Page 77 of I Despise You
Chapter 30
MY EYES FLY OPEN, ANDI want to jump up, but I can’t move much because my hands are tied above my head to the headboard of a bed.
I’m in a room, and when I lift my head, squinting at the light coming from the window, I see Chase slumped in a chair to which he’s tied, his eyes closed. There’s a trail of blood going down his forehead.
Alive. We’re both still alive.
But we’re not alone.
An armed guard stands behind Chase and watches him with vigilant eyes. To my right, Chase’s father is pacing up and down, his gaze focused on the ground.
I tug at my bindings, but it’s futile. Even if I free myself, it’s not like I can do anything against two armed men.
But why are we here? What does Chase’s father want and why hasn’t he killed us yet? I’m not really complaining about it, but it scares me, because I don’t know what he has in mind. I just know that he’s a sick, sick bastard with no heart or conscience. Maybe he only wants us to watch each other die slowly and in agony while we’re helpless to do anything about it.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Chase’s father says as he turns to me, and I don’t like the gleam in his eyes.
My legs are free, so I try to kick him when he gets closer, but he easily catches my leg and climbs on the bed.
His hand moves up my leg, almost like a caress, and I feel sick to my stomach.
“It would be a shame for such a beautiful body to go to waste.” He grins at me, pushing what’s left of my dress up.
I try to kick him again or get him to let me go, but he grasps my thighs, spreading my legs open, his smile only widening.
It takes me a second to realize what he intends to do. A wave of nausea hits me, but I take a deep breath. The images of Kayla fighting flash in my mind.
He enjoys this. He enjoys the struggle. It turns him on. Even though every inch of my body wants to fight, I go completely still.
I know I can’t fight him off. He’ll pin me down easily since I’m already tied up. All I can do is not give him what he wants.
I lift my eyes to his, unflinching. He unbuttons his pants, annoyance flashing through his eyes.
“Aren’t you going to scream?” he asks.
I keep staring at him.
His fingers bury in my dress, and he yanks at it with so much force, the material rips.
I focus on my breathing. One breath in. One breath out. Whatever he does, I can’t let it affect me.
His smile fades when he reaches for my panties and I don’t react.
“Give me your gun.” He turns to the guard, extending his hand. “She needs a little persuasion because she’s too shy.”
I don’t know how any of that makes sense, but the guard approaches and hands him the gun. Chase’s father points the gun at me. My heart is threatening to jump out of my chest, but I don’t want to show it.
I can’t.
A loud crashing sound startles both of us. I barely see Chase as he pounces on the guard. His father has to turn his head to see what’s going on, and I use his distraction and kick the gun out of his hand.
Chase fights the guard and manages to shove him through the door. After he locks the door, Chase throws himself at the gun before his father can even get off the bed.
“Get away from her!” Chase grows as he points the gun at his father, who raises his hands up and backs away.
“Son, you don’t want to do this.”
“You’re a monster.”
