Heyyy so I thought the cliffhanger might be too much for you guys to handle, lol, so I uploaded a little earlier than intended. Umm, I guess I'll leave you to it then! Enjoy!!:)
Btw: there's a scene that's not graphic but some might find kind of disturbing so I guess a VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED warning goes in hand with this chapter....
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Stuck in Europe with my brother and his best friend? FML! Did I mention he's a jerkface man-whore?
Chapter 5:
Zoey's POV:
I felt disoriented for a moment, trying to think but unable to come up with a coherent thought. Honestly, my mind was just a mess.
How the hell did he get in here? I haven't seen him in way too long.
"Cole?" I asked again, when I didn't hear his reply.
"Zo..." he whispered. I could see him slowly leaning forward.
"Stop Cole," I said, finally snapping out of it. He had completely taken me by surprise and I had to clear my head.
I jumped out of bed and ran to my bathroom, locking the door behind me.
The clock on my wall said it was around three in the morning. Damn.
After taking a few deep breaths, I started to think straight again. What the hell was he doing here?
Cole and I had met a little bit over a year ago at a party, dating almost immediately after meeting. Then after only two months together, I caught him cheating on me. With his younger sister's 14 year old best friend. He was 18 at the time.
We didn't talk after that and he graduated. I hadn't kept in touch because, well to put it in kind words...he was an asshole. Yeah, that's as kind as a person can get about Cole.
And now he was in my room, inside the covers on my bed, with his perfect toothy smile and those gorgeous hazel eyes and his hair messed up the way that all the girls like. Ugh! I remembered why I hated him so much. Cheating bastard.
I heard a knock on the door.
"Go away," I growled. Slowly, I was coming back to my senses and with that came the sadness, the hurt, the anger, and most of all simply hate.
"Please, lemme talk to you." Idiot. "I miss you." Pathetic idiot.
It's been a fucking year Dumbshit! "Get the hell out!"
He knocked again. "Please, please. I just wanna talk to you and explain. Please!"
I sighed and blinked away some tears that had regretfully gathered in my eyes. "Okay asshole. You have two minutes before I tell Jace to kick your sorry ass out of my house," I said through the door.
I opened it slowly and came face-to-face with Cole. Except this Cole was different. He wasn't happy-go-lucky Cole anymore. He'd been so sweet to me those few weeks spent together. This Cole had an expression in his eyes that sent shivers down my body. And not in a good way.
Before I could close the door on his face, scared with what I was seeing, Cole gripped my upper arms and brought his lips to mine.
I struggled to get him off of me. "Sto-"
My voice was cut short by his lips, smashing against mine again.
I managed to pull away a second, yelling, "Let go!"
"C'mon," he started, "you can't deny what we have."
I was shocked. His lips were pushing against mine again but I wasn't reacting. He began to get aggravated and growled. "I know you still love me," he said.
I gasped. He assaulted me again and this time, I shrieked. He put his hand over my mouth and pulled us to the bed.
I saw an opportunity when he tried to pull my shirt off. I quickly kneed him where I knew would hurt but he managed to dodge.
I screamed against his hand, praying Jace would hear.
By now, I was sobbing, shocked that this guy was going to rape me and I couldn't do anything about it.
"Shh, baby, don't cry. It'll feel so good. You'll see," he murmured, with a glint of anger.
I screamed again when he finally got my shirt off. And I didn't stop screaming.
"Shut up whore!" he yelled at me.
I sobbed and screamed again. Cole punched me and I fainted.
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Kyle's POV:
I was dreaming. Dreaming of her. Again. And I couldn't be happier. I knew that she hated me. Or pretended to. Either way, I had to make her mine. I just had to.
And so I kept on dreaming. Just when things were getting good, though, I was jerked awake by a scream.
I sat up in my bed, the one I used in the guest bedroom when I was too lazy to walk to my own house, and listened.
Nothing.
Huh, weird.
And then as soon as I put my head back on the pillow, I heard that scream again. I froze. This time, the screams didn't stop.
That was Zoey...and she was clearly in trouble.
I ran out of my room and was in hers in a flash.
She was no longer screaming.
What I saw boiled my blood.
Cole, her last boyfriend, was straddling her, trying to take of her pajama bottoms. But the worst part was that Zo was unconscious. The bastard.
Before I had another thought, I was on the guy, pulling him away from Zoey's body by his precious hair. I threw him on the ground and punched the shit out of his face. It surprised me that he didn't fight back until I realized that I'd already knocked him half unconscious. Wimp.
