PROLOGUE 2 #2
I breathe a sigh of relief when he releases me, but that is short-lived.
Because he is spinning me so I’m facing him.
The face I once thought was handsome, is contorted in anger with a hint of disgust. His hand wraps itself around my neck, squeezing tightly, dragging me to him.
My hands wrap around his hand trying to pry his fingers off of me.
In my struggle I miss him leaning closer to kiss me.
He tries to slip his tongue into my mouth, but I keep my jaw clamped shut.
He moves his free hand to my face. His thumb is on one side of my mouth and his fingers are on the other side, and he squeezes.
My teeth dig into the inside of my cheeks and when I can’t take the pain anymore, my jaw unclenches allowing his fingers to push my cheeks in between my teeth, causing me to open.
Ethan takes the opportunity and forces his tongue into my mouth.
It’s messy, like his tongue is trying to clean every surface.
Which is ironic because it has left me feeling dirty.
When I don’t kiss back, he withdraws his tongue and bites down onto my lip.
The metallic taste I hoped to never taste again, fills my mouth.
Normally I would take it, but this time I slap him across the face.
Instead of getting angry he smiles at me. It’s not a nice one either.
“You know I love it when you fight back, you stopped there for a while, it all became,”—he twirls his hand around before finishes— “boring.”
Then he punches my stomach. I fold into the impact and cough as he knocks the wind out of me.
“Come on cunt, fight back.”
I push him still trying to catch my breath, but he barely moves.
Getting in my face he growls through clenched teeth, “Be better.”
He wants better? Fine. I stopped fighting back and just let it happen; he tore me down that much I stopped caring; I just accepted the beatings. It seemed to make it move along quicker. But not anymore.
I stand tall, wincing as my abdomen muscles and still healing ribs scream in protest, clenching my fist.
“There she is.” He taunts .
I cock my fist back and swing in the direction of his face, but he steps back. I throw another punch, which he smacks away, then I go to kick him.
“Predictable, as always.” Then the back of his hand hits me across the face. This time there’s no blood, but that doesn’t stop my cheek from stinging from the impact.
He goes on a tangent; I zone him out and focus on my next move. He is confident I won’t attack. Confident he has the upper hand. But when he gives me his back, I run at him and tackle him. Thankfully he goes down.
“You bitch.”
He moves quickly, getting on top of me. Placing his knees either side of my body squeezing at my waist while holding my hands above my head. “That was a dirty move, and you know it, but still I’m impressed.”
I fight his hold, “Fuck you.”
Ignoring me he moves up my body, so his legs hold down my arms, as his hands wrap around my throat. “I should make you choke on my dick before I choke the life out of you.”
Panic like nothing before surges through my body. I am not dying like this. I try to swing my knees up to try to connect with his back, but I can’t reach. I twist and turn but it only makes him squeeze tighter. My fight starts to slip as my lungs start to protest the lack of oxygen.
Black dots swim at the edge of my vision; my body starts to give up. This is it. I accept my fate.
But I’ll make him watch as my life slips from my body. His face is void of any emotion. That is until he notices I’m looking at him. He gives me an evil grin, blows me a kiss. “See you in hell baby. ”
Somewhere in the distance I hear my name being called out.
Tears are running down the side of my face, “Shane.” I don’t know if it’s a goodbye or a plea for help.
Ethan picks me up by my throat and slams me back down. I don’t feel the impact, and everything has started to fade.
“If you don’t want to be with me, then you don’t get to be anywhe...”
He is unable to finish the sentence, because as quick as he was on top of me, he is being ripped off of me. I try to desperately suck in air. But that only causes me to cough and splutter. It hurts to breathe, to swallow. My mind is in a haze.
I turn just in time to see Shane charge Ethan, picking him up and slamming him into the ground. His fists pound into his face over and over.
“Shane.” My voice is still weak. I try again but it only ends with me coughing.
But he hears me. Throwing Ethan to the ground, he rushes to me, not before kicking him in the ribs. When Ethan makes a wheezed cough a small part of me is happy.
Shane is on his knees lightly skimming his hands over my body, “Morgan. Fuck, Morgan are you okay?”
I hum. Because that’s all my body can give right now.
Ethan is somehow standing, pointing at me. “This isn’t over bitch.” Before he running off.
Shane looks between me and where my slimy ex-boyfriend has run off. Ultimately, he stays with me. Looking at me, I watch as he mulls over what he’s thinking. And when he has made a decision, I know I’m going to hate it.
“I’m taking you to Rhys.”