Chapter 3 "Behind me!"

"You lost, bookworm."

(I heard a male voice. I felt my body shut down, and I could feel the fear running down my stiff and still body.)

                                     

                                    

                                       

                                                             Willow P.O.V.

I closed my eyes when I heard a male voice behind me, but it wasn't Bryce who spoke behind my ear. But another monster that always likes to hurt me when Bryce and others are not around.

Race Collins!

That's one guy I would love to kill and shovel my fist down his throat and choke on his blood. But I knew I could not do anything like that because I was not a killer. But if I were, he would be the first to die on my list.

"Hey! stop it! leave the poor girl alone, Race." I heard a female voice. I knew who it was; she was friends with Maryann and tried to help me, but they turned on her and told her to shut up. But today, she is not. She kept on speaking and taking up for me.

"Shut the hell up, Aimee! Why are you taking up for the bookworm? I heard Race's angry voice snap at her.

"I am not, it's just I don't think it's nice, and besides, she is not doing anything to you and us," you know it!" She was trying to make him and the others understand.

Thank you, I thought, but I was too afraid to tell her out aloud.

After what she said, she went back to her paper. Then a couple of minutes later, I started opening my book, and I wrote some questions down. That was when I felt the hairs on my arms stand up. I saw a dark shadow, and I knew it would be Race. I could feel the heat of his body. He was angry because of what Aimee said. 

 

" Wait until I get you alone," he said with a sinister voice, and I gasped with horror when he bit my ear, and I cringed away from him. I was scared of what would happen if he did get me alone. I started shaking in my seat. 

Oh, God. I hope I am not alone with him.

I don't like being near him right now than being alone with him.

I hope I get out of here before he catches me, and I am stuck in his evil and sinister spiderweb.

I shivered thinking about it what he has for his evil plains later. 

I could still hear him inside my mind telling me.

" Wait until I get you alone," I heard it repeated in my head, it's burns inside my mind. 

I should have taken that as a message not to make him angry. But knowing that I am getting everybody pissed off because I can't keep my big mouth shut. I don't know what is wrong with me. I never talk back to them or sass them and being this brave at all. 

So, now I am stronger than I was when I was in the ninth grade because before I came here. I had a lot of friends, and everyone loved me. 

I had never been bullied until I was in the ninth grade.

I sighed, knowing the pain was coming on once Race and whoever with him was going to flex pain on me with a slow agony with suffering pain when they get their meaty hands on me.

Oh God, don't be alone, I was telling myself and considered carefully not staying for the rest of school and leaving and hiding in my room where I would be safe from the monsters that wanted to torture me. 

 

Once I stopped thinking about a whole lot of pain coming that I just let it pass my mind, and I just shrugged my shoulders and walked down the hall, and I was two steps ahead of the cafeteria door when I was grabbed behind and pushed into a dark room. 

Oh, God, I should have paid attention to my surrounding when I felt someone's hand wrapped around my shoulder, and I was off balance, and I almost fell on my face. 

But I didn't hit the ground; instead, I was pushed back into the dark room that is dark, and I couldn't see whoever put me in there. I knew I wasn't alone, and I knew it was a big figure in here, and I could smell the familiar scent that's been driving my whole body crazy.

"Bryce? I whispered his name. I didn't mean to say it out loud, but it was too late when I heard him say it.

"Wow, bingo, princess." I heard him chuckle. But that's not what got me shaking and feeling the heat inside my body that was crying out for his touch. I guess he heard my wish, and I felt him grab my shirt, and what he did was out of character for him.

I yelped when I heard and felt my shirt ripped open with the cold air moving on my bra.

"Fuck!" I knew you have big tits." I heard his huskily voice. I could hear the groaning behind it. 

Oh, God. How? and why is this happening again? Am I dreaming again? Or am deep coma? But so I took my fingers, ran up my arm and...

Ouch! I pinched the skin on my arm. I wanted to know if this was all in my head, but it wasn't. 

This is real. This was really happening. I felt him staring down at me.

 I could feel the heated heat of his eyes. Even in the dark, he could see me glaring at my open shirt.

"Oh, baby girl, I know you been thinking about me, princess." I heard him chuckle, and I felt him close to my face.

What? How did he know? I started breathing heavily, and I knew my heart was racings so hard in my chest when I felt his hand rubbing up my stomach towards my breasts. I have to be crazy thinking this beautiful man wants me!