Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kelsey
I hear the shower running as I make my way down the hallway, trying to formulate a plan so that I don’t have to get in the shower with Jason.
The thought of seeing him naked makes my skin crawl.
Knowing everything I know now, I can’t believe I ever got involved with him in the first place.
But hindsight is twenty-twenty and right now, I need to focus on exactly how I’m going to get away from him.
I hit the bathroom, only to find the door open and Jason nowhere to be seen.
I’m standing in the doorway, cautiously peeking into the bathroom as I feel the barrel of a gun press into the back of my head.
My eyes close instinctively and I stop breathing. This sick fuck is bat shit crazy and at this point I wouldn’t put it past him to blowing my fucking head off.
“Rachel, you stupid whore. Did you really think I’d get in the shower and leave you alone?” He laughs and it’s disgusting and evil. The gun is forced against my head even harder until it’s almost painful.
With my eyes closed and my breathing returning to normal, I’m suddenly hit with memories of Finn.
After Beck left, I was hurt and angry and bitter, but Finn wouldn’t just let me mope around.
Every day after he got through with his shift, we’d head to the gym where we’d spend the evening working out my anger.
It became a regular occurrence and after a while he began to teach me techniques he’d learned in defending himself against attackers.
At the time, I felt like I was just humoring him because when would I ever need to defend myself against an armed gunman? Even as a cop, I wasn’t entirely sure Finn would ever have to either; Rockport has never been a town known for its crime rate.
But right now, on the receiving end of a gun being pointed at the back of my head and a fucking psychopath on the other end of it, all of Finn’s teachings don’t seem so meaningless.
My eyes still closed, I replay Finn’s technique over in my head a few times. It’s all very quick and I know I need to act fast before Jason makes his next move.
I scream as loud as possible before turning around, my fist clenched and my forearm braced, connecting with Jason’s arm that is holding the gun in an attempt to knock it loose.
Simultaneously, I bring my knee up and land a direct hit to his balls.
While it works enough for me to run away, I’m unable to jar the gun loose from his grasp.
I don’t know where to run, my adrenaline pumping and my body still sore. I reach a bedroom and slam the door closed, but realize it has no lock. Knowing a door won’t stop him and sure he’s even more pissed off now, I push whatever I can move up against the door.
I run to the window in hopes of seeing someone; anyone, but what I hear are gunshots and I cower.
Muffled, but still nearby, I realize they didn’t come from inside the house.
Trying to piece everything together, I can only assume there has been some kind of shootout between the person guarding the house and someone else.
Looking around the room, I figure it must have been Rachel’s. It’s decorated with a floral quilt and a large four-poster bed. Next to the bed is a picture of Rachel and Jason, both smiling, but I know the truth behind the picture now. I won’t end up like her.
I know I can’t sit here on the floor and wait for someone to save me, this isn’t a fucking fairy tale, and there is no knight in shining armor, just a sick ass motherfucker hell bent on turning me into his possibly dead ex-girlfriend.
The knob to the door turns slowly and I pull myself up off the floor and unplug the lamp and grab it from the nightstand. Even with a small desk shoved against the door, I know this asshole is going to get through.
Standing to the side of the door, I give myself a count of three and with my foot, I shove the desk out of the way. It slides across the floor with a loud scraping noise and leaves the door unguarded and ready to be opened.
Seconds later Jason bursts through, but I’m ready and I hit him as hard as I can over the head with the lamp.
But again, I’m too small to cause any serious damage. He grabs the back of his head with one hand and screams out, “You bitch,” before turning his face towards me.
His eyes are crazy with hatred, his pupils large and the look on his face is frightening. Jason lunges for me and I move, but not fast enough and he grabs hold of my hair, yanking me back to him.
“Don’t you remember what happened the last time?” he hisses. “Don’t fight me, Rachel!” Shoving the gun behind his back in the waist of his pants, he wraps his hands around my neck.
“Tyson,” I gasp out, as my breathing grows weak. “You killed me last time, baby. Stop.” I can feel the tears falling from my eyes as I connect with his.
Jason’s grip loosens and I put my hands over his, peeling his fingers from my neck.
“I didn’t kill you,” he says confused. “You’re right here.”
Leaving him slightly stunned and confused, I place my hands on his shoulders in a sympathetic gesture, but immediately knee him in the groin. A loud breath escapes his mouth and I make a run for it.
Before I can reach the doorway, Jason grabs my leg and I fall hard to the floor. I can’t seem to catch a break and while I know he’s bigger than me, he seems to anticipate my every move.
Before I know it, I’m on the bed with Jason on top of me. I feel the heaviness of his body keeping me from moving, while his legs have my arms pinned. I begin to sob, each heave racking my body and making it hard to breathe.
Jason removes the gun from his waistband, and I get a good look at it. It’s a GLOCK, and from the looks of it, police issued. A small G30S, I remember looking at the catalog with Finn when he was trying to find a lighter weight model to order for the force in Rockport.
Why does Jason have a police issued gun?
But the more I process everything, the quicker it comes together.
I swallow hard as it hits me. He used to be a cop.
That explains so much now. How he was able to avoid the police every time, how he had access to those cameras he placed in my house, how he knew exactly how to defend himself when I came at him and even worse, how he knew how to kill Rachel and get away with it.
Panic is setting in as Jason smiles maliciously, the gun pressed to my temple now.
“I don’t understand why you can’t get it through your stupid fucking head that you are mine, Rachel,” he growls. “Mine!” he screams and I startle.
