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CHAPTER 5
Bella's POV
"Connor, please slow down." I pleaded from the back seat, struggling to sit back up after he had pushed me in.
"I told you to move." He said simply, continuing to speed.
"Connor, please..." I whimpered. I noticed him glance at the rearview mirror, looking at me. Slowly but surely, the car's speed decreased. "Thanks." I mumbled, sitting up.
He grumbled out a gruff, "You're welcome."
10 minutes later
"Connor Michaels, I demand you stop this car at once." I snapped sounding oddly like my mum. He glared at me and continued to drive, picking up a little speed if I may say. For the past ten minutes, I have been trying to get him to let me off on the side of the road so that I could walk home. After him repeatedly saying no, I had climbed into the passenger seat so that I could pester him some more.
"Why not?" I demanded, crossing my arms angrily.
"I'm not leaving you on the side of the road, Bella." He snapped, not taking his eyes off of the road.
"WHY NOT?!" I shrieked, throwing my arms up in the air. "That way you could drive wherever and I would be able to go back to the SAFETY of my own house!"
Suddenly he pulled over onto the side of the empty road, slamming his brakes in the process. My breathing hitched as he turned to look at me, moving closer.
"What makes you think you're not safe with me?" He asked, anger lining his every word.
"I- I mean, well... You..." I struggled to find the right words. Normally I would have just said , 'You're the badass playboy who has been arrested so many times before... Nothing about you is safe.' But he was obviously still pissed about what happened with his dad, so making things worse, sooo not my intention.
"Never mind," I muttered, staring straight ahead.
"I'm not moving this car until you tell me." He snapped, glaring at me. Wow... Stubborn much?
"Just ignore it-"
"Stop being such a pussy."
That did it.
"You are a complete douchebag who uses girls and is constantly being arrested. You wouldn't believe the amount of people who told me to stay away from you. You're dangerous- therefore, I'm not safe." I finished my rant while not turning to look at him once. My heart was beating rapidly as I waited for a response.
Then I heard it- a deep chuckle. I looked up in surprise at Connor. He was staring at me, something twinkling in his eyes as he laughed.
"Why- why are you laughing?" I asked, astonished.
"You're the only girl who's ever told me off." He finally said when he had finished laughing. I couldn't help but crack a small smile Honestly, I was expecting Connor to flip a shit.
"You hungry?" He asked. I glanced at the clock, noticing that it was now eleven o'clock. We had left nearly two hours ago, having driven for a while.
"No." I replied, just as my stomach decided to do a very realistic impersonation of a starving bear. Connor let out another laugh and started heading down a road filled with multiple restaurants and coffee shops.
"Here we are." Connor announced, pulling into the almost empty parking lot. I looked up to see a cute coffee shop in front of me.
"I used to go here a lot when I was younger," he explained as we sat down in the empty booth.
"Why'd you stop?" I asked, hoping to keep the conversation going.
He shrugged, looking down at his hands. "I guess I just grew up. But I mean, I still go here every now and then."
"Welcome to Sally's, what can I get you?" The waitress purred to Connor. Her blouse was way too tight, her breasts nearly spilling out.
"Yeah, a new waitress." Connor snapped, not looking up once. I tried to hide my laughter by faking a cough attack as the blonde's jaw dropped and she scampered away.
"That was rude!" I hissed at Connor despite the laughter bursting from me. He just smirked as an elderly waitress came up to us.
"Hello dearies, what can I do for ya?" She asked, smiling.
"Can we have two slices of the blueberry pie, and two decaf coffees." Connor said politely.
She smiled as she wrote down the orders. "Haven't seen you here in a while, Connor Michaels. Lat time you were here..." She paused glancing at me, "Oh never mind." She then headed off to the kitchen.
"What was that?" I asked, playing with the hem of my dress.
"Nothing," he quickly replied, "So, UPenn? Really?"
"Changing the subject? Really?" I countered. I watched as Connor let out his carefree laugh.
"Here you are," Sue, the waitress, announced placing down the tray before walking off.
10 minutes later
I am in heaven.
Connor watched as I scarfed down my second piece of pie. This is without doubt the best pie I've ever had.
"Nomph yum umbr You gonna eat that?" I asked as Connor played with his first piece with his fork.
"No, no, go ahead." He said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I quickly grabbed his plate, eating his piece within a record of three minutes. When I finished I leaned back in the booth, sighing with contempt.
"You enjoyed it?" Sue asked, piling the plates and cups onto the tray. I nodded meekly, wiping my mouth with my napkin for any leftover remnants stuck on my face. Sue handed us the bill as she headed off to the counter.
