YOU HAVE CHANGED

ANIKA’S POV

Can I not get a moment of peace?

I mean seriously, that was not too much to ask for. Because tell me why at 10pm, just when I was finally falling asleep, my door banged open. My body jolted upright thinking it was some kind of actual burglar, but I only relaxed when I saw that it was just Simon.

That did not stop the tick of my jaw.

The nauseating smell of alcohol infiltrated my room instantly. It was clinging to him like

“You didn’t come to my room tonight,” he slurred, staggering into the room. Glassy and they could not even focus on a particular thing.

How much did he even have to drink?

That was not even my business at this point, he was bothering me was all that I knew and I wanted him gone.

I rolled my eyes and tried to push the panic down. “I want to sleep, Simon. So leave.” My voice was firm.

“You’ve changed,” he said, taking an unsteady step closer. His words were low, slurred and there was something sinister laced in them. He pointed at me “you used to care about me Anika, I don’t like this new you”

I scoffed, he could not possibly be serious right about now.

“I am not in the mood for your nonsense. Leave!” I stood up, facing him head on with a glare on my face.

In all honesty I have had enough of him. He was probably out all night with Bree drinking and doing whatever they wanted and now he was here in my space, bothering me about why I was not in his room groveling.

Four years ago I would have been in his room, waiting on the couch worried until I was sure he was back safe, and then he would chase me out and humiliate me, and chase him out of her house.

He froze for a second, studying me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. Then his hand shot out, grabbing my arms in a tight grip.

“I know what you want, Anika.” He said, then he came closer to my face and whispered so close that I could almost taste his vile breath “and I can give it to you”.

My chest heaved. “I don’t want anything from you, Simon. I am not your prize. I’m not your game. So leave.”

His grip got tighter and his eyes was like blazing fire “you are fucking mine Anika! “His spit slapped my face as he shouted.

I felt disgusting, I wanted to vomit.

 “Stop. Just stop.” My voice cracked, but I refused to let him see how shocked I was. My legs trembled beneath me, but I held my ground.

I tried to get away from his grip but it was iron tight.

The next thing I knew was that he pushed me on top of the bed and was on top of me. My eyes got wide, my heart beating quickly at the fact that I was actually in danger.

“Leave me alone!”

He forced my gown down, exposing my breasts to the cold crisp air and his hands were on me immediately, touching me, tears filled my eyes.

He forced his lips on mine but I kept them tightly closed refusing him entry, he growled and latched onto my neck instead.

 I stopped moving, just stayed completely still “Finish up and get out,” I said coldly, my voice trembling only slightly.

He stopped suddenly, eyes widening as if struck. “You…” he began, words faltering. And then, almost implausibly, he collapsed onto the bed, his weight pressing against me.

I gasped, struggling beneath him, finally pushing him off with all my strength. My arms ached, my chest heaved, but I rolled off the bed, dragging myself to the floor. More tears ell from my eyes.

Simon was a bastard, that much was clear by now but I never expected him to do this…

I slumped against the wall, shivering from adrenaline and fear. My room felt tighter the fact that he was inside of here was suffocating me. I just could not be anywhere near him.

I hugged myself tightly, pulling a blanket around my shoulders.

He groaned in his sleep, trying to get comfortable but tainting my sheets in the process. My heart threatened to explode with every breath I took. I wanted to scream, to cry some more, but at the same time, I also wanted to just completely disappear.

I closed my eyes trying to put myself together… just three more days and Liam will come get me out of here.

Since Simon attempted this now, it was only a matter of time before he did it again.

Minutes passed like hours. My muscles cramped, my back ached, my chest burned from the adrenaline. I didn’t dare move toward the bed. I didn’t dare look at him. I just breathed, slow and measured, trying to convince myself that he would not be waking up again anytime soon.

I was just exhausted, but when I looked at the beds and saw Simon laying there I just could not stay in this room. Trembling, I pushed myself off the floor and grabbed a blanket from the chair. I wrapped it around myself, shivering, and moved silently toward the door.

I made my way to the living room, curling up on the couch.

Tears blurred my vision. I held the blanket tight, my body curled in on itself, trying to hold the pieces of me together. I just let myself cry, and cry, and just when it felt like I would finally stop crying, I decided to just cry some more.

“I would never love you Simon, never again” I muttered pressing my face into my pillow.

And as I closed my eyes, exhaustion finally beginning to seep into my body… three days, and then I will be free of him.

Soon Simon,

And when the time came, I would make sure he regretted every second of him hurting me.