I don’t stop running. I go quicker, needing to flee.
“Macy, stop.” The wind picks up and pushes my hood off my head.
I spin around, my eyes narrow, body taut, ready for a battle. I start to shake my head. “You stop, Landon. Just go back to whatever her name is.” I huff. “Do you even know her name?”
He tries to look innocent. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
I fold my arms across my chest and laugh dryly, “Yeah, it didn’t look like you were doing anything. Did you feel how wet she was? How wet you made her from just giving her the time of day?”
I’m livid. He’s a fucking idiot if he thinks he can tell me he wasn’t doing anything.
“Yeah, she was wet. So what? Does it hurt you to know I made her wet?”
He wants to be the cocky asshole to me that he is to everyone else. Well, fuck that. Turning away from him I start to walk away. I’m not playing his game. Not anymore. I take a few short steps but Landon blocks my path.
He nods in the direction of his truck, “Let me take you home. You shouldn’t be walking out here by yourself.”
I shake my head, “Fuck you. I’d rather be out here in the rain with my chances of being raped than be anywhere near you.”
Landon nods, agreeing. “You hate me that much?”
I scrunch my nose up in disgust. “I hate you more then you will ever know, Landon.”
He smirks, “Good, we’re getting somewhere.”
I try to step around him but he blocks me again. I try again when he reaches forward, grabbing me around my waist. I try to bat his hands away but he lifts me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder.
I pound on his back screaming, fighting, to get down. “Put me down or so help me God, Landon.”
We reach his truck that is parked just a little bit away. He opens the passenger side door and places me on the seat. I try to get up but Landon pins me with a look.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I repeat for what seems like the hundredth time.
Landon slams the door shut and walks around the truck. I reach for the door handle and open the door. I swing my legs over the seat and I’m about to hop down when he grabs my arm stopping me.
“I’m taking you home,” he says in a voice so cold I freeze. He’s never spoken to me like this before. Landon puts the keys in the ignition but doesn’t start it. Turning his head to the side he takes me in.
My body trembles and I run my hands up and down my legs. “Let’s go. Take me home so I can get out of these soaking wet clothes.”
“I’ll show you wet,” Landon mumbles under his breath.
I gasp, my eyes finding his, and I see the seriousness in them.
“In your dreams,” I huff sitting back adjusting my shirt. I try to hide from him. There is no hiding though. Landon sees the hurt, the pain, the darkness. Landon leans over, his body like a magnet, and slips his hand around my neck. I don’t move, don’t pull away. I should but I don’t. I’m the biggest idiot on the whole entire planet.
I tremble. I hate this. I thought after my pep talk to myself earlier that I would be able to check my feelings but I should have known better. Landon has an unbreakable spell over me.
He places a hand on my knee and kisses me. His tongue slips into my mouth as his hand inches up my thigh.
Stop him, Macy. Don’t let him do this.
Landon reaches my panties and pushes them aside. I can’t do this.
I push Landon’s arm. “You can’t do this after you just had your fucking hand up that bitch’s skirt, Landon.” I see my words burning him as they sink in. I’ve never told him no when it came to anything sexual before. “If you want some go back to that piece of trailer trash. You seemed to have been having a good time with her. You weren’t thinking about me, obviously.”
He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares into my blue grey eyes that used to be so full of light, so carefree. But he dimmed them, damn near made them pitch black.
“You, Macy. It’s always you.”
I suck in a breath, shocked by his admission. “I wish I believed you, Landon.”