Until Harry(69)

I ran for the front door, but Jensen roughly pushed me back by the shoulders. I fell backwards and landed on the floor with a loud thud. I yelped in pain, but fear drove my body to instantly put itself back up into a standing position. Jensen was on me before I got fully upright, though, and he brought me back down to the floor like a pile of tumbling bricks.

“Get off me!” I bellowed, and swung my hand, connecting my fist with his face.

Jensen’s face jerked to the right, and it caused him to curse out loud.

“Fucking bitch!” he shouted, and fisted his hand in my hair, forcing my mouth to his. “Just give me one kiss,” he growled, and pressed his lips to mine. “Just like last night.”

I reacted with my teeth and bit him, causing him to tear his mouth from me and roar, “You fucking cunt!”

I saw the movement of his hand too late but felt the moment it connected with my face. I cried out, and white dots spotted my vision as pain erupted. I lifted my hands to protect my face because biting Jensen sent him into a frenzy of throwing punch after punch at me.

I tried to defend myself, but he landed every hit he threw.

The tang of metal attacked my taste buds, and blood filled my mouth.

I tried to scream, but all that sounded was a disgusting gurgle as blood gushed from my nose and ran down my throat. I noticed then that Jensen had stopped hitting me, but it was only because I heard him telling me to do something.

“Open your legs or I’ll cut you,” he growled.

Cut me?

I felt light-headed, and his voice sounded like it was coming from all directions. I looked up at him, and I could see him as plain as day, hovering over me, his breathing rapid as the sweat beaded his forehead. It confused me, because my face, arms and chest were throbbing like he was still hitting me.

The pain was immense.

“Please,” I spluttered. “Please . . . don’t.”

He shook his head. “It’s too fucking late for that now. All you had to do was kiss me! You made me hit you, you made me!”

I watched as he began to unbutton his jeans, and I saw he had an erection. It scared me enough to scream bloody murder.

“Help me!” I screamed as loud as I could and fought against Jensen when he tried to cover my mouth with his hands.

I heard a female voice shout outside of the apartment, and hope filled me.

“Help me!” I cried out once more. “Help!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jensen bellowed, but he jolted with fright when a large bang sounded on the front door. Once, twice, then on the third bang a crunching noise filled the apartment as the door was kicked open.

I couldn’t see who it was, but I heard a female voice scream when a body rushed at Jensen. I felt the weight of his body lift off me, and I was so thankful for it.

“Oh, my God,” the female voice screamed. “Is she dead?”

I made a noise to show her I wasn’t because I didn’t want her to leave me. I felt the woman drop to her knees beside me and push my hair out of my face. She placed something against my forehead that caused me to cry out in pain when she applied pressure.

“I have to stop the bl-bleeding,” she stuttered, then repeated, “Oh, my God” over and over again.

“Drew,” a male voice snapped. “Call an ambulance right now.”

Drew? I tried to open my eyes but found I couldn’t.

“Drew?” I rasped.

She was silent for a second as a piece of fabric was rubbed over my face, and then I heard a strangled gasp.

“Lane?” she cried. “Oh, my God! Lane, what has he done to you?”

I wanted to answer her, but I couldn’t seem to do a bloody thing with my vocal cords.

“You know her?” the male voice asked.

Drew whimpered, “She’s my boyfriend’s best friend.”

I was his best friend when it suited him. At the thought of Kale, I forced my mouth to open and my voice to work.

“Don’t,” I rasped.

She grabbed hold of my hand and said, “Don’t you close your eyes. Do you hear me, Lane?”

I heard her, but my body didn’t want to listen to her. It wanted to sleep.

I blinked a couple of times. “Drew, don’t tell Kale.”

I didn’t know why, but I didn’t want him to know what had happened to me.

She ignored me and rattled off information to the person she was talking to on the phone. She got mad and told this person to stop asking so many questions and to send police and an ambulance because she thought I was dying.

I felt like I was floating, so I had no clue why she was thinking something so ridiculous.

Her tone changed then, and I heard her cry, “Kale!”

I don’t know how, but I heard his raised and panicked voice through my cloud of light-headedness.