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Grace's POV.
As his lips closes themselves around mine and he guides my head up, my hands are still slaves of his strong grip.
I've never let men have any control over me, my father was already enough and I didn't quite like the sensation of being harmless in their hands.
I've learned how to fight since I was a kid. My first real clash was in middle school and it was anything but pleasant. A girl, who used to call me names just because I had got no mother who would have bought me nice dresses pissed me off to the point I decided ignoring her wouldn't have made her disappear; act like she wasn't there wouldn't have made her words hurt any less. It was useless not to feel, it just made me empty and lonelier. I did it with my father and it worked for a while, but while growing up a fire started to shine inside of me and I wasn't that willing to turn it off. Answering to that bitchy girl brought to life something I grown fond of.
Power, freedom, satisfaction. Although I wasn't happy of beating the living shit out of that girl, she wasn't even able of defending herself properly and I didn't like hurt people that much; it was the fact she stopped mistreating that was everything to me. It made me understand I could have done much more for myself then pretend what was going on in my life wasn't happening. She had awakened the warrior I had tried to burry so deep in order to protect myself.
But even if you play nice and act like you're the best girl in the world, troubles don't stop from knocking at your door. They will come in, no matter If you want it or not, so the trick is to be ready and take them in time, kicking them straight out.
Now in the stranger's grip, I don't feel harmless, I don't feel powerless or hopeless. I feel strange. It's like being dragged into a dream and re-live a memory you wanted to forget. I can't say his name, it won't be right since I'm kissing someone else, but it's so wrong what I'm doing to him. I want to find the force to pull away, if only haven't hurt me that much I would have by now.
My head is flying around the room like someone just drugged me or something, my fingers are so cold that I can sense the circulation of my blood abandoning them drop by drop, I don't even feel nauseous which is basically the main emotion that seem to take over every time someone tries to have their way on me and deep down, I knew the answer before my brain could even process it.
The stranger eventually moves away from my lips and his breath fans on my face, signalling that he is not far enough from me to try anything.
I can feel his eyes on me, trying to catch a glimpse of my features in this dark room. The air blows out of my lungs the second he tries to lean in and kiss me again. I attempt to push my body off from the door but he manages to block me, causing me to burst out in anger.
'' Fuck off,'' I instruct the boy and I swear, I can catch a spark of white teeth smiling back at me. Annoying, so annoying.
I try to jerk him off ending up being even more paralyzed from his chest and head. GREAT.
