yet.” He crushed his lips to hers again.
She whimpered from the pain of her lips being pinched between his lips and her teeth. She pushed against him, trying to fend him off, but he was too strong. She wanted to gag as his wet slug-like tongue slid into her mouth. The stubble from his whiskers scraped the delicate skin around her lips, burning it raw. In a desperate attempt to get away, she reached behind her and pulled the door handle with her left hand, while balling the right into a tight fist and punching him in the groin.
“Ugh!” Billy cringed and doubled over, releasing her to cradle his crotch. “You bitch!” he groaned through clenched teeth.
She fell out of the truck into the tall grass and scrambled back on her hands and feet to get as far away from him as she could. With her heart pounding frantically in her ears, she pulled herself to her feet and started running down the dirt road as fast as her legs could carry her. But she knew that, compared to Billy’s powerful stride, it wasn’t fast enough. Behind her, she could hear the thudding of boots closing in.
“Just leave me alone, Billy!” she shouted with tears blurring her vision. Never in her life had she felt so helpless and scared.
“Just wait!” He ran up behind her and grabbed her blouse, yanking her to a stop.
Brielle screamed as her blouse dug painfully into her throat. She immediately turned to him, swinging her fists.
“Stop it, Gabby!” Billy caught her by the wrists and pulled her close to his body. He covered her mouth with one hand in an attempt to quiet her.
“Nooo!” Her muffled plea was ignored. Her entire body trembled fearfully. She continued to struggle against him in a desperate attempt to break free. Then she bit down on his palm as hard as she could.
“Ahh!” He clenched his jaw, jerking his hand back.
She screamed again, still struggling, pounding her fists into his arms, trying to break free.
“You fucking whore! I was gonna take you home for being such a bitch, but now you’re getting what you deserve!” He backhanded her across the face and threw her to the ground.
She shrieked, ignoring the sting radiating through her left cheek. She backed away with her hands, kicking her feet to keep him away.
Billy grabbed her flailing legs and pried them apart, pinning her to the ground with the weight of his body.
Colt finished scrubbing the last of the pornographic graffiti off the upstairs bedroom wall. It would be quicker to just primer over it, but he couldn’t let those vile words and pictures remain a permanent part of his childhood home, hidden beneath layers of paint.
Headlights on the road caught his eye. He watched curiously as the vehicle slowed and turned down the dirt road across the way. He wondered if it was the same teenagers who’d turned his home into a garbage dump.
He went to the open widow and leaned out, watching the brake lights grow smaller in the distance before stopping and disappearing. He listened, watching, waiting for signs of a ruckus. When he heard nothing he turned and shrugged his shoulders, figuring it was just a young couple looking for privacy.
He tossed the steel scouring pad into the bucket of black water and went back downstairs.
Just then, the faint echo of a woman’s scream broke the silence.
Colt’s heart stopped. He set the bucket down and bolted out the open door to the porch. Another shrill scream caused his heart to race frantically.
In one long stride Colt was off the front porch and running swiftly up the driveway, through the tall weeds. Another shriek sent a chill down his spine as he bolted across the empty road. Up ahead, he could see a woman struggling to break free from under her predator.
With fury coursing through his veins, Colt ran up to the filthy scumbag and with one swift swipe of his boot kicked him in the face, knocking him off the woman.
Colt looked at the woman, recognizing Brielle’s soft features under the moonlight. “Brielle?”
She whimpered from the pain of her lips being pinched between his lips and her teeth. She pushed against him, trying to fend him off, but he was too strong. She wanted to gag as his wet slug-like tongue slid into her mouth. The stubble from his whiskers scraped the delicate skin around her lips, burning it raw. In a desperate attempt to get away, she reached behind her and pulled the door handle with her left hand, while balling the right into a tight fist and punching him in the groin.
“Ugh!” Billy cringed and doubled over, releasing her to cradle his crotch. “You bitch!” he groaned through clenched teeth.
She fell out of the truck into the tall grass and scrambled back on her hands and feet to get as far away from him as she could. With her heart pounding frantically in her ears, she pulled herself to her feet and started running down the dirt road as fast as her legs could carry her. But she knew that, compared to Billy’s powerful stride, it wasn’t fast enough. Behind her, she could hear the thudding of boots closing in.
“Just leave me alone, Billy!” she shouted with tears blurring her vision. Never in her life had she felt so helpless and scared.
“Just wait!” He ran up behind her and grabbed her blouse, yanking her to a stop.
Brielle screamed as her blouse dug painfully into her throat. She immediately turned to him, swinging her fists.
“Stop it, Gabby!” Billy caught her by the wrists and pulled her close to his body. He covered her mouth with one hand in an attempt to quiet her.
“Nooo!” Her muffled plea was ignored. Her entire body trembled fearfully. She continued to struggle against him in a desperate attempt to break free. Then she bit down on his palm as hard as she could.
“Ahh!” He clenched his jaw, jerking his hand back.
She screamed again, still struggling, pounding her fists into his arms, trying to break free.
“You fucking whore! I was gonna take you home for being such a bitch, but now you’re getting what you deserve!” He backhanded her across the face and threw her to the ground.
She shrieked, ignoring the sting radiating through her left cheek. She backed away with her hands, kicking her feet to keep him away.
Billy grabbed her flailing legs and pried them apart, pinning her to the ground with the weight of his body.
Colt finished scrubbing the last of the pornographic graffiti off the upstairs bedroom wall. It would be quicker to just primer over it, but he couldn’t let those vile words and pictures remain a permanent part of his childhood home, hidden beneath layers of paint.
Headlights on the road caught his eye. He watched curiously as the vehicle slowed and turned down the dirt road across the way. He wondered if it was the same teenagers who’d turned his home into a garbage dump.
He went to the open widow and leaned out, watching the brake lights grow smaller in the distance before stopping and disappearing. He listened, watching, waiting for signs of a ruckus. When he heard nothing he turned and shrugged his shoulders, figuring it was just a young couple looking for privacy.
He tossed the steel scouring pad into the bucket of black water and went back downstairs.
Just then, the faint echo of a woman’s scream broke the silence.
Colt’s heart stopped. He set the bucket down and bolted out the open door to the porch. Another shrill scream caused his heart to race frantically.
In one long stride Colt was off the front porch and running swiftly up the driveway, through the tall weeds. Another shriek sent a chill down his spine as he bolted across the empty road. Up ahead, he could see a woman struggling to break free from under her predator.
With fury coursing through his veins, Colt ran up to the filthy scumbag and with one swift swipe of his boot kicked him in the face, knocking him off the woman.
Colt looked at the woman, recognizing Brielle’s soft features under the moonlight. “Brielle?”
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