"Ready to go?" Connor asked after placing a twenty down.
"Sure," I replied, following him out of the coffee shop. As I took my seat in the car, I realized something.
"Oh gosh, my bracelet is missing!" I said, "I must have left it in the diner!" Connor made a move to get out of the car, but I stopped him.
"No!" He turned to me, surprised, "I can go get it." I quickly got out of the car and headed back into the diner.
"Um, Sue?"
"Oh, hello there." Sue said, her warm smile all over her face.
"What were you going to say about Connor?" I asked. Finally, I thought to myself, throughout the whole time there, this had been on my mind. I watched as her smile faded a bit and she glanced around nervously.
"I- I- I can't-"
"It's okay, I won't say anything, I just am curious." I reassured her.
"Okay... well it seems that every time Connor comes here, he has a new gal." I raised my eyebrow, that's the Connor I know. "Anyways, I have been watching him for quite a while, and he is very well know around here."
"How so?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Well, sometimes I listen into the conversations of other people, and this one girl and her friend were talking about him. I had recognized them both come here separately with Connor, and from what I heard, this is his thing- his little go to act." Sue admitted, fiddling with her hands.
"What?" I whispered, shocked. Wow, all this- it was just an act.
"Sweetie, he is using you." I turned my head to the ridiculously annoying voice. It came from our previous waitress. I watched as she made her way to me, a pissed expression on her face.
"He did the same to me, took me out here, made it seem like he was sweet and caring. Then, he f-" She glanced at Sue, "We did it and he didn't even bother sleeping over. Oh no- he left right afterwards."
"So then why were you trying to flirt with him back there?" I asked, confused.
She shrugged, "He hurt me, yes, but something about him makes you want to change him. Stupid, I know, but honestly I wish I could." I nodded at this, so many thoughts going through my head at the moment.
"Thanks guys, but I really should be going." I said as I turned to leave.
"Be careful dearie!" Sue called out as I exited. I gave her a small nod before getting back into the car.
"What took you so long?" Connor asked looking slightly suspicious. I buckled myself and pulled the hem of my dress down.
''I, urm, well, I couldn't find it." I said, trying to sound disappointed. I glanced up at him through the veil of my hair. He still looked slightly suspicious but seemed to shrug it off as he started the car.
"Can you take me home now?" I asked, accidently letting a bit of hostility slip into my tone.
"What? Why?" Connor asked, a little surprised. "We could go to this park I know and just talk." After Sue and the waitress had told me all about Connor, I had planned to keep quiet and pretend like I didn't know anything. But as time passed, I just couldn't help myself.
"And just talk?" I scoffed. "Just take me home." I turned my head forwards, angrily clenching and unclenching my fists. I could start to feel my temper flare up at the thought of Connor using me.
"What crawled up your ass?" Connor snapped, slowing down. I couldn't help myself as I turned to face him.
"Sue and that waitress girl told me about you." I snapped. Connor rolled his eyes and continued driving.
"And?"
At that, I had reached my boiling point. "Did you honestly think you could just use me like that? Is that how lowly you think of me? I get it. You're the playboy of the school; you use girls all the time. But honestly, this was actually pathetic." I spat out, venom dripping into every word.
"It normally works." He said casually with a shrug. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't even try to deny it, or the way he said it, like it meant nothing to him.
"You're sick!" I screamed, I couldn't help myself as my hand flew out in an attempt to slap him. I let out a yelp in surprise as he caught it, only inches from his face. After I got over my shock, I began pulling my hand away, which caused him to stop the car.
"Don't be so dramatic." He snapped, dropping my hand before starting to drive again.
"Dramatic? You are the most vile-" I started
"Awful person in the world?" He guessed. "Yeah, I know. And hun, you knew it to. So thinking that I would just go out with you to some diner without all alternative motive, that's your fault. You can't be mad at me." Connor said with a single ounce of care.
"Take me home. Now." I snapped, tears threatening to fall at any moment. Hold it in, I encouraged myself, everything will be okay. I stared hard out of the window as rain started the drizzle down.
"Don't be a bitch." Connor snarled, "You did this to yourself." I let out an annoyed scream as I slammed my hand down onto the dashboard.
"STOP THE CAR NOW!" I screamed, surprising Connor. He slammed on the brakes, staring at me, completely shocked. I angrily flung open the door and began walking down the road, not knowing or caring where I was going. You can call me names and act like its no bid deal-
But I'll be damned if Connor was going to blame this on me.
