Chapter 14 #2
His voice feels like it's coming down a long tunnel, and I blink my eyes over and over, trying to stop the room from spinning.
He shoves me against the small black counter with a metal sink, and I feel like I'm going to face-plant into it.
"Dizzy. No. Where's... Faye?" My words are all coming out messy, even though I know what I want to say in my mind.
I force my head, which feels like it weighs a ton, upwards and stare into the mirror before me.
I squint until I can clearly see myself, and my blue-gray eyes look too large on my face.
My mascara has smudged, giving me a raccoon appearance, my lipstick is gone, and my lips are swollen.
My dark hair is all sweaty, with tendrils escaping my slick high ponytail, and the front of my dress is messy, revealing my nipple peeking over my bodice.
"Faye," I call out again, feeling agitated as his hands roam my body.
I try to push away from the counter, but his much larger body doesn't give me room.
I feel air on my ass and realize he's pushed my dress up toward my lower back, and is trying to force me to bend over the sink with his large palm pressed roughly into the middle of my shoulders.
"It's okay, pretty girl, I'll make sure you get back to your friend when we're done.
" I swipe out my hand and manage to catch him on the side of the face, and he growls, using his hand in the middle of my back to harshly push me down, until my chest feels the cold, wet counter.
"Why do you have to be a bitch, pretty girl?
I was going to make sure I made you feel good, but if you're going to behave like that, I won't."
"Faye! Please, no! Faye!" I sob as I feel my underwear being pulled down my legs.
"NOAH!" I scream in desperation as he forces my legs to widen with his.
The sound of a zipper being released is so loud in the small room, and it causes bile to race up the back of my throat.
My mind is screaming for me to hit him, to push away, to fight, but it's as if my body refuses to obey its commands, and I watch with horror through the mirror as I just lie there.
I catch a glimpse of him releasing his cock from his pants behind me, and my legs won't hold me up anymore.
He shoves me roughly into the cabinet, my hip banging painfully as one of his knees goes between my legs until I'm positioned mostly on the counter, and I don't know if my toes are touching the floor anymore.
"Nooooo," I groan as I feel him press the tip of his cock against my asscheeks.
I close my eyes, feeling trapped as terror takes over, and I can't seem to inhale enough air.
A large bang sounds, and then I hear shouting as I try to reopen my eyes, but the attempt feels so challenging.
In the darkness, the sounds of grunting and skin landing on skin greet me.
I'm suddenly shoved, my legs sliding from under me as I go down hard to the floor, banging my back, shoulders, and legs, and my eyes pry open with a combination of shock and pain.
Above me, two men fight, one punching the other over and over as the other tries to defend himself.
I'm not sure if I'm actually seeing this, but for a moment, I'm almost positive I see Noah, but then the room begins to spin, and I gag on my own saliva.
"Motherfucker, you're dead! I'll fucking kill you!
" A male voice shouts, and pained cries meet his words.
The sound of breaking glass tries to catch my attention as I attempt to get my limbs to cooperate with me, so that I can get the hell out of here.
My hand rises as I try to swipe at my face, which feels wet.
I force my glance back to the men and watch as the larger one reaches forward and grabs a shard of broken mirror in his hand.
He's holding the other guy by the front of his shirt, and both of them are bleeding.
"You thought you could touch what's mine!
You thought you could have her!" He brings the piece of broken mirror to the other man's face and begins carving at his flesh with it.
My vision swims, distorting the image and making it blurry.
It causes my stomach to lurch painfully until all I taste is fruity alcohol.
It can't handle what I'm seeing and picks that moment to revolt, and I feel vomit sliding from my lips and down my chin.
I can't seem to force myself to sit up, a helpless feeling overwhelming me as I begin to gasp and choke.
I hear the screams from the man being sliced, and I can't tear my eyes away from how much red is everywhere.
All of a sudden, the piercing guy falls to the floor, clutching at his face with hoarse screams. The other man comes closer, and I try to squirm away, but I'm not even sure my body is moving.
He reaches behind me and forces me onto my side, and I stop choking on my vomit.
"It's okay, sweet baby girl. I'm here now, everything is going to be fine. Let it all out, baby. You're safe now."
Noah. My horror-stricken brain formulates his name as I stare up at him.
He's covered in blood; it's splattered all the way up his neck and onto his face.
His dark obsidian eyes meet mine, and I see the madness and rage in their depths, and that terrifies me further.
My glance slips down to my hand he's holding, and it's covered in crimson, and that has me gagging again. "Nooaahh?"
"Yeah, Cordelie, I'm here. You don't have to worry, he won't touch you again.
" He leans my back against the wall, and the coolness of the tile feels amazing on my feverish skin.
"I need you to be a good girl and hold on for me, okay?
I need to make sure this fucker learns his lesson about touching what belongs to me. "
"Noottt yoursss," I whisper, unsure if he's actually heard me, as he grabs the guy from the floor by the shirt and slams him back down, until his head collides against the tile floor.
I'm mesmerized, watching it as if it's a movie and not actually happening, but as I feel warm blood splatter touching my legs, it causes further panic to rise.
I need to get out of here and away from both of them.
"Lie to yourself all you want, sweet baby girl, but we both know the truth.
You'll always belong to only me." He releases the piercing guy, and I catch a glimpse of his face.
His nose is battered, and one of his cheeks looks sunken in, but what really has me screaming, and trying my best to get away from Noah, is the fact that he's sliced his mouth open until he has some sick Joker smile and blood is gushing everywhere.
"Just one more second, sweetness. I want to carve off the fingers that dared to touch you. " Oh my god, he’s lost his mind.
"HEELLPP!" I try to shout, but it's useless; my voice barely sounds like a whisper.
Noah kicks at the guy's head as he screams and tries to pull his hand away from his grip, and all of a sudden, the room is filled with silence other than the rapid, heavy beating of my racing heart, and Noah's heavy breaths.
He uses the large piece of mirror to saw mercilessly at the guy's fingers, then lets out a satisfied cry when he gets one free and instantly gets to work on another.
He's completely insane and lost in bloodlust. I've never seen him like this, and it's terrifying.
Blood slides across the dirty tile floor toward me, coating the back of my shoes and calves.
Its warmth is as deceiving as it is gruesome.
I'm going to die here in this bathroom after almost being raped.
Noah's lost his damn mind, and both our sanities have left the building.
"Almost done, Cordelie. Should we take them with us as mementos, baby?
" I gag at the suggestion and feel spittle sliding down my chin.
"I guess not. It's a bit of a shame to not keep one at least after all this effort, but I get it, baby.
You won't want to remember this night." I hear the toilet flushing as my head spins and darkness threatens to take me.
He's going to slice you up next, and you'll die here, pathetic and forgotten. No one will even look for you.
In the next moment, I'm being lifted gently from the floor and cradled against a warm body. My eyes flutter heavily, the room fading in and out as I fight hard against the overwhelming exhaustion. "It's okay, Cordelie. Go to sleep, and when you wake, I promise, baby, you'll be safe and home."
Home. Yes, I want to go home and forget this wretched night ever happened. I shouldn't trust Noah. He's a liar and betrayer, but at this moment, I do entrust him to keep me safe. It's the last thought I have before nothing but blackness greets me.