« Hey, come on. » Chuck said, pulling on my arm. I winced and looked around once more, unsure of my next move.
> Chuck snapped, giving my arm a harsh pull. I let out a whimper and stumbled into him, unable to fight against him as he pulled me down the end of the block.
I continued to look around, searching for one of the boys. By the time we stopped walking, we were far from the club, and in front of a small black car.
He said, smirking at me. I stared at him blankly, before he rolled his eyes and opened the door, pushing me into the car.
Was I supposed to go home with him?
I was confused, and for the first time ever, I really didn't feel safe. Everything about my situation was screaming danger, and I felt the nerves shooting around in my stomach, making me sick and nauseous.
The car ride was short, and Chuck busied himself by telling me how much he wanted to tear my clothes from my body. His words went right over my head though, for I could only focus on the hand that was tightly gripping my knee, and the thought that I was all by myself on this one.
> He whispered in my ear.
I barely had time to react before he was by my side of the car, eagerly pulling me out. His hand gripped my wrist tightly as he entered his run down house, and I observed the dull insides.
Without a second of hesitation, Chuck Forrest had me pinned against the wall, his body pressing fully against mine. His lips attached themselves to my neck, and he began sucking and nibbling my exposed flesh. Fed up with not knowing what to do, I began pushing him away.
> I muttered. >
He pulled away slightly, his face now contorted with anger.
«Oh so that's it, huh? You're just some teasing slut? » I flinched at his words, before growing angry.
> I hissed out, placing my hands on his chest. He snorted and grasped my wrists with one of his hands, slamming them onto the wall above my head.
> He snarled, his lips busying themselves my attacking me again. I squirmed under his grip, trying to find a way to break free of him.
I managed to send a kick to his shin, which resulted in him backing away from me and howling in pain. I took this as an opportunity to rush towards the door, but found my head snapping backwards as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked on it.
The pain that radiated from that action made me scream in pain, and a few tears pricked my eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I barely even registered what was about to happen before I felt my head turn to the side, pain erupting on the side of my face.
He hit me.
Now, I have been hit before. I can take a hit, and this was no different from the other times, that it, except for the fear that I was filled with this time.
Before, I always knew I had back up. That would give me the power to be able to endure whatever happened because I knew it wouldn't be long before Danny, Nate, or Will came. But this time, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing and it felt as if I had been set up.
Did Sebastian really want me to fail?
> His voice was now soft and almost caring, which scared me even more. It was as if the abusive, demanding Chuck Forrest had now been replaced by someone else.
> I snapped out, using my uninjured arm to shove him away.
>
I replied with silence, and only stared at him. I was willing to hear whatever he had to tell me, as long as he wasn't hurting me anymore.
> It took almost everything in my power to keep myself from rolling my eyes at him.
> He said lowly, moving so that he was now right in front of me once more. >
The bitter laugh that escaped my lips was uncontrollable, and made Chuck go mad. The force of the slap sent me to the ground, and a groan of pain left my mouth when I fell on my injured wrist. >
I lifted my head just in time to see Sebastian emerge from the top of the stairs of the house, followed by Mason and Callum, who were both carrying boxes.
I'm not sure if relief would be a good way to describe what I was feeling. Sure, it was nice to see that I hadn't been abandoned, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel like just a pawn in Sebastian's game. I felt used.
I built up the strength to push myself backwards against wall, and used it to help myself stand up.
Chuck looked horrified as he stared at Sebastian, and I felt courage explode within me.
« Chucky, I thought you said they feared you. >> I teased, a harsh edge to my voice. His eyes tore away from them and back to me, as realization washed over his features.
> He snarled out. Anger emitted from him and I watched as he lunged at me, ready to finally be able to get revenge for the way he had been treating me.
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I side stepped Chuck and had him slammed up against the wall by his neck before anyone correct.
> I hissed out, purposefully digging my nails into his throat. His pathetic shriek of pain made me press down even harder, my previous pain being transferred to him.
> I ignored Sebastian's warning, not caring that he was now making his way down the stairs. A large hand tugged my hand away from Chuck's throat, and I shook Sebastian off instantly.
> I snarled. Callum motioned for me to follow him outside, which I did reluctantly. For once, I actually wanted to see someone die. Cynical, I suppose, but something about Chuck Forrest made me that way. Their large black car had been parked across the street, and I watched as Mason and Callum placed the boxes in the trunk.
> I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me.
> Callum informed me, while opening the car door to let me in.
>
A smile perked at the corners of my mouth, and I shrugged nonchalantly. >
I hadn't even noticed that Sebastian had opened the door to the driver's side, and was now sliding in. I diverted my eyes over to Chuck's house, avoiding Sebastian's gaze in the process.