Unraveling (Second Chances) - By Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,54
and then closed the door.
What the heck?
I don’t think I had ever seen Jared so… unhinged. He’d only gotten weird when I sat on his bed. Did he want me to leave?
I was tempted to go running out the door and ask him, but the bed felt so good.
I could already feel my eyes growing heavy.
A little nap wouldn’t hurt anything, right?
I laid back and closed my eyes.
That’s when the nightmare started.
20
“KATYRINA,” Preston said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He pulled me back against him and smacked a loud, wet, kiss against my cheek. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
I giggled. “Preston, it’s been, like, two hours since you saw me.”
“It feels like forever,” his lips ventured down my neck and I relaxed against him.
“I thought you wanted help with your homework?” I asked.
He chuckled. “No, I just wanted to see you. When will your mom be home?”
I snorted. “Late, like always.”
He released me and turned me around to face him. “Your room?”
I took his hand and led him up the massive marble staircase. It felt cold against my sock covered feet, but the heat from holding Preston’s hand, warmed me right up.
My bedroom door was open and I guided him inside. He closed the door and did something he hadn’t done before. He locked it.
Instantly, I went on high alert.
“Preston,” I said, warningly.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said with a cocky grin, running his fingers through his blonde hair. “I just don’t want the maid coming in. You know how she’s always snooping around.”
I swallowed. “She’s not here today, Preston, you know that. Please, unlock the door.”
“Katyrina,” he said, an edge to his voice. “We’ve been together for almost four years, you’ve gotta give it up sometime.”
“I’m not ready,” I said through my teeth.
He came towards me and I fell against my huge, overly frilly, bed.
“Preston, you’re scaring me,” I said, as he stalked towards me with a grin like the cat that ate the canary.
He took my face between his large hands and pressed his mouth forcefully to mine. When he pulled away, I was breathless, and not in a good way.
“Stop Preston, please stop,” I begged.
“Four years and not once have we had sex,” he looked at me angrily. “A man has his needs, Katyrina, and it’s time you take care of mine.”
“Have you been drinking?” I asked, searching for some answer to his behavior.
“Maybe,” he shrugged.
“I think you need to leave,” I said, my voice coming out stronger than I felt.
He grabbed my wrists tightly in his hands, hard enough to bruise and pushed me back until I lay flat on the bed.
“I’m not leaving until I get what I came for,” spit flew from his mouth.
My chest clenched and I couldn’t breathe. He was heavy on top of me and I wiggled, trying to dislodge him.
He chuckled and pressed his lips against my ear. “I’m not going anywhere, Katyrina, so stop trying to kick me.”
“Get off of me!” I screamed.
“Scream all you want,” he slurred. “No one can hear you.”
“Preston, don’t do this,” I pleaded.
“I wouldn’t have to,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head, “if you’d just give it up. But you won’t, because you think you’re some kind of saint. I wanna see how saintly you are,” he pushed my dress up my thighs and fingered my panties.
“Preston! Stop!” I squirmed against his touch. I wanted to get away from him, but he was too heavy and too strong. I was trapped and my panic was working against me, by draining my energy.
“This would be a whole lot easier if you’d cooperate,” he kissed down the length of my neck, into the curve of my breasts. “You’re always walking around in these hot little dresses, trying to tempt me.”
“I’m not trying to tempt you! Preston! Stop!” I screamed and screamed and screamed. But it was useless.
No one would hear me, because no one was here.
This had to be the one-day that my mother didn’t have someone at the house, doing something, leaving me helpless.
I couldn’t even get my phone; it was downstairs on the kitchen counter.
Preston pushed my dress up further, pulling it over my head, but careful to keep me pinned to the bed.
I clawed at his naked back, breaking the skin, and he winced in pain.
“You want it rough, babe? I’ll give it to you rough,” he growled.
“I want you to stop!” I sobbed. The tears coursed down my face, onto my bed, but Preston didn’t notice.