6. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Presley
**ON PAGE RAPE**
School was a fucking shitshow today with the new guys. Caspian eyed me all day making my life much harder with Jacob Lee who was up my ass any chance he got. Smothered is an understatement on what I felt for the day.
Now I’m free, walking from school to work, declining every fucking ride offered to me. I just need some fresh air and silence. This was all too much for me. School is supposed to be a safe place for me, a place where I could breathe, but now it’s fucked. I can’t run from it nor can I hide. It’s like all the lies are catching up to me and I’m not sure what to do. I’m afraid if I put Caspian in his place, I’ll never be able to pick up from him and he’s the only connection that I know of in this town; only to find out he’s my best friend's brother .
Ugh. I need those pills to get through what is expected of me. If I do all that shit sober, I’ll fucking crumble. Why can’t I just be strong enough to tell Jacob to fuck off? I need a fucking out. I’m so fucking deep in my head that I don’t even notice the Mercedes pull up beside me.
“Sweetness, do you need a ride?” The deep husky voice says out of his driver's side window. My head snaps to the right and my heart drops.
“No thank you, Mr. Rosenberg. I’m not too far from my destination.” I say with a fake smile. He looks at me with a frown.
“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking all alone. Come on, let me take you where you need to go.” He says, peering up at me with lust filled eyes. My body shivers and not in a good way.
“It’s okay, I know you’re a busy man. I’ll be fine.” I say, continuing to walk, praying that he takes my word for it and keeps it moving.
“I said get in the fucking car Presley. Now! Don’t make me say it again. I’m not above getting out of the car and dragging you in it.” He threatens, causing me to jump. My eyes widen at his threat and my body stiffens.
“Now!” He commands and I jump again, taking a deep breath as I walk around the front of his shiny black car, open the door and climb inside.
“Such a good girl. Now tell me where to take you or I’ll find somewhere for us to go.” He orders, adjusting himself. I want to fucking vomit as he slides his hand on to my knee, rubbing my inner thigh.
“C-Cyprus Auto.” I stammer as he nods, inching his hand up further. I stay completely still, not wanting to move a damn muscle as tears form in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
“I have a dinner party coming up in a few weeks and I’d like you to come with me. I’m not sure what all Jacob Lee has told you, but we will be branching out this little thing you got going on with his father.” He says and my heart literally stops beating.
“I’m not an escort.” I say through gritted teeth and he laughs.
“You will be whatever we say to be. So if I want to pull this car over and have you suck my cock, that’s exactly what you will do.” He grins and I shake my head.
“I’m not a prostitute either and Jacob Lee didn't tell me anything about a new arrangement.” I say and he laughs again.
“Oh sweet little peach. What is it that you want most out of life? Hmm?” He asks, the question stunning me for a second.
“Out of this town and away from the likes of you. If you want me to be honest.” I say and he eyes me as we come to a red light right before the shop.
“Well, I can make that happen. Money is what you need, right?” he asks, squeezing my thigh roughly. I wince at his roughness but it only eggs him on as his fingers roam between my legs.
“Yes, exactly that. I want to graduate, go to college far away from here and support myself.” I admit and he nods.
“Then you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. It’s a win-win.” He says, smiling as we pull into the shop’s parking lot. Harley steps out of the shop and I can feel his eyes burning against my skin.
“I’ll think about it.” I say and he nods.
“You have twenty-four hours little peach and tell your father I’m still waiting for payment.” He growls, letting go of my leg as I rip the door open, climbing out and slamming the car door.
Completely ignoring my boss, I walk right past him and head into the office as he yells my name. I just need a goddamn fucking minute. I slam the office door but he just comes barreling in, grabbing my arm and spinning me.
“What?!” I scream as his hold tightens.
“What's wrong? Why were you with that prick Rosenberg? What has you lashing out like this?” He says, concern written all over his gorgeous face. I shake my head, ripping my arm from his hold.
“I’m fine, I just need a minute. Please, just give me a minute.” I beg and he nods.
“I’ll give you your space, but this conversation isn’t over, and don’t you dare roll those pretty eyes at me.” He says chuckling. My eyes snap to him, shaking my head as I watch him leave the office.
Taking a deep breath, I distract myself with incoming phone calls, setting up oil changes and brake jobs, creating bills and estimates in the computer, and before I know it, it's time to go home but of course not before all the brothers arrive. Fuck. My. Life. Maybe if Harley is distracted enough I can slip out and avoid the old man. I bend down under the desk to grab my stuff and the phone rings causing me to jump.
As I stand, I’m met with two very pissed off boys. Mav and Caspian. My eyes widen at the murderous glares they are shooting at me.
