"I want to leave," I say firmly.
I turn away from him to go into the house, but he grabs my arm, and I move it to take his grip off me.
"Please, don't touch me," I growl.
He throws his arms up in the air.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you," he says.
I look at him with a "no shit" stare. He steps closer to me, reaching his hand up toward my face. I uncross my arms then step away from him.
"Don't fucking touch me, Brady," I hiss.
He throws his arms up once again and steps toward me; I back up and end up against the glass of the French doors to the house. I reach for the handle of the door, but he grabs my arms and tries to kiss me again. I move my face away from his. What the fuck is wrong with him? Is he that drunk?
"Brady, stop!" I shout.
He grabs hold of both my arms in one of his hands, pushing his entire body against mine, grabbing my face with his other hand. I want to scream, but I cannot get a sound out.
"Fucking kiss me, then I will let you go," he says between his teeth as he breathes out heavily from holding me against the door.
Brady has genuinely lost it. Now, I realize why we came here; its private and secluded. He can get away with a lot more here than if we were in a public setting.
"NO!" I scream through his hand.
He squeezes my face and tightens his grip around my hands; I break them free and slap him hard across the face. He stays turned to the side, and his nose flares. He clenches his hands in fists and begins to breathe heavy.
"You're going to wish you never fucking did that," he sneers.
Chapter Fifty-Three
I reach for the door again, but Brady grabs me by my wrist and throws me to the ground. Hard. I hit the ground, winded. I try to catch my breath, hoping his parents or someone has heard all the commotion. Brady picks me up off the grass and throws me over his shoulder. I frantically kick and scream the few steps he takes to the pool house. He carries me inside then throws me to the floor. I sigh as I hit the floor, then look up at him. He closes the door and locks it as I rise to my feet.
"Let me out," I demand.
What's going on with him? Brady has crossed all lines. I do not understand why he is doing this.
"Not until you kiss me," he snarls.
He has lost it, and his desperation and perversion have gone too far. He's become a raging monster.
"Fat fucking chance. Now let me the fuck out!" I scream loud.
He lunges at me, and I take off running in the tiny pool house, yelling for him to stop. What have I done to deserve this? He catches me and throws me to the ground again, this time on my stomach, then climbs on top of me. I scream, but he covers my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up!" he growls.
I try to scream again, but I am unable to. Brady is so strong I can barely move under his weight and tight grip. I bite his hand, and he removes it quickly from my mouth but pushes my head down to the floor.
"Brady, STOP!' I scream as loud as I can. "What the hell's gotten into you! Why are you doing this?"
Brady lowers himself onto me, bringing his face down toward mine the removing a piece my hair out of my face. I try to remain calm and control my breathing. I need to regain my strength before I try to get him off me again.
"What are you trying to do?" I ask as calmly as possible while I try to catch my breath.
"You'll see," he murmurs through his teeth.
He reaches under me for the button of my pants. I start to wiggle profusely. I cannot believe this is happening to me.
"No, no, NO... STOP! BRADY!" I scream.
He gets my pants unbuttoned and forcefully pulls them down over my hips, exposing my bare skin. I try to reach behind me and grab my pants, but it's too hard. I dig my fingernails into his arm as hard as I can, but he grabs both of my hands and holds them over my head against the floor. I begin to cry.
"Brady, you don't have to do this. Please, stop. PLEASE!" I yell out.
He doesn't stop or reply. I can hear his heavy breathing and the unfastening of his belt. He pulls his pants down with one hand as he holds me down with the other. Brady lays back on top of me, and I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. He grabs my pants and panties, pulling them down farther, ripping the fabric. I'm becoming very nervous, and I am having a hard time breathing. I would never have thought that Brady would stoop to a level this low.
"Brady, please. STOP!" I scream again.
He enters his fingers in me to guide himself into my vagina. I try to squeeze everything tightly together to prevent it. He removes his fingers, and forcefully enters me. I gasp loudly. His penetration is rough and feels like he's ripping my insides. I cry and scream in pain, it's the most unbearable pain I've ever endured. I'm thankful he didn't enter me anally. That would have been torture.
I lay here numb and lifeless as he pounds me bone dry, not giving two shits about what he is doing. He doesn't seem to think what he is doing is wrong, which it is on so many levels. He thrusts faster and deeper inside me. I can hear him grunt and moan in pleasure. I want the pain to go away, but it doesn't seem as