By now it was pouring, which meant I was soaking wet attempting to walk home in three in heels and a now latex tight dress.
"Bella, please come back into the car." Connor asked, driving next to me. I snorted in a very unladylike fashion, and continued to walk away. Despite the pounding rain, I heard him groan in frustration.
"Damn it Bella! Get in the car now!" He yelled, getting annoyed. I whirled around, my hand whipping me in the face. Connor glared at me through the open window of his car.
"Rot in hell." I snarled, flipping him off at the same time. Connor slammed his hand on the steering wheel.
"Fine, be that way." He snapped, rolling up his window and driving off. My blood ran cold when he did that. To be honest, I hadn't really planned this out. My whole life I have been stubborn, so refusing to get back into the car wasn't anything new, but him driving off- really unexpected.
Whatever, I thought to myself, I don't need Connor. I wiped my eyes as the rain flooded my face, and then that was when I really took a look around- at where I was.
Well, after observing my surroundings, I had come to a conclusion. I am in the middle of fucking nowhere. I kicked off my heels, picking them up as I trudged along the side of the road.
15 minutes later
"Connor!" I wailed, collapsing on the side of the road. The raining had gotten worse and I was starting to hear faint thunder. My feet were sore and I was beginning to panic, which explains why I was repeatedly screaming his name every five seconds. Suddenly everything lit up, and I turned around.
"Connor?" I asked hopefully, trying to see through the rain. I started moving closer to the road, waving my arms like a mad woman. I froze when I realized it wasn't him, but one of those creepy guys that drive around in tattered vans.
"Hey doll face, lookin' for a good time?" I flinched and moved away shaking my head rapidly.
"Don't be like that." He said, opening his door. I let out a strangled scream as he advanced upon me.
"Get away from me!" I screamed, running as quickly as I could in the opposite direction. Surprisingly, I made it pretty far before a searing pain went through my foot. I let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the ground cradling my foot. It was really dark outside, but I could still see the blood gushing from my foot. Once again everything lit up- a sign that a car was coming. My heart began pounding and I struggled to stand.
Come on Bella, RUN! I began hopping down the side of the road, trying to stay on my tippy toes for my other foot in fear I would make the wound worse. Fear filled me as I heard the car stop and a door slam.
"Get away from me!" I screamed, moving faster. The footsteps behind me grew louder and closer as I tried to move farther away. Tears were streaming down my face as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, forcing me to stay still.
"Please let go of me." I wailed, struggling with everything I had left.
"Bella, shhh, I've got you."
At the sound of his voice, I went limp, collapsing onto him. I was completely drained, the sobs still racking through my body. I didn't even shift once as he lifted me up, carrying me bridal style towards the car. I curled up in the passenger seat, cradling my foot delicately.
I stifled my sobs as Connor started the car. "Listen, the second I left I felt really bad, but I couldn't find a way back. Are you okay?" I nodded my head, hoping that he wouldn't see my foot.
"What happened to your foot?!" He asked, eyes wide.
"I-I-I c-cut it!" I wailed, sobbing. Connor kept glancing at my foot as he drove.
"Just hold on." He muttered, speeding up. I nodded and leaned my head against the headrest, trying to attempt to stop crying.
"Here, wrap it in this." Cole muttered handing me a purple cloth. I sniffled and lifted it up.
"A girl's top?" I asked, strangely amused.
"Just wrap your foot." He said, a small smile playing on his lips. I began wrapping my foot, hissing out in pain every time it touched the cut.
20 minutes later
We pulled into the driveway of a freaking mansion.
"Uh, Connor? Where are you taking me?" I whispered, confused.
"This is my house," he muttered, "Your foot just needs some taping up." Despite my weak protests, Connor carried me inside and upstairs into the bathroom. I couldn't help but gape in aw at the inside of the house. It was gorgeous, like the inside of a museum.
"Wait here." He ordered as he set my down on the counter. The bathroom was nearly the size of my room. I watched as Connor pulled out a large first aid kit, and unwrapped my foot. He grimaced at the sight of the cut while he cleaned the wound, pulling out some Neosporin. He gently dabbed it onto my foot, then wrapped it in gauze.
"There you go, it should be all better." I looked up and smiled at Connor. I felt my eyes start to droop, fatigue taking over.
"You look awful," Connor stated. I glared at him and gingerly hopped down from the counter, looking into the mirror. Oh god... I really did look awful. My hair was sticking up in every direction and there was dirt splattered all over me.
"I need a shower," I murmured, wincing at my appearance.
"You can if you want?" He offered.
