*A/N: this chapter contains content that may be triggering to some readers. Please read at your own risk!!*

My wild night with Hayden was...amazing. Nothing can ever comprare to that, to him.

The way he always manages to make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, always pressing the right buttons, teasing me enough to kill me. I honestly don't know how he does it. It's just something about him and I.

I was floating on cloud nine all day. Avrey wanted to hang out, so I had to break free from Hayden's hold and meet up with her.

But I couldn't stop the bliss I was feeling.

"You're smitten," Avrey smiles at me from across the table. "Who is he?"

I bring my hands over my mouth to hide a smile, then shrug. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look at you," Avrey chuckles. "You literally have hearts in your eyes. Who is he?"

"No one," I shake my head. "Can't I just be happy?"

"Of course," Avrey grins. "But the hickey on your neck says otherwise. So spill."

My hand immediately clasps around my neck. Then I roll my eyes. Hayden loves leaving just one hickey visible to everyone, jealous ass.

But I'm dumbfounded. I can't exactly tell her that it's Hayden. Cause then I'll have to explain to her how Hayden and I even started, and I don't want her to know.

I never wanted anyone to know, to look at me different. Like I was a pitiful, broken girl. Then things change, and it won't be the same anymore. I don't want that. I just wanted everything to be normal with everyone.

Hayden was an exception.

"It's...new," I say, half honestly. "It's new territory for me. But it's real." I say with a smile. "And until we can work some things out, I kinda just wanna keep it between us."

Avrey nods. "I respect that." She sighs. "Is he good in bed?"

"Avrey!" I laugh.

"What? That's a dark ass hickey. I can only imagine how hard he had to have sucked to—"

I throw up my hands. "Stop it," I laugh.

Her eyes hold amusement. "Is he?"

I bring my drink to my lips and take a swig, shrugging. "I mean, yeah."

"Such a prude," she sighs heavily. "I'd tell you."

I look over at her. "Would you? Would you really go into the details of the best sex of your life?"

Her smile fell, cheeks flushing. I almost ask her who's hers is, cause obviously it's someone. But she quickly rolls her eyes.

"Touché, Nana."

I push my hair behind my ear. "How is Landon, anyway?"

She smiles. "He's great. Last night he took me home, since he didn't drink the whole night just for me. And he walked me to my door and may have mentioned how hot we were dancing together last night."

"Oh, he did?"

"Mhm," she nods. "Said I could dance with him anytime I wanted."

"I bet he did."

"And he kissed me goodnight in such a way that I almost didn't let him go home."

"But you did?" I tilt my head. "Is there a reason why you're waiting so long with him?"

Avrey looks away, putting her chin in her hand. "I just don't wanna rush it. If he's real, then I want the moment to be right." She looks at me. "Was there a moment that built up to the right one with your guy?"

I think back to the first time Hayden and I had sex, goosebumps spreading across my skin. Then I nod slowly.

"Yeah," I smile. "There was."

"See, I want that." Avrey smiles, almost sadly. "Knowing it's right."

I nod in understanding. I've hooked up plenty of times. But when it's with someone you love? When it feels right? It's just different. There's nothing that can compare to feeling like one with them.

It's one of the best feelings I have with Hayden.

It's almost addicting, honestly. It's why I can't seem to help myself, or my body, with how it reacts to him. Because it's just natural, real. And nothing can compare to being close with him.

I miss him.

I pull out my phone, sending him a text.

Me: miss you

Hayden was quick with his response.

W: You do?
Me: yea, a lot actually
W: How do you miss me, baby?

I look up at Avrey, who's grabbed her phone, as well. Then I go back to Hayden.

Me: well, Av was asking a bunch of sex questions. and now I can't stop thinking about last night...
W: Is that so
Me: especially when you braced me against your headboard and fucked me rough against it
W: You like it rough, don't you baby?
Me: I like everything you give me, Hayden. a little too much
W: No such thing as liking sex too much. We just get each other, that's what makes it different.
Great. Now I'm thinking of your come-filled tits and I'm getting hard.
Next to Brooks
Thanks a lot

I snort and lock my phone, letting him deal with it a bit. Avrey and I finally decide to leave the mall food court and continue shopping.

Avrey dragged me to Victoria's Secret, so I indulged in a bit of lingerie shopping. I grabbed a sheer black bra and walked into the changing room. Now, I didn't typically try on bras here before I buy them. But I did want to put it on and tease Hayden with it, just a little.