I nod my head almost imperceptibly, but it isn’t enough for him and he smacks me in the side of the head with the gun.
Blinding pain burns behind my eyes and I feel like I’m going to vomit. The room is growing dark as I realize I can’t see out of my left eye; I feel the blood running down my face as Jason runs his fingers through it.
Oh my god, he’s going to kill me.
“Look what you made me do?” he says, showing me his blood soaked fingers, but his voice is anything but concerned. “Now will you stop fighting me?” he asks harshly.
Again I nod and this time he smiles wickedly.
His hands move to the drawstring of my pajama pants, he makes short work of it and begins to slip the pants and my underwear down my hips.
His legs now allowing my arms loose, I begin to struggle again.
Still sobbing, my eyes are blurry and my heart is pulsing thick in my chest and pumping through my ears.
Slapping and clawing at his face and arms, Jason just laughs and cracks me across the face with his bare hand. The impact stings and starts to throb as he connects with my already swollen and bruised cheek.
Once my pants are down, he rests his knees on my arms again, rendering me immobile. But I can’t just give in, screaming as loud as I can, until my voice is hoarse and weak. I keep my eyes closed, as I hear the zipper of his pants. This can’t be happening.
He’s going to rape me.
In that second all I can think about is Beck. He was supposed to be the last man I ever had sex with, but now I’m going to die and this fucker is going to have taken that from me.
When I open my eyes, Jason has his penis in his hand, stroking, but it remains flaccid.
The tears cease and any attempts to struggle underneath him subside as I realize he gets off on the fight. If I can remain calm, there’s a possibility he won’t be able to rape me.
When he figures out what I’m doing, he grows angry and grabs my face in his hands. Sliding his body off of mine, he yanks me up by my hair until both of us are kneeling on the bed.
One hand wrapped firmly around his still limp penis, the other gripping the back of my neck, he forces my head down until it’s level with his penis.
“Suck me off,” he yells, and an unwanted whimper leaves my mouth, my body betraying me as I try to keep myself under control.
His penis is bumping against my mouth, but I will not give in. I take his balls in my hand and he groans with pleasure, but a second later, I squeeze as hard as I can and his groan turns to a scream.
I feel his hand tighten in my hair and he pulls firmly until I release him; my scalp burning at the place where it feels like he ripped my hair out. He shoves me back so I’m now flat on the bed again, his penis growing hard as I kick and scream.
“I love it when you fight back,” he spits out as he fists his penis and places himself between my legs.
This isn’t happening.
A sick feeling rises up in my throat and I turn my head to the side and vomit. It runs down my cheek and on to the bed. Jason immediately slaps me across the face and punishes me for the mess I made.
“Get up,” he screams, yanking me from the bed by my arm as I begin to cry all over again. The smell of vomit permeates the air and makes me gag. “Now I have to fuck you on the floor because of what you did.”
He forces me roughly to the ground, his leg sweeping mine out from under me as I crash into the floor, falling hard on my side.
Jason’s still erect penis is sticking out from his body as he mounts me, taking my wrists in his hand and forcing them above my head.
At this point my body is exhausted and defeated. I ache all over, my head throbbing, my face burning, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I finally give in, my body going lax as I feel Jason’s penis nudging at me. I close my eyes and pray for it to be over.
He tries several times to insert himself into me, but I’m willing my body to stop him, knowing I can only fight him off for so long before he wins.
I can hear him huffing above me, as he grows more frustrated.
He rakes his hands through his hair, tugging and letting out a few more mumbled curse words before trying again.
“Fuck!” he screams out as he punches the floor next to me.
I open my eyes, but look past him. I can’t make eye contact with him or he’ll see the fear I know is written all over my face. My body is already shaking uncontrollably and the tears are falling from my eyes without a single sound leaving my mouth.
In the doorway to the bedroom, I swear I see Beck.
But it can’t be.
I’m dreaming.
Yet I still call out his name.
“Beck.” I hear my weak and ragged voice whine as I focus on his eyes. They’re filled with fear and hatred, but more than anything they’re filled with love. So I say his name again, louder this time, and it takes everything in me to get it out.
Jason whips around, his body still on top of me, holding me in place and that’s when I realize it isn’t a dream.
His gun is pointing at Beck and I close my eyes when I hear the click of the trigger and the bullet leave his gun.
When I open my eyes, everything moves in slow motion. Beck collapses in the doorway, but his hands never leave his gun as I hear three more shots ring out.
Jason’s limp body falls on top of me and I scream out loud. Struggling to get him off me as I feel something wet begin to soak my shirt.
Blood.
He’s dead.
He’s finally dead.
I’m too weak to move his heavy body and I cry out as he’s suddenly lifted off me. A warm blanket is wrapped around my naked body as strong arms scoop me off the ground.
I look up and it’s Finn’s eyes I see. My hands grip his shirt and I bury my face in his neck, sobbing and calling Beck’s name.
“It’s okay, Kelsey,” he murmurs into my hair, shushing and kissing my head. “I’ve got you.”
I hear loud voices, people barking out orders and pounding feet, as sirens blare through it all.
“Where’s Beck?” I ask, fearful and Finn’s eyes say it all. His heart is beating so fast and hard in his chest I can feel it pulsing against my skin. When the first tear slips from his eye, I can’t control myself and I immediately start screaming.
“He was shot, Kels,” he tells me, but his voice is shaky. “They took him away in an ambulance.”
“No! No, no, no!” I yell, my hands digging into Finn’s skin as I sob hysterically.
Why is this happening to us?