Falling - On the Banks of Lake Saint Clare (Falling - Book One) (27 page)

“No,” he said, “
i
t’s time we talk. You said
you would talk to me.”

“My friends are going to worry and come looking for me if I don’t get back.”

“I don’t think they even know you are gone.”

I could feel the grip of his hand getting tighter and he pulled me up against him, looking down at me. “We are going to talk now. Right now. Got it?”

He started walking forward. I kept moving backwards until I felt a brick wall against my back. I pushed him and tried to run
,
but he picked me up and slammed me against the wall, knocking the air out of me.

“Now you know how it feels,” he smiled. “Your boyfriend just can’t take a joke, can he? How funny am I now, Alex?” I felt his hand push hard against my chest, pinning me against the wall.

“Let me go, please. I am sorry for anything I said or lied to you about. I just want to go back to my friends.” I could hardly breathe. His hand was pushing so hard, I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Let me tell you one thing,” he said, getting angrier sounding, “
y
ou are not leaving this alley till I am ready for you to leave. You know you can run, but I will catch you. And if I have to catch you, I will make you pay.”

I felt around my cell phone in my hand hoping I hit the redial button, praying Michael would answer and hear I was in trouble. I knew there was no way I could get away from him. If I made it past him he would tackle me. That’s what he did and was g
reat
at it. My head was swimming and I couldn’t think straight. I knew he was going to hurt me, I could see it in his eyes. I was just scared of how bad it was going to be. I closed my eyes, “Think, Alex, please just stay calm and figure out what to do.”

“I’ll talk to you, but you are hurting my chest,” I sighed. “Please just move your hand.”
             
He moved it over to my arm, still pinning me against the wall, but at least it gave me relief to catch my breath.

“What do you want to talk about?”
             
“You,” he said. “Let’s talk about you. I can’t stop thinking about you. You are all I think about. I wake up in the morning and you are the first thing on my mind. You and that hot little body.” He leaned back and looked me over up and down. It felt like ice water was flowing through my entire body. I had never felt such fear in my life.

I felt his hand squeeze my arm tighter and I dropped my phone
.
I
was thankful he didn’t notice. 

He took his hand away. I tried to run but he slammed me against the wall harder
,
making me almost black out. My head hit the wall with such force I could feel the blood flow cold and wondered if it was bleeding. I put my hand back and felt it was wet.

“Don’t you fucking do it, Bitch. Don’t you even try. You just don’t get it, do you? You are not leaving!”
He
yelled
.

He slammed my body against the wall again. I could feel my legs getting weaker. I couldn’t think. I just knew I was on the verge of passing out. I shook
my head.
Keep him talking, Alex. Play along. Just keep him talking so he doesn’t hurt you more. Someone please come find me. Someone p
lease just realize I need help.

“I’m sorry,”
I said. I could feel tears running down my face.

He took his finger and ran it across my cheek. “I really don’t want to see you cry. There is something important I need to tell you. It’s really a funny story.”

“Ok, I’ll listen.”

“I know you will,” he laughed. “You really don’t have a choice. For three years I have tried to date you. I have come to your house, asked you out, called you. I have done everything to get you to be with me, but you just ignored me.”

“I thought we were friends. I never ignored you. I just thought we were friends.”
             
He stared at me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He just stared at me.

“Brad, I had no idea you liked me. Maybe things would have been different if I knew but I just thought we were friends. Really.”

You are such a liar,” he said.

I tried to knee him but he blocked it and kicked my legs apart with no effort.

“What are you trying to pull, Alex? What ever you do to me, I will do twice as hard back.”

“I just want you to leave me alone.”

“That’s just what I want from you, Alex. I want you to leave me alone. I want to stop thinking about you all the fucking time.” He started getting louder. “You get together with Michael and fucked everything up.”

“Michael has nothing to do with you. Leave him out of it.”

“Michael has EVERYTHING to do with this!”
H
e yelled, hitting the wall with his hand so hard I felt it against my head. “I can’t stand the thought of him fucking you,” he yelled and slammed his hand against the wall harder than before. Then he hit it so hard I thought for sure it was broken.

He placed his hand on my face. I could feel blood, not knowing it was his or mine. My mind was racing and I just couldn’t think straight. I felt his feet on the inside of my feet keeping my legs spread apart. I felt his hand move between my legs, inside my underwear and his fingers ripping inside of me. I could feel his fingernails jabbing forcefully, “Scream Alex,” he whispered, “I want to hear you scream.” He pushed his fingers in even deeper.

“There is no way you will make me satisfy you,” I said, fighting not to fulfill his disgusting wish.

“Fucking cunt,” he threw his hand up, slapping me across the face harder than I could have ever imagine.

He yanked my hair forcing his lips against mine. I was getting weaker and couldn’t catch my breath. I started gasping for air until I threw up.

He laughed, “You think just because you get sick I am going to let you leave before we do what we came here to do?”

“I didn’t come here for anything. I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“You’re going to talk to me and then you are going to fuck me, Alex. It’s not that hard to figure out. The thing is, Alex, you could have made this painless if you had just let me take you home from the
Abbie
’s party. I made it easy for you that night, but you are so fucking stupid, you dr
a
nk the whole fucking can. I would have just let you sleep through it. That would have been so fucking hot to fuck you while you looked dead,” his cold wicked stare paralyzed me. “But this way, while I’m in you, I will at least get to hear you
r
screaming.”

“There is no way in hell I will let you,” I said.

