Hey guys, Lina here. Chpt 10 is finally here! :p

Disclaimer James Patterson

"Honey, if you could leave us alone for a few minute please." The rapist told my mom. She shuffled away and out of the room, her hands still gripping the beer bottle and pregnancy test.

"What do you want?" I asked, growling.

He simply smiled and laughed taking a step towards me. I stepped back. He took another step forward. I stepped back. Then my feet hit the back of the mattress and I fell on it. He stood above me, grinning, and I gripped the knife in my pocket.

"I want you Max. You're the one who got away." He leaned down and whispered, "and they never get away."

He grabbed my arms and lifted them roughly, in one swife I slashed the knife at his face. Ruby drops of blood sprinkled onto me like rain.

"Shit! Bitch!" He howled and grabbed his face. I couldn't see where I had gotten him but blood poured through his fingers and onto the dirty floor. I started to run, but with one bloodied hand he grabbed my wrist and swung me against the wall. The force of my head hit a hole in the wall. He pushed me on the mattress and I saw what I had done.

A long cut from his right temple, across his face, over his eye, to his chin. The skin was open and gaping like a mouth and I looked stunned at what I had done. I felt my stomach jerk. Despite his injury he grinned, blood on his teeth.

"I like them fiesty."

Then he pushed my shoulders down and jumped on me. I cut his arm and more blood fell on me. He grabbed my wrist and grabbed the knife. It cut his hand and blood went down his elbow. He flung my only weapon away. Then he jumped up and started to pull off his pants. I too jumped up, but to grab a beer bottle for each hand. They were both empty.

He charged at me, and screaming I hit the bottle to his head, the glass breaking and cutting his terrible face. He stumbled and fell forward, knocking me down and the bottle in my other hand broke, some small splinters of glass cutting my skin.

Tears poarded down my face and I wanted to give up. The rapist tore off my pants and I cried for my mother, cried for Fang. The guy once again got into the position, over me and pushed his fingers in me.

"Ahh!" I didn't like this. His fingers were bloody and it made me grimace.

My eyes closed from the strange sensation.

"I hope you know," I opened my eyes to see his red face grinning grossly above me, "I'm not actually going to pay to fuck you."

"Assh-" He grabbed my hips and went in me. I screamed loudly.

In my pain I tried to find something, anything to stop him. There.

There was a bottle. It was to my right I reached out and it was so close. My fingers brushed it. The guy groaned. "Oh yeaa..."

Thinking fast, and ignoring the pain, I yanked out of the man, grabbed the bottle, and swung it with all my might at his head.

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