Chapter 10(Davis)

Haley helped me up to my room and into my bed. She stayed for a little bit but I eventually convinced her that I would be ok. After laying two aspirin and a glass of water on my night table, she left me alone with my thoughts. There was no question left in my mind. As soon as I felt better I had to help Peyton. I didn't know how I'd let it go this far. No matter what she had done, there was no way I could deny anymore that she would always be my friend. I should've never tried to fool myself into thinking otherwise.

I wanted nothing more than to leap out of my bed and rush around to find my P. Sawyer but considering that I felt like I might throw up at any moment, I didn't think it was a good idea. I took the two aspirin that Haley had left me and drifted off to sleep.

I was woken up by someone calling my name and shaking me. I woke up instantly to find Felix standing over me. He looked horrible. His usually kind, brown eyes were dark and expressionless. He had a shiner underneath his left eye, so I supposed that Luke had gotten in at least one shot. I scooted back on my bed, gathering my knees to my chest. I didn't know how to act around this version of Felix. I was scared of this version of Felix.

"You were way out of line today, Felix." I managed to sound almost confident and not so much like a scared little girl. More than anything, I wished Peyton was here, she'd protect me.

He chuckled but it sounded more like a broken record scratching than he thought something was funny. He sat on my bed next to me and I flinched away from him.

He looked up at me sharply, "You're not afraid of me are you?" He sounded so angry.

I pulled back even more and looked down at my own hands rather than look in his eyes.

He grabbed my chin, roughly and jerked my head up, causing a flare of pain in my still sore head. "Baby, I'd never hurt you."

I pulled away and jumped off my bed. The sudden movement caused my head to reel but I managed to stay on my feet. I hoped he could hear the rage in my voice as I yelled, "You already have! Twice. This isn't me, don't you understand? I absolutely, will not be one of those girls that gets hit. Never, Felix."

He got off the bed and came to face me. His movements were controlled and jerky, like a robot. His face was blank. "Both of those times were accidents. What were you doing with Lucas anyway?"

I scoffed, "This is about Lucas? Really? I was upset because I just realized what a mistake I made by shutting Peyton out. He was comforting me, that's all."

His eyes became dark slits on his face and I saw him clench his jaw, "Peyton? And Lucas? Really, Brooke, you are such a pushover. They both are horrible people that don't deserve second chances."

I stood firm. "They do deserve to be forgiven. Everyone makes mistakes but that doesn't change the fact that they're good people who I care about. Sure, they hurt me but think about all the good things that both of them have done for me."

Felix reached forward and grabbed my lower arm. His anger practically radiated out from him. "You can't see them."

I looked down at his hand, "Let go of me, Felix." I jerked my arm out of his grasp, willing to finally stand up to him.

I turned my back to him, "Get out. Never come back." I said softly.

"What?!"

"I don't want you anymore. We're done."

He grabbed my shoulder and jerked me to face him. I barely saw the back of his hand racing towards my face. The back-slap connected hard with my cheek and sent me to the floor. Stars danced before my eyes and I could dimly hear him still yelling at me but everything was a dull roar. My cheek stung and my eye felt like it was going to pop out. I could still feel where his knuckles had connected with the side of my face.

He reached down to pull me up. He hauled me against his hard body and shoved me down on my bed. Alarm raced through my body and cut through the fog that was circling my head. He held both of my hands above my head with one of his strong hands and began pulling at my pants with the other. Panic filled me. This couldn't be happening. He leaned down and growled in my ear, "You're mine. Nobody else's."

No. I wouldn't give in. I wasn't going to let myself become a statistic. I waited until the right moment and then I put my knee right where it belonged. I heard Felix gasp and he let go of me to grab at his crotch. I shoved him hard and leapt off the bed. He fell on the floor and laid there breathing hard and curling up in a ball. Damn! He was blocking my doorway. As I searched frantically for a way out I saw that he was recovering and began to lever himself up with one arm. He glared at me with hate-filled eyes and I knew that the next time he grabbed me, I wouldn't get away.

Taking the only way out, I ran into my bathroom and shut the door, locking it. There was a cabinet in the bathroom that we kept towels in and I was able to pull it over so that it blocked the door. Even with that, I knew that he would be after me really soon. I started when I heard his voice yelling outside, "I'm going to get you for that, Brooke!"

I needed help. My mind raced, searching for a way to leave this place. My phone! I remembered it was in my pocket. I pulled it out and my trembling fingers dialed the only number that they remembered right now.