I kicked his ribs as I got off him and rushed to Zoey, leaving the asshole on the floor, whimpering like the little girl he was.
Zo was shirtless, unconscious, bloody and yet still managed to be the hottest woman I'd seen in my life.
I hugged her close to my body as I saw the jackass lift himself up and walk out of the room.
I was tempted to follow him and cause more damage but looking at Zo, I knew I had better things to do.
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Zoey's POV:
My jaw hurt and I could tell that my lip was busted open. My arms hurt and were no doubt bruised. And I had the unconscious need for revenge.
Cole.
"Ughhh," I groaned. Note to self: do NOT move.
"Zoey, you okay?" I heard someone ask.
I was still out of it but I could tell that it was a man's voice. I stiffened, scared that Cole was still here.
I started crying again, afraid of him hurting me all over again. I really couldn't defend myself if he tried now.
"Shh, Zo, he's gone. It's me. It's okay, I'm here," he said again, this time placing a hand on my face, pushing my hair back.
I cringed away. My cries became sobs and I felt an arm unwrap itself from my waist.
The missing heat brought in mixed emotions. I was cold now.
"Sorry Zo," he said.
I was a little bit more focused this time, and I knew enough to recognize the voice as a friend. I wanted to say thanks, realizing that Cole was probably not here anymore. But my voice wasn't working.
"I'll be right back. I'm gonna get you some water, babe," the man said, before getting off my bed. I was moved by the sudden lack of weight on the mattress and it hurt my torso. I hissed at the pain.
"Sorry, sorry," I heard. And then the door opened and closed.
But I knew who had saved me. Kyle.
I tried to open my eyes and managed to keep them like that. I groaned as I moved off my bed.
Slowly, I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen where I assumed Kyle was.
I found him there all right. And the sight scared me.
Kyle was sitting at the island in my kitchen, his face in his hands. He sighed loudly and dug his palms into his eyes.
Damn. He was worried.
I walked quietly towards him and stretched my arms around his neck once I reached him. I hissed at the pain that my biceps were feeling again. He quickly wrapped his arms around me and sat me down on the chair.
"Shit, Zo, why'd you walk down the stairs?" he scolded. "I was on my way up with your water."
He didn't let go of me and I just snuggled my face into the nook of his shoulder, closing my eyes in his warmth. I'd unwrapped my arms from him, trying to ease the pain, but I held onto his shirt, crumpling into one of my hands.
"Thanks, Kyle. I owe you," I whispered.
He sighed again. "No, you don't owe me anything. I was almost too late."
"But you weren't," I insisted.
Kyle chuckled and I found relief in the sound.
"Kyle, what happened to Cole?" I asked, before I could stop myself.
He stiffened. "You don't have to worry about him anymore."
Kyle unwrapped himself from me and looked at me for a second. He shook his head, just a little, not even bothering to smirk at me, and turned to the refrigerator. He got a glass and filled it with water and brought it to me. My arms were even worse now and he somehow seemed to know.
Kyle brought the glass to my lips and I drank, looking straight into his eyes when I was done. He put the glass down on the island and stretched his arms out towards me.
"C'mon. Let's get you upstairs and in bed," he said, showing off a side in him that I hadn't seen since he'd beat up Andrew Jameson when I was in fifth grade after Andrew pulled my hair in the playground. Kyle punched him in the mouth and smirked at me. Good ol' Kyle.
I let him carry me to bed, trying to keep the hisses and groans to a minimum. It helped that he went really slow so that I didn't shake much. The motion was so soothing that I fell asleep in his arms.
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So what do we think???? I can honestly say that this whole idea popped into my head as I was writing. I don't like rape scenes in stories or books even when there is a good guy there to save the damsel in distress. But I guess I can see why the scene is so useful for authors and writers. It brings people together.
But anyway....i'm rambling again:(
Lol so I hope you liked it. I know it was kind of cliché that he would save her and everything but what can I do...it was the only way I could think of letting you guys see a different side of Kyle.
Anywayssssss. I just wanted to take a few seconds to thank all of my fans! You guys rock! You're the reason I'm writing this story at all(:
<3 Luce
P.S. Song of the day:
Deja Vu by 3OH!3 gotta love 'em!!!
and um...what else did I listen to todayyy??
MODERIN SWINGER by the Pink Spiders! tht's quickly becoming my favorite song of the summer i think:)