So I took off my shirt and bra, slipping the black one on. I turn to the mirror, nodding in approval. You can clearly see my nipples through the sheer, so I pulled out my phone and held the camera in front of my chest.

Once I got a decent picture, I texted it to Hayden.

Me: yay or nay?
W: WTF LINA
IM RIGHT BESIDE YOUR BROTHER

I smirk.

Me: oh I'm so sorry baby
if you don't wanna see my lingerie, all you had to do was say so
W: Get out of here with that bullshit. I just had to run to the bathroom.
Is that for me?
Me: if you like it, yes
W: Only problem is that it won't stay on long
You know that, right?
Me: so...yes?
W: That's a fuck yes, baby
Be a good girl and get some matching panties I can rip off you.
Me: 😑 no more ripping my clothes, Hayden. this shit is expensive
W: You know you like it

Damn him.

Me: shut up
W: Hurry up already. My hand isn't cutting it right now. I need to fuck you. Preferably in the shower again. That was fun ;)

I feel my stomach tighten.

Me: omw

I quickly changed out of the bra and got dressed. I paid for the bra and a matching thong, grabbing the bag from the clerk.

Avrey didn't object to going back home to hang out, which I was grateful for.

Cause Hayden was at the house with Brooks.

And now, I just wanted to be there.

But when we pulled up, my mood turned sour when I saw Roy sitting on the porch, beer in hand. My stomach churned at the sight of him. But I shoved it down and climbed out of the car.

Avrey said her polite hello, but I quickly pushed her inside, getting away from Roy and his disgusting gaze. I call out to Brooks, who comes around the corner.

"I'm grilling out back, we're almost done. You guys wanna come hang?" Brooks says as he grabs a seasoning from the cabinet.

"Sure," Avrey shrugs.

"Yeah. I'm just gonna run and put this in my room."

Brooks nods and Avrey follows him outside. I climb the stairs, walking down to my room. I grab my key from my pocket and unlock my door. I step inside and set my bag on my dresser, then grab my phone charger. I close my door behind me and lock it.

I'm slipping my key back in my pocket when Roy scared the shit out of me. I jumped back, narrowing my eyes at him.

"What do you want?"

He doesn't say anything. He just lifts his hand towards me. I'm quick to slap it away. But that only angers him. He shoves me against the wall, one hand on my throat, the other pressing against my collarbone.

"Such a slut," he slurs. "Prancing around here with fucking hickeys all the time."

I push him off me with all my strength. He stumbles back, but backhands the shit out of me. I grip my cheek as he uses his whole body to pin me against the wall.

"Get off me, Roy," I say, struggling against him.

"Shut up, fucking bitch," he slurs.

His hand pushes under my shirt, grabbing my breast. I cry and push, but he grabs the top of my hair and slams my head against the wall, causing my vision to blur.

I'm blinking over and over again to try and see straight. I feel both of Roy's hands under my shirt, pushing under my bra. He grabs me, groaning against my neck. I feel him harden against me, making me sick.

"I love these tits," he chuckles darkly. "I hate they belong to such a whore."

I feel the tears stream down my cheek. Roy pushes the fabric up, exposing me to him. I start to push him off, but he repeats the same action: slamming my head back against the wall.

I feel lightheaded. Nauseous. I want to scream, but nothing seems to come out.

Roy moves one hand down and reaches for the button on my jeans. I swear I tell him to stop, but I don't know if he hears me. Or if anyone hears me. He manages to unbutton them, making me snap back.

I push him, using my leg to kick him away from me. I don't get far before I feel his hand around my throat, shoving me back against the wall. His grip is tight around my throat, making it hard to breathe.

"I told you," he viciously says. "If I want to touch you, I'm gonna fucking touch you."

I grab onto his wrist, trying to pull him off me. Air was trying to get into my lungs, but he was making it impossible. He kept me like that, using his other hand to get back under my shirt and forcefully squeeze my breast until it hurt.

"Yeah, you like that?"

I could barely register what he was saying. The edges of my vision was turning black. I could feel life slipping away, my body starting to turn limp.

He was gonna kill me. He was actually gonna fucking kill me.

Roy was like a little boy going through puberty, like it was his first time touching tits. Cause he just kept squeezing them and pulling on them, too hard.

But just as I thought I was gonna fade into the darkness, I heard my saving Grace.

