CHAPTER THIRTEEN
My back was pressed into something hard. I moved to sit up, but the arm around my waist squeezed and prevented me from moving.
“Go back to sleep,” Tony grumbled in my ear. I looked at the alarm clock. Four-twenty a.m.
“Where’s Bobbie Jo,” was my soft response. His arm tightened even more.
“She went to stay with her parents,” he answered, sounding exhausted. I didn’t want to ask, I shouldn’t have asked, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Did you ask her to come here and stay with you?” His arm, if possible, tightened more. “You’re hurting me,” I whispered. He loosened his arm instantly, but that little movement was answer in itself.
“Can you please get out of my room?”
“No. Just go back to sleep.” He didn’t sound so sleepy anymore. I pushed against his arm hard enough to move it away and I sat up.
“You ask your fucking girlfriend to come here and stay with you, she declines and you have the nerve to come into my bed? To touch me? I’m not your whore!” I shouted. He jolted up right then, his hair a sexy mess, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
He got right in my face.
“I never treated you like a whore until you became one,” he growled.
I slapped him. The action was uncontrollable and the sound boomed in the half empty room. I shook out my hand and managed to jerk away from Tony to jump off the bed.
I didn’t get far. His arm wrapped around my waist and he threw me to the bed.
“Let me go!” I shouted as I fought, but he was too big.
He towered over me and pinned me to the bed. I didn’t think he’d retaliate, but when he captured my wrists in a tight grasp above my head, I started to panic.
“You want to play rough? I’ll give it to you rough,” he growled.
Keeping a firm hold on my wrists, Tony leaned over, reached down the side of the bed and pulled up a belt from the floor. I was terrified, on the verge of hyperventilating. This was too familiar. I had nightmares about this.
“I’m sorry I slapped you. Please don’t do this,” I begged through the tears that clogged my throat, but Tony ignored me.
“Please stop,” I whispered, my voice shaky. But he didn’t stop.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, but I didn’t hear him over the roaring in my ears. He kissed me and twisted my mouth from his. When I felt his hand working against my wrist and when the belt touched my skin, I struggled.
“Stop!” I screamed, my tears falling hot and heavy. I was trembling and I had no idea how he couldn’t feel it. When Tony lifted his head to look down at me, I turned my face away.
“Please don’t hurt me. Don’t touch me. I’m begging you.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tony shouted, and I winced. Not until he threw himself away from me did I look at him. His body vibrated with rage.
“You’re a fuckin’ bitch, you know that? One minute you act like you want it, the next you won’t even let me touch you. I haven’t the slightest idea why I wasted my fuckin’ time with you!” He shouted and it was too much to bear.
My tears were uncontainable.
“You scared me,” I cried, but he didn’t care.
“Just stay the fuck away from until I can get rid of you,” he finished and the door slammed behind him when he left.
The heart-wrenching, body-wracking sobs that were forced from my body left me in so much pain that I actually lay in bed considering alternative ways to ease the pain. I wasn’t suicidal, but I hurt.
I had nobody.
I never went back to sleep. How could I? My world was shattered. My whole body ached, even my eyes hurt. It was my fault, really. Lex was right when she said I needed to tell him about my past. If I would have taken her advice, this never would have happened.
I had no idea how much time had passed before I calmed down enough to think straight. I realized that what had happened with Tony wasn’t all my fault. Yes, I should have told him about my past, but he had no right to treat me like shit. I had no idea how he couldn’t tell I was terrified.
I considered packing up all my stuff and calling Lex to come get me, but I couldn’t put her in danger. I considered calling Adam, but I had a gut feeling that he would only make things worse. Not that I assumed Tony would actually care anymore, but if Adam found out the horrid things Tony said, he might just kill him.
So, I decided I was going to do exactly what Tony asked. I was going to stay as far away from him as possible. I really didn’t have much of a choice, and whatever miniscule shred of fight I had left in my body had just been ripped away.
By six-thirty a.m., I managed to get out of bed. I went through my morning routine, except this time, I skipped the coffee, tip-toed to the bathroom, dressed in sweats, put my hair up in a messy pony tail and went for a jog. I almost wished for Zacharias to find me. It’d save Tony the hassle of having to deal with me anymore. I didn’t want to deal with myself anymore.