A/N: Hey folks! Getting straight to the point here, the general consensus says no rape, so you shall not find any in the book. Without further adieu, happy reading.
Evan’s POV
“Finally! We’re almost done,” I exclaimed in relief.
“Yeah. Just three more pages and that’s it. National states, here I come,” Alex said. He then turned to me. “We better pass with a high grade, cause if not,” he glared at me and I gulped in fear.
“D-Don’t worry. Everything seems f-fine,” I stuttered, biting my lips with my head downcast. We were currently working in Alex’s room on the floor, while Dave and Max were downstairs watching tv. Alex kicked them out of his room earlier for being ‘so noisy and irritating that he couldn’t hear himself think’.
“Let’s stop here. All these words are giving me a headache.”
“Sure. Do you want to continue on Sunday or..?” I trailed off.
“Hell no. I’ll be too tired after tomorrow’s party to even function properly. We’ll continue the day after.”
“So Monday?” I asked, just to be sure.
“Which other day could I be talking about?” He asked me dully.
“S-Sorry,” I apologized softly. He just rolled his eyes at me.
“If you don’t toughen up, people will never stop trying to take advantage of you. You know that, right?” I only nodded in response.
Of course I know that, and as easy as it sounds, for me, it seems so impossible to do. I hate myself for it, but no mater how hard I try, I can never speak up. I wish I was more bold, but the truth is, I think I care too much about what other people think of me, that I can’t do anything at all. Does that make sense? I don’t even know what I think anymore.
“Then why don’t you do anything about it?” Alex asked, amused.
“I don’t know…”
“See? That’s the problem. You’re so easy to target. You put up no fight. It’s as if you’re asking for it.”
“T-That’s not true.”
“Do you like it when I hit you?” He scooted closer to me. My breathe hitched in my throat. “Is that why you always let it happen?”
“N-No,” I stuttered, scooting away from him.
“So why don’t you put up a real fight?” By now, he had one hand buried in my hair. My arms were wrapped protectively around my knees while my back was leaning against the foot of the bed. Alex was kneeling in front of me, and I had to look up to see his face. When he started to tug on my hair, my hands instinctively made it’s way around his wrist in an attempt to pull them off.
“Stop! What are you doing?” I gasped out.
“Try to stop me,” he demanded. He then took both my wrist in one hand and flung me to the floor. I cried out in pain. I scrambled to get off the floor but Alex was above me in a split second. He wrapped in hands around my throat, and I immediately started to kick and trash around. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” he rolled his eyes.
“Then what are you doing now?” I questioned, scared out of my mind. He let go of my throat and rested his arms on either side of my head.
“Just testing something out.”
“Y-You’re crazy. G-Get off me!” I tried to push him off, but he grabbed my wrists and slammed them down.
“Will you shut up for just a second?! God, you’re so damn annoying,” he huffed. “How’s your stomach?” He finally asked. I looked at him in confusion. He rolled his eyes and let go of my wrists, only to rest them on my lower stomach. A gasp of pain left my lips and I clenched my eyes shut.
He started to pull my shirt up and I panicked. When I tried to get up, he pushed me back down. “Relax, I’m just going to take a look at it.” He lifted my shirt midway and left it there. His hands trailed the bruises that lined my stomach area. His soft touch gave me tingles and I felt the hairs of my skin stand at attention. “Does it hurt?” He asked softly.
“Just a l-little,” I stuttered. What was he trying to do? Just a second ago, he was in the midst of hurting me, and now he’s, dare I say, being so gentle. I didn’t even know he had it in him to be this soft.
“Max sure knows how to pack a punch, doesn’t he?” I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. He leaned down to me, and I felt goosebumps all over my body when his breath hit my face. “So tell me Evan, are you afraid of me?” He whispered. His face was so close to mine right now. “Are you?” I continued to stare up at him in a paralyzed state. “Do I scare you, Evan?”
I don’t know how I was supposed to respond to that. Was this a trick question? Was he trying to get me to say I did, just to boost his ego? Is this his way of getting me to do what he wants? Through fear?
Time seemed to slow down as he leaned closer to me. He had one arm beside my head while the other was playing with the ends of my hair. “I don’t…know,” I breathed out, finally deciding to answer his question. It seemed like his face was getting closer as the seconds ticked by, and before I knew it…..
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