I don't own Higher Ground. I wish I did but the only thing I own are my characters.
This chapter is from Shelbys POV. Just so no one gets confused.
His lips on mine hurt and thankfully he pulled away from my mouth quickly again. He looked down at me with those hazel eyes of his. They were normally light but they seemed darker now.
His eyes scanned by body and all I could this was: not again. Oh please not again. The last thing I wanted was to be raped. I couldn't handle it again. I prayed silently to myself that that was not his intention but I knew deep down that it was.
His hands searched my body as he found one of my breast. I took a sharp intake of air and closed my eyes as he grabbed it.
"I really like the shirt, babe." Mike said to me and I hoped that was all but it wasn't. "I'm going to like it much more when it's off."
I closed my eyes and refused to make eye contact with him. I don't think he liked it. He grabbed my arms in a grip that was so strong it was almost bruising me. He let go of my arms and grabbed my chin and forced me to turn my face towards him. On reaction I opened my eyes and looked into his own. He must have been happy with that for he went back to having his attention on getting my shirt off. I wasn't complying.
He took one of his hands and grabbed part of the shirt and ripped the black thread. It was right in the middle of the short so he could see my stomach and the only thinking separating him from my breasts was my bra. He ripped the rest of the shirt off so I was now standing in jeans and a black bra.
How do I get out of this?
There was no way I could try by being stronger than him. No way. I had to do something I swore to myself I would never do again. I had to pretend like I enjoyed it. Maybe if I did that, it would make him vulnerable enough for me to get out of here. I had no choice.
Even though the feel of his hands on me made me want to be sick, I relaxed into what he was doing and acted towards him how I acted to all of the men when I was a prostitute. He must have noticed that I relaxed because he stopped and looked at me.
"See. Now that's better." He said in a voice that still sounded too dark to be from a normal human being.
Normally when I was playing this act, I would have responded to that remark but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Just acting relaxed with him touching me was hard enough for me to do.
His hands were traveling all over my body and I struggled to keep my body relaxed. I had to keep him thinking that I was now enjoying it. I kept my body calm but my mind was going crazy. Every thing in my head telling me that what I was doing was wrong and I knew that it was wrong but I didn't have any other options. If I wanted this to end, I had to act.
His hands moved to my waist and his un buttoned my jeans. I had to stop him. I grabbed his hands, which he didn't like . Shit! I made up for it though. I put a fake sultry look onto my face and forced a fake smile. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He had a nice body. If I wasn't with Scott and he a complete ass hole, I would have thought he was hott but now he was just repulsive. I had to pretend I liked what I saw though.
I kept the smile on my face and I tried to think of anything that would stop him from going further on me. I didn't want to but I forced myself to go on my tip toes and plant a kiss on his lips. I moved my mouth down his neck and he moaned, breathing my name softly.
I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that it was Scott but that failed. Mike felt, smelled and tasted different than Scott. That idea was out. I just had to keep up my acting.
I continued to kiss Mike's neck but he grabbed my head and pulled it away from his neck. I was confused. Didn't he want my mouth on him? Isn't this what he wanted? The confusion must have shown on my face for he gave a faint smile and pushed my back to the wall again.
He moved my blonde hair off of my neck and started to do to me what I was doing to him just a moment before. His mouth was moving down my neck and collarbone. I knew he was meaning to go lower. I wanted so back to push him away but I restrained myself.
You're just playing acting, I reminded myself, Just playing a part. You've done this so many times before. You can do it again. Keep up the act just a little bit longer and you'll be free.
One of his hands grabbed for my breast and he was obviously enjoying my not pulling away or tensing at his touch. I kept my body relaxed like I knew I had to. His hand massaged one of my breast and I forced a moan to come from my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to be somewhere else so I wouldn't have to deal with this but it didn't work.
He was rubbing my body in spots that would normally be pleasurable but just hurt with how hard he was rubbing. Even if I had liked him, it would still be too hard for me. I normally don't mind touching the line between pleasure and pain but not with him. Not with Mike. The pain was getting to intense. His hands exploring my body in spots where I knew I would have bruises the next day.
I had to think of a way to get his mind off of touching my so forcefully.
I moved my hands and un did the button and zipper of his pants which finally got his attention. His eyes looked to me in surprise and minus the disgust I was feeling, I kept the sultry look on my face.
I moved my hands into his boxers and his eyes fluttered close. His whole body relaxed and he finally gave me enough room to move. Just having him relax wasn't enough though. He was still in front of me. I started to move my hand across the length of him and he finally seemed to trust me enough so that I could pin him against the wall and let me be in control. I moved him so now his back was to the wall and I was the one closer to the door.
My plan worked. Now I just had to continue it.
I continued to move my hand until he was so close and was completely unaware of anything else. Once my hands moved, he would notice though. That would stop the plan dead in its tracks. I had to continue still. I heard Mike breathing my name in between soft moans and hearing that, I knew I was in control now. But one false move would change that.