He slapped me again, making me feel dizzy. I barely felt it, but I knew I was going to pass out. He’s going to rape me if I do.

I shook my head, trying to snap out of it.

Just keep him talking. Keep his mind on talking until someone helps.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, hearing that I was gasping for air as I spoke.

He leaned his body against me, pushing my panties down while pinning me against the wall with his body. I could hear him unzipping his pants. He started kissing my neck I could feel the head of his penis rubbing against my stomach, wiping the semen around as it moved. I knew I was going to throw up again. 

“Alex, you’re really not feeling well, are you?” He asked, running his hand across my face. I could feel the sticky blood on his hand smear across my cheek. “You know, I’ve always wanted to see your tits, but we should save something for the next time.”

He shrugged casually, “Fuck it,” he said, ripping my shirt open. He yanked the shoulders down around my elbows and reached for my bra hook. “Front hook, very sexy.”

I couldn’t quit crying. My mind wasn’t working fast enough and I desperately needed to get away.

I felt my bra release and then it being pulled open.

He stood, for what seemed like an eternity, looking at my chest, then looked up to the sky and said, “God, you sure knew what you were doing when you made these.”

He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. “I think it would be wise if you let me light this without pulling any stupid shit,” he smiled, lighting the cigarette and blowing smoke into my face.

He took a long drag of his cigarette while he placed both hands on my breasts. My body froze instantly. He put his mouth against mine, blowing the smoke into my lungs, causing them to burn. “Oh man, I can’t tell you how much I’ve thought about this. I think about you so much. Now, you are going to fuck me so all my time thinking about you wasn’t wasted. Lord, you are one sexy bitch. I want to know if you fuck as good as you look.”

He took my hand and wrapped it around his penis, but I jerked it away.

“Stop, please,” I begged. “I don’t understand why you are doing this to me
.
”

“Let me explain,” he said, looking me in the eyes
,
“
i
t’s a bit complicated, so a stupid bitch like you might not understand. You see, I found out some news today that was a bit interesting. In fact, it can change our relationship forever. Should I go on?”

I nodded, not knowing what else to do, seeing him take his shirt off.

He placed his hand on my breast again and started moving his fingers across it. He put his lips on my neck and started moving them downward. I couldn’t stand the thought of his mouth on my breast.

“Tell me, please,” I said, trying to get him to stop.

“Oh yeah,” he looked at me, “I’ve got to tell you what I found out,” he said calmly. He sighed and looked at me, running his hand across my hair out of my face. His eyes were fixated on my eyes as if they were burning into my soul. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Your whore sister and I were going through papers trying to find my birth certificate for college apps. We came across it but under it was a copy of another one. Rachel picked it up and looked at it and totally freaking had a cow. I grabbed the paper and saw it was another copy of a birth certificate. You know what Alex, I’m an only child. Seem
s
kind of strange to have a copy of another person’s birth certificate, doesn’t it?”

I nodded; scared to death he would slap me if I didn’t agree.

He took another drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke slowly out his nose. “I kept looking at the birth certificate, it said twin. I looked at mine and it said twin. Then I saw adoption papers. “Wow, fucking adoption papers.”

Brad stopped and stared at me, the cigarette dangling from his lip, “Look at me, Alex. Look at my eyes,” he said, his voice was stone cold.

“What do you mean?”

“Can you not fucking see we have the same eyes?”

“I have no idea what you’re getting at,” I said, feeling dizzy and confused.

“It looks like my Mom whored around and got knocked up. But at least she was smart enough to get rid of you. She must have known that you would end up the fucked up low-life.”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand,” I said, feeling my legs give out from under me. I fell to my knees, not understanding what was going on.

Brad knelt down in front of me, “Really?” he laughed.

He took another long drag, pushing the smoke out his nose.

“Pretty big news, huh, Sister,”
h
e said motionless, looking at me.

“You’re crazy,” I said, feeling tears pouring down my face. “You’re completely out of your mind.”

“Sometimes I wonder,” he said. I saw him draw his fist back and then he punched me in the stomach. “I don’t care what it takes now, bitch, I’ve thought about it too long to pass up this perfect moment.”

He shoved me down and started pulling my underwear off the rest of the way.

“You fucking liar,” I screamed and started kicking. “Get away from me!” I took my hands and wrapped them around him and with every bit of energy I had dug my nails into his back and dragged them to his sides. I could tell I made him bleed.

“Owe!”
H
e yelled. “Fucking cunt! You fucking scratched the shit out of me.”

I felt him punch me in the stomach with such force; I thought I was going to die.

I doubled over and felt him punch me in the ribs and saw his fist come toward my face hitting me square on the nose. I felt blood pouring down my face

He slammed my head against the ground. I tasted blood flowing down my throat and felt it pouring down the back of my neck.

I saw him push his jeans over his hips and started spreading my legs apart.

I started choking. With every cough, I could feel what seemed like gallons of blood pouring out of my mouth. I fell back to the ground, feeling my head hit the cement, but didn’t feel any pain with the impact. My throat started closing up from all the blood gushing down it. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t get even one more breath. I tried coughing again, but it seemed I was even too weak to cough. “Please, don’t let him rape me. Please, don’t let him touch me anymore. I tried to roll over so I could quit choking on all the blood, but I kept feeling him forcefully push me back. Think Alex. Think of what else you can do to fight him. I was so exhausted and feeling more and more dizzy as I felt blood gushing from my head. I realized I couldn’t feel the pain any longer. The pain was completely gone, only cold. It felt like I was being immersed in frozen water.