Torment Her (Rebels At Sterling Prep #5) - Caitlyn Dare Page 0,2
let out an indignant huff.
“Conner.” It’s a female voice, but it doesn’t sound like Remi.
Jesus, what is this place? A hotel for stray kids?
The second the door closes, the silence is deafening. I don’t want company, but being alone brings its own nightmares. No matter how hard I try to keep them at bay, the memories infiltrate my mind.
Screwing my eyes shut, I try to think of something—anything—but what happened.
“Warren, you’re hurting me.”
His grip on my hair tightens. “Hurting you? I’ll fucking kill you if I find out anything happened with you and Jagger.”
“It... it didn’t,” I breathe, clamping my hands around his, trying desperately to claw his fingers from the hair at my scalp.
Warren shoves me into the wall, the air whooshing from my lungs. “I saw the two of you.”
“Talking,” I implore, holding up my hands as a shield. “We were just talking.”
“And what did you tell him, Kenny? Ay? What the fuck did you tell him?” His eyes are wild, spittle flying from his lips.
When he’s like this, it’s impossible to get through to him.
“I-I didn’t tell him—”
His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing so tight I see stars. “Jagger’s still got a hard-on for you. Everyone knows it. Well, let’s see if he’ll still want you when I’ve ruined you.” He starts clawing at my clothes, my breasts, my pussy. His touch is cruel. Rough and painful.
“Warren, please. Let’s just forget about tonight. I’ll make you feel good, baby. I’ll make you feel so good.” I try to kiss him, but he pins me in place, slamming my head against the wall. Pain ricochets through my skull as stars swim across my vision.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” He chuckles darkly before dragging his tongue up my cheek. “And when I’m done with you, Conner Jagger won’t ever look twice at you again.”
I wake with a start. My breathing is ragged, my pulse drumming in my ears. It’s dark, the room still and quiet.
There isn’t a part of me that doesn’t ache or hurt. But the pain is already less intense. Hopefully, it means I’m healing fast and can leave here soon.
Something shifts over in the shadows and I freeze, fear choking me.
“H-hello?” I manage to say.
“It’s me.”
I strain against the darkness to find Conner sitting there, his expression haunting.
“You’re watching me sleep? Really? That’s messed up,” I sneer.
“Kenny, please... I just needed to know you were okay.”
“I will be when I get out of here.”
“And go where? Back to hi—”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare.” Anger bubbles up inside me.
He drags the chair closer, his eyes fixed right on mine. “What happened?”
I know then that he isn’t going to let this go.
Conner is going to push and push, until eventually I snap.
“I was attacked.” The lie rolls off my tongue. “After we talked, I started walking home and someone must have...” I trail off.
“You’re saying you don’t know who did this?” His eyes narrow.
“It’s the Heights. Shit happens.” I shrug.
“Kenny, come on. I saw the bruises at the party. You don’t have to lie to me. I can protect you.”
“Protect me?” I balk. “You think you can protect me?”
“Yeah. I have resources, money... you can stay here and we can—”
“Conner, stop. Just stop. This isn’t a fairy tale. You don’t get to ride in on your white horse and rescue me. This is my life.”
“Kenny, please, just think about it. You don’t have to go back to him. Not if he’s hurting you.”
My heart thunders in my chest. It would be so easy to say yes, so easy to let him try and fix this... but the harsh reality is, Conner is the reason I’m in this situation in the first place.
This is all his fault.
And I’ll never forgive him for it.
Chapter Two
Conner
Kenny doesn’t say anything else. Instead, she turns her eyes away from me and focuses on the wall, attempting to block me out.
I sit there for a few minutes before my need to move, to do something, gets the better of me.
“This is fucking bullshit, K.” I push from the chair and storm from the room.
I want to sit beside her and comfort her. Be her shoulder to cry on. But for that to happen, she needs to stop shutting me out.
The door slams behind me, and I fall back against it.
Not a second later does Cole’s bedroom door open and a blonde head pokes out.
“Is she okay?” Hadley asks, concern for Kennedy pulling her brows together.
“Fuck knows,” I spit. Some people might be affected by