Mike was so close. Once he was right on the edge he grabbed my hands.
"If you keep going, I won't hold up much longer." He said breathy.
"So you can only go one round?" I asked teasing and staying completely in character.
"Is that a challenge?" He asked back teasing, too.
"Maybe it is." I raised my eye brows to him and with another few swift movement of my hand he came.
A moan mixed with my name left his mouth and he was so relaxed and unaware of his surroundings. Even me at the time.
Now was my chance. But I couldn't just turn and run. That wouldn't work. Instead I thought of something else. I just gave him pleasure, now I'm going to give him one of the most painful things a guy can feel.
I moved my hands away him and he immediately turned me back so my body was pinned to the wall again. Damn it! That was not part of the plan. I couldn't show that this upset me though. That would ruin everything. I had to keep playing the act.
One of his hands darted to the top of my jeans. The zipper got stuck when he was trying to up-zipper them so he ripped them. He was strong. He moved his hands inside of the panties I was wearing but I grabbed his hand before he could do anything. He looked upset.
"I don't need any fore play, Mike." I said trying to save myself, "Let's just fuck already." I smiled, still in character.
He liked my suggestion. He moved so he could get out of his pants and boxers while I pretended to start taking off of my jeans. I took the chance I had with him off guard and I lifted my knee up quick and hard right in between his legs. He fell to the floor right in front of my and I didn't wait another second. I got out of there.
I ran to the door and opened it. I knew what I did wouldn't keep him down for long so I didn't waist any time. I ran as fast I could but then I heard him running right behind me. I screamed in my head and continued to run.
How did that not keep him down for longer?
He was quicker than I was and he caught up to me quickly. He grabbed the back of my neck and threw my onto the ground. He was too strong for me to try and fight and I couldn't try playing the act again. It would do no good.
He continued to rip my jeans until he could get access to my panties. My shirt was completely in shreds. My bra was shown in full on the front, one of the sleeves was completely gone and the front of my stomach was showing. He was trying to find his way into my panties but I struggled.
I let out soft protests of 'no' and 'stop' but they did no good. I finally just screamed as loud as I could. I screamed at the top of my lungs and when I finally silenced I heard a familiar voice screaming my name. It was Scott.
I don't think Mike even noticed Scott coming because he just continued to try and get into my panties.
Scott grabbed Mike off of me by his neck for he wore no shirt. Scott, with out hesitation punched Mike hard in the jaw.
I scrambled back about five feet to the point where I was for sure out of Mikes reach.
Scott got punched by Mike but it seemed like it barley phased him and he punched Mike again. He grabbed Mikes shoulders and pulled him down so his gut moved into Scott's knee. Mike feel to the ground and Scott kicked him in the side and punched him a few more times in the face. Scott pulled Mike up so he was standing again and looked at him. Mike's face was a mess. He was bleeding from his nose and it was obvious he was going to have two black eyes. Scott looked Mike dead in the eye and then punched him again followed my a hit with his elbow. Mike fell to the floor again and didn't get back up this time. He wasn't unconscious. At least, I don't think he was, but he seemed obviously hurt. I normally would've felt sorry for a person who had to experience that but I didn't feel anything just then.
Scott came over to me and crouched down to he was on the ground with me. He pulled me into his arms and squeezed me so tightly that I winced and pulled away from pain. The hug wasn't what was hurting me though. It were the forming bruises from how hard Mike was grabbing me.
Scott looked me in the eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were filled with so much love at that point. Looking into those eyes, I could do nothing but break down. I wanted to stop myself but I couldn't. I fell into his arms and cried. I couldn't help myself. Scott stayed there with his arms around me, holding me but not too hard. I don't think he wanted to put pressure on the forming bruises.
"Oh. Shelby. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." Scott said.
I pulled away and wiped some of the tears from my face.
"This wasn't your fault, Scott. You saved me." I smiled to him and started to cry again.
I noticed a few tears fall from his eyes as well but he wiped them away. He moved and I looked at him. He wiped tears away from my face.
"Come on. We have to get you to the infirmary. And we have to get him delt with." Scott said and sounded gentile at first but turned fierce when he said 'him'.
At first I only nodded. But then I asked, "What are we going to say about him? It's like we have any proof."
Mike was still on the ground groaning in pain. I wonder how bad Scott really hurt him.
"You're the proof." Scott said sternly and helped me stand up.
He looked over to Mike and walked over to him. He stood over him and kicked once more in the ribs. Mike screamed out in pain. I think Scott might have broken a few of his ribs.
"Come on. He'll be here when everyone else shows up. He's not going anywhere." Scott said so sure of himself.
"How can you be sure?" I asked, looking over at Mike with worry.
"I think I broke him leg. Or at least his ankle."
"Oh." I guess I missed that part of the fight.
Scott put his arm around my shoulder and we walked towards the infirmary.
(A/N)- Okay. This is my first Shelby POV so I would really appreciate any come back on how I did whether it be good or bad. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.