spring from the couch. As I try to get around him, I misjudge my proximity to the coffee table and attempt to jump over it but slam and drag my shin along on the coffee table trying to get away. Pain shoots through my entire leg, but I stifle my yelp as I certainly don’t want my boys to wake to this mess.
Jogging to the front door, I throw it open and slow my retreat as my leg begins to throb. I limp down my stairs and out into my yard and turn, spitting his blood from my mouth as I do. And I wait. I wait for that bastard to recover and follow me out.
He doesn’t make me wait long. “You fucking bitch!” he snarls at me. “You were never anything more than a little cock tease.” He’s seething and stumbling down my stairs.
“I bet your stupid ass is sober now,” I say with a laugh. I’m so damn proud of myself, but I stop short of doing a little jig cause my leg is killing me and I still need him to leave.
“I can’t believe you did that shit, Celeste,” he whines, wiping at his mouth and holding his crotch.
I laugh. “Really? You can’t believe I stopped you from sexually assaulting me?” I scream. “That’s rich, William. Get the hell off my property before you have more than a busted lip and a sore dick.”
“Listen to yourself. He’s already corrupted you. You used to be a lady.”
“If being a lady means letting you get off on me while I am freaking out and sobbing, then I’m thrilled to relinquish that title. Now, get the hell off my property, you low life bastard.”
“What would my brother think of you talking to me like that? You think my brother would let you throw me out of his home?”
“If only I knew what your brother thought of all this. But I bet it would be pretty close to what he thought when I told him what you did to me all those years ago. I was too weak to fight you off then. But not now, William.”
“Wait…what do you mean about Tripp? You told him what we did?”
“What we did?” I screech. “You attacked me, held me down, and made me masturbate you! Yes, I told him. And he hated you for it. I wouldn’t let him do anything because—”
“You little bitch!” He rages and pales right before my eyes. “You probably made me out to be a pervert when all it was just me being a horny teenager. A lot of people do it. You need to let it go.”
Is he freaking kidding me? “How can I let it go? You never once apologized to me. Never once asked for my forgiveness. You acted like you had a right to do that to me. And fool that I was, I let you get away with that.” I take a calming breath and change my tone to one that I pray implies strength and sincerity because I mean every word of what I’m about to say. “Hear me now when I say this, William. If you ever lay your hands or any other part of your anatomy on me again, I’ll fucking kill you.” I lean toward him as I snap out my threat, but I don’t get any closer than that. I don’t want to breathe the same air as he breathes.
“Whatever, bitch. I’m done with you,” he mutters and moves around me.
Not taking any chances on what else he’d do to me, I spin and follow him with my eyes. When he staggers far enough down the street, I feel myself sag with relief.
My eyes burning with unshed tears of relief and my heart burning, I turn to head back into my house. I feel beads of perspiration break out on my forehead and under my arms. Adrenaline. Thank you, God, for adrenaline. As my foot lands on that first step, I feel a shooting pain radiate up my leg. I bend and pull my pants up to assess the damage. I gasp as I realize just how bad it is. An eggplant—the blood that has gathered has formed something that resembles the shape and size of an eggplant on my shin. Great! I just had to have a sturdy table that the boys couldn’t move around, didn’t I?
A faint whisper pulls me from my inner tirade. “Did he do that to you?”
My head flies up and I freeze. Archer is in a fighting stance with a
Jogging to the front door, I throw it open and slow my retreat as my leg begins to throb. I limp down my stairs and out into my yard and turn, spitting his blood from my mouth as I do. And I wait. I wait for that bastard to recover and follow me out.
He doesn’t make me wait long. “You fucking bitch!” he snarls at me. “You were never anything more than a little cock tease.” He’s seething and stumbling down my stairs.
“I bet your stupid ass is sober now,” I say with a laugh. I’m so damn proud of myself, but I stop short of doing a little jig cause my leg is killing me and I still need him to leave.
“I can’t believe you did that shit, Celeste,” he whines, wiping at his mouth and holding his crotch.
I laugh. “Really? You can’t believe I stopped you from sexually assaulting me?” I scream. “That’s rich, William. Get the hell off my property before you have more than a busted lip and a sore dick.”
“Listen to yourself. He’s already corrupted you. You used to be a lady.”
“If being a lady means letting you get off on me while I am freaking out and sobbing, then I’m thrilled to relinquish that title. Now, get the hell off my property, you low life bastard.”
“What would my brother think of you talking to me like that? You think my brother would let you throw me out of his home?”
“If only I knew what your brother thought of all this. But I bet it would be pretty close to what he thought when I told him what you did to me all those years ago. I was too weak to fight you off then. But not now, William.”
“Wait…what do you mean about Tripp? You told him what we did?”
“What we did?” I screech. “You attacked me, held me down, and made me masturbate you! Yes, I told him. And he hated you for it. I wouldn’t let him do anything because—”
“You little bitch!” He rages and pales right before my eyes. “You probably made me out to be a pervert when all it was just me being a horny teenager. A lot of people do it. You need to let it go.”
Is he freaking kidding me? “How can I let it go? You never once apologized to me. Never once asked for my forgiveness. You acted like you had a right to do that to me. And fool that I was, I let you get away with that.” I take a calming breath and change my tone to one that I pray implies strength and sincerity because I mean every word of what I’m about to say. “Hear me now when I say this, William. If you ever lay your hands or any other part of your anatomy on me again, I’ll fucking kill you.” I lean toward him as I snap out my threat, but I don’t get any closer than that. I don’t want to breathe the same air as he breathes.
“Whatever, bitch. I’m done with you,” he mutters and moves around me.
Not taking any chances on what else he’d do to me, I spin and follow him with my eyes. When he staggers far enough down the street, I feel myself sag with relief.
My eyes burning with unshed tears of relief and my heart burning, I turn to head back into my house. I feel beads of perspiration break out on my forehead and under my arms. Adrenaline. Thank you, God, for adrenaline. As my foot lands on that first step, I feel a shooting pain radiate up my leg. I bend and pull my pants up to assess the damage. I gasp as I realize just how bad it is. An eggplant—the blood that has gathered has formed something that resembles the shape and size of an eggplant on my shin. Great! I just had to have a sturdy table that the boys couldn’t move around, didn’t I?
A faint whisper pulls me from my inner tirade. “Did he do that to you?”
My head flies up and I freeze. Archer is in a fighting stance with a
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