way over to where I was standing, Bam rested his hands on my hip bones. Soon to follow was him lazily putting his lips to the dip in my neck. The sudden action made me drop the rag I was currently wringing out, making an ugly slapping sound on the stainless steel finish. My breath caught in my throat, forming a lump as I felt like it was impossible to swallow or breath. Bam noticing how frozen I was took it as I was welcoming his provocative actions. His presumptions were wrong. Like the snap of fingers, I could breath again and I started breathing very heavily. Seconds seemed like hours dragging on as I thought of a way to get out of Bam's touch. Hands slowly started running my sides, my heart racing unhealthily as I noticed that every time he moved over the curve of my hips, Bam progressed lower and lower. I remember when Derek's narcissistic friends would come to the house. I always would lock my door and hide out in my room until they left. I made the mistake a couple times, not being able to hold it, and would sprint to the bathroom. Always getting caught by one of them and groped rudely, scaring me so bad each and every time. Once again, memories came over me as I started shaking, wondering if Bam would take it farther than Derek's friends ever did.

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