The boy next door (Dylan O'Brien)

Chapter 24

Ella's PoV

Dylan had started to undress me, yet left me in my underwear. He then grabbed a flannel and started to wash off the tiny spec of chocolate that had gotten onto me. Then then tried me off and removed his shirt, to reveal that he obviously worked out. He placed this shirt over the think. He then placed a towel around my shoulders then grabbed me by the hair, causing me to Yelp, and stuck my head under the running water. He then pulled my head out and quickly scoped the towel over it then turned off the shower.

He grabbed his shirt from the sink and put it on me, it was obviously too big but Dylan went with it. I didn't really see the point since my cloths where still wearable.

He opened the bathroom door and walked me to my bedroom. I saw my covers had been changed. My mother was still in my room and she turned to us. I saw her eyes widen when she saw Dylan

"Her cloths are in the wash and I didn't want her exposed so I gave her my top" his smooth lies tricked her mind and burned my throat

" what a gentle man, look I've changed your covers, should be Chocolate free now" she said and she walked past us, getting a second glance at Dylan's combusting muscles.

I shook my head slightly as I walked into my room and to my draws. Dylan shut the door and rushed over to me as I began to open the draw but he grabbed me from behind and dragged my over to my bed

He took no time in pushing my down onto it and started to slide his hands to places where they shouldn't be.

I gritted my teeth and tears began to ball

"Dylan no please" I begged me whispers as tried to push his hands away. I didn't want this pain

"I wasn't going to until you hit me" he spat as he grabbed one of my hands and pinned it over my head. He lied. He was going to do it either way

I began to scream slightly but Dylan moved his hand from my arm onto my mouth to hush me

"Come on, give yourself to me, you know it stopped it from hurting the other times" his sick words ran though my blood and I knew he was right. It hurt less when I didn't fight back.

Either way he would take what wasn't his and I'd be stolen from. It would end, it wasn't contact. It would happen and I could pretend to heal.

I slowly relaxed myself

"Good girl" he whispered and he began to take full control.

He slowly slid my underwear down, and slowly pushed my legs apart and slowly got himself into position.

"Just escape to your happy place"

I was trying. I really was. But it's hard when your happy place is burning too.

"If your going through hell keep going"