"No, no, I should be getting-" My eyes widened and I froze, "My god, Connor, my parents!"
Connor's eyes widened and he cursed loudly. "Fuck... They probably think I hurt you or something..."
"Oh god... Can I borrow your phone?" I asked, hobbling out of the bathroom at full speed. Connor groaned and lifted me, making everything much faster. He handed me the phone the second we got into the kitchen.
"Mum?" I asked, holding my breath.
"Baby! Where did you go?" My mum's worried voice sounded over the phone.
"I'm okay," the tears returning to my eyes, "I'm at Connor's house right now." There was a moment of silence before she spoke again.
"Pumpkin, his parents went back to his house after you guys left. They said you two weren't there. Wherever you are, it's not his house." My eyes widened at this and I glanced at Connor, who seemed to be distracted.
"Did I say his house? I meant his friends. Don't worry mum, I'll be okay. I'll be home soon." I said.
"Pumpkin there is no way in hell I'm letting Connor drive you home through that storm! You just stay there for the night and then come home by eight o'clock tomorrow, no later."
"But-"
"Absolutely not Bellatrix!" She shrieked through the phone, causing Connor to look up at me. "It's too dangerous for you to be driving. I will not allow it!"
I sighed, a sign of defeat. "Okay mum, see you tomorrow at eight." Connor raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Bye Pumpkin, goodnight!" She said lovingly.
I groaned and hung up the phone. What's wrong with that woman? I mean, telling a girl to sleepover at a stranger's house? Sometimes I worry about her. Then I remembered something- I wasn't at the Michael's house. Could this possibly be the place where Connor takes the girls he's about to screw?
"So you're sleeping over?" Connor asked, standing next to me.
"I will not fuck you!" I shrieked, hitting him over the head repeatedly with the phone.
"Bella! Bella stop!" He cried out, shielding his head. I dropped the phone and began whacking him, causing him to start trying to grab my arms. After a good ten minutes of fighting, Connor managed to grab my arms, holding them with one hand over my head with pinning me to the wall.
"What the hell Bella?" He asked, rubbing his head with his free hand.
"Where am I?" I shrieked, "I know this isn't your house because your parents are at your house!"
"Bella this is my house." Connor groaned.
"Liar!" I screamed, struggling at kicking.
"What's going on?" A sleepy James asked, followed by Matt in a similar state. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I realized what was going on.
They were going to gang r*pe me.
"Ahhh! Stay away from me, you crazy psychopaths!" I screamed, managing to kick Connor in the shin, causing him to let me go.
I turned to run for the door, but was scooped up in someone's arms before I could make it.
"What the hell are you screaming about?" Matt yelled, holding me tightly so that I could break free.
"God, Bella, I live here with Matt and James." Connor explained, sounding tired and annoyed.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled and stopped clawing at Matt's hands. They all exchanged looks as Matt let go me go, all watching me cautiously.
"So, Bella, already cracking under the sexual tension with Connor?" James joked.
"Wha- I, no!" I spluttered, crossing my arms.
"Nice dress, by the way. Did you to have sex in the mud or something?" Matt asked, looking me over. I opened my mouth to protest- only to be cut off my laughter.
"Calm down Bells, we're only joking." James said, laughing along with Matt. Connor in the meantime was leaning against the counter, not saying a word.
"I, um- well, is there a place for me to sleep?" I asked, playing with the hem of my dress.
"Bella, Bella, Bella, you could just ask." Matt said, wrapping his arms around me. James laughed as I frowned and pulled away.
"She'll stay with me," Connor announced. Matt and James shared looks as they nodded in agreement.
"Here, come upstairs with me." Connor said, "Still want that shower?" I nodded and took the towels Connor handed me.
"You know where the bathroom is." Connor said.
30 minutes later
That was without doubt the best shower I've ever had. The shower had jets shooting out from every which way, making it feel more like a massage. As I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in the towel. I looked around in the bathroom, searching for-
Clothes.
Darn it.
I realized that I hadn't asked for a change of clothes. Damn it, I thought to myself, I left my clothes with Connor after he insisted that he washed it. The towel was already really short, stopping mid thigh. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself opening the bathroom door.
Wait, where's Connor's room? I stepped out into the hall and-
Slipped on my wet bandages.
"AHHHH!" I shrieked as I fell down. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I struggled to stand and get back into the bathroom.
"You okay?" Connor asked, smirking along with Matt and James.
"I'm fine, I-"
And then the power went out, leaving me only in a towel and stuck with three guys, alone in a house with no way to leave.
"Fuck my life." I groaned.
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