“Can I help the two of you?” I ask, raising a brow. Caspian says nothing, he just stares at me, where Maverick starts running his mouth. I place my hand up to stop him, but he slaps it away.
“Why were you with him, Beauty? Answer the fucking question.” He growls and I laugh.
“Harley is such a snitch. Jesus Christ.” I say and my eyes connect with Caspians.
“You,” I point at his pale ass. “What the fuck was that this morning? Didn’t Beast here tell you I have a boyfriend? Do you realize the shit I’m in now because of your little show this morning?” I yell and all he fucking does is just smiles.
“I don’t care.” He says before storming out of the office.
“I’m leaving. I’ve had enough for today.” I say and Mav steps in front of me blocking my exit.
“Please tell me. Talk to me, Beauty. You’ve been acting weird for weeks and I’m sick of it. We haven’t hung out lately and I miss our talks.” He says and my heart skips a beat.
“Maybe this weekend, but right now I’m going to miss the bus and I just don’t have it in me to walk all the way home.” I say and he nods.
“Let me take you. Please Pres. Just get in my car and let me drive you home.” He begs and I give up the fight before I can even start. Seeing Mav beg does something to the bitch between my legs. He takes my bags and leads me out of the office.
Harley looks up from the car he’s working on and nods. I give a small wave and get into the car. Mav closes the door behind me, walks over to his brothers and says something that has them all looking at me. Jesus. All those eyes light a fire under my skin but I look away, not being able to handle it.
Taking out my phone, I scroll social media while waiting for Mav to take me home. Home. The last fucking place I want to be.
Laying in bed hours later, Mr. Rosenberg texted me, laying out a contract of sorts. If I accompany him to five high-end events over the course of two months, he will pay me fifty thousand dollars and pay for an apartment off campus at the college of my choice for two years. Fuck. I just want out of this town. My bedroom door suddenly swings open and a high Stan comes stumbling in.
“Not tonight, Stan. Get out.” I command in a serious tone, but all that does is cause him to slam the door behind him and take a step closer to my bed.
“Come on daughter. Daddy wants to play with his forbidden fruit.” He says and I damn near throw up. I look up at him with a smirk.
“Then take your ass down the hall to my mother. Get out.” I say and he takes another step closer, hovering over me.
“What did you just say to me? That smart mouth is going to get stuffed until you can’t fucking breathe.” He threatens and I roll my eyes. Before I can say anything, he yanks my messy bun, dragging me off my bed as I kick and scream, clawing at his wrists. He wretches the door open and continues to drag me down the hall into his room where my mother is knocked out. She doesn't budge as I scream at the top of my lungs. Is she dead?
“Get off me, you motherfucker!” I yell as he lets go of my hair only to grip my shirt in his fists, lifting me off the ground and throwing me onto his bed. My head flops on my mothers stomach. She still doesn't move, but I can feel her chest rising up and down.
“See, you little bitch. I’m going to fuck this ripened little pussy while you watch your drugged out mommy sleep. Scream for her. She will never hear you.” He spits as he rips my shorts down, smacking my ass. I kick out to get him away but he uses one hand to apply pressure to my shoulder, holding me down while he uses the other to punch my thighs causing me to cry out.
“Please, don’t, please just let me go back to my room.” I beg as he slides his dick between my ass cheeks, thrusting slowly. He spits on his cock before using his free hand to spread my cheeks.
“I bet this hole is so tight baby. Daddys going to fuck you bloody.” He growls before slamming into me. Tears pour from my eyes as he ruts in and out of my ass. I stare at my sleeping mother and scream, wishing she would open her eyes and see what her monster is doing to me. The longer I stare, the more I hate her, the more I don’t feel bad leaving her behind. It's not before long he’s pulling out of me and spilling his seed on my ass. He smacks my already bruised cheeks and I roll off the bed, my body slumping to the ground for a millisecond. He retreats to the bathroom and I pick myself up off the floor. I want to scream from the pain, but I don’t. I silently let the tears fall as I go back to my room. As if on auto pilot, I grab a bag and some things I need. Opening my bedroom window, I step out onto the balcony and fly down the steps into the backyard. Opening the gate, I walk as quickly as I can before I take out my phone, dialing out the only person I know I can call that will save me in this moment.
“Hello?” his sleepy, gruff voice echoes through the phone.
“Harley? It's P-Pres. C-can you come get m-me? I need y-you.” I stammer.
“Where are you?” He growls as the tears pour from my face.
“Meet me at the bus stop by my house. Is that okay?” I say and he takes a deep breath.
“I’ll be there in ten.” He says, hanging up the phone.
I have no idea what story I’m going to tell him, but I cannot stay in my house any longer. Tonight was the end of that shit. I cannot do it anymore.
Hopefully my knight in shining armor will save the damsel.