"Lina? Where are you?"

Hayden.

Oh, God. Hayden.

Hearing his voice was like a shot of adrenaline; I grabbed Roy's thumb and pulled it all the way back, no remorse. Roy started to scream like a bitch, but he let me go.

I collapsed on the floor, crawling away. "H-h-Hayden," I cough, trying to get to him.

Then I hear heavy footfalls, and arms around my waist. I look up, vision still blurry as I grab onto Hayden's arm.

"Don't leave me." I beg, voice weak and horse.

"I'm not, baby. I'm right here." He pulls me up to my feet, feel him fixing my shirt, pulling me down the stairs.

My vision is clearing as we reach the bottom step. Hayden looks furious. The door opens, my mom coming through the front door. She sees us and pauses.

"Lina? Are you okay?"

"Why don't you go ask the fucker who just assaulted her?" Hayden growls.

I've never heard him so angry.

"What?"

"Hayden," I beg. "Please, don't."

"No fucking way Lina," he shakes his head, pushing me behind his body. "I just found Lina running away for her life upstairs."

"I don't understand," my mom shakes her head.

"Roy, your perfect fucking husband, was just trying to rape her!"

My mom blinks. Then she shakes her head. "No. My Roy wouldn't do that. He's a good man."

And something about hearing her defend him triggered me. Cause I stepped out of behind Hayden, glaring at my mother.

"A good man? You can't be serious."

"He's always been good to us, Lina. What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" I raise my voice, despite how much it fucking hurt. "What am I doing? What I was doing is trying to protect you. But what have you ever done to protect me?" Roy comes down the stairs, clutching his thumb in hand. I point at him. "That monster just tried to rape me. Again."

"What?"

This time, that came from Brooks. I turn to see him standing in the hallway. Avrey behind him. I didn't want this. I didn't want them to know.

But everything's coming crashing down. So I'm just gonna let it burn.

"Roy raped me when I was fourteen, mom. Fourteen!" I step closer to her. "He raped me again at fifteen. He waited a whole year before he raped me again, on my seventeenth birthday. And just cause he could," I stop in front of her. "He raped me again."

I shake my head, body shaking. My throat burns, but I can't stop yelling.

"He violates me constantly. He thinks he has a sick claim on me, so he can touch me whenever he wants. Shoves his fat fucking fingers down my shirt, or my pants. Just cause he wants to. And let's not even talk about how many times he would've raped me if someone hadn't walked in."

I hear Avrey sob. I hear Brooks curse under his breath. But my mom? She's standing there as if I'm not saying something important.

"He hits me. Puts me down. Says I'm a slut who no one will love. That I'm only good to be used as a sex rag doll. He would've fucking killed me five minutes ago just to get off on touching my tits if it wasn't for Hayden coming up those stairs." I press a hand to my throat. "Cause he was choking the life out of me. Does that sound like a good man to you, mother?"

Brooks snaps. "You fucker!"

And then he was on Roy. Punching, over and over again. I watched, hearing the bones crack under Brooks' intense punches. I moved nothing to help him.

"Brooks," my mother scolds. "Stop!"

Hayden walks over, puts his arms under Brooks' and yanks him off Roy. Brooks is fighting to get back to Roy, but Hayden holds him back.

"He isn't worth jail time, bro."

My mom locks eyes with me again. And she does the last thing I expect.

She slaps me.

"How dare you make up lies like this?"

I grasp my cheek. "The fuck?" Hayden says, stepping beside me. "Do you not see her already bruising face and neck? Do you not see Roy's dislocated thumb because she fought back? Are you fucking dense?"

"Get out." My mom says, coolly, to me. "Get out!"

"You're throwing me out?" I finally cry. "Me? Your own daughter?"

"You're a liar and manipulator. You don't think Roy tells me when you come onto him? How he has to remind you he's with me, your mother?"

"You can't be serious," I shake my head, tears falling down my face. "You don't believe me?"

"No," she shakes her head. "Now get out of my house!"

Roy was right.

No one would believe me.

And now I'm being kicked out of my own house. Rejected by my own mother.

Roy wins.

And that thought is sickening.

Everything felt as if it were in slow motion, seeing everything unravel. Hayden, Brooks, my mom and Roy, are all yelling at each other, pointing fingers and assigning blame.

I let everything burn. So without another word, I turn and walk out of my home with nowhere to go.

A/N

Lina, my baby...

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