Chapter 49
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In a blink of an eye, it was Friday.
I pushed out my chair, setting down my lunch on the table. “Hey, I’ll be back in a second,” I smiled to Asher, letting my fingers brush over his back as I made my way out the common room.
“Don’t be long, or I’ll have to send out a search party,” He joked before turning back to Shawn.
I walked down the stairs heading for the ladies bathroom. The bathroom was empty, thankfully. I pushing open the stall, locking it, before pulling down my panties to do my business. I was just pulling my panties back up again when I heard the bathroom door opened, footsteps echoing off the tiled floor. Not the sharp click of heels or the small clack of girls school shoes, but the flat thud of sneakers, too heavy to have been a female. I froze, not even daring to breathe. So who the fuck was that? And why were they in the girl’s bathroom? Maybe someone meeting for a quick lunchtime hook up?
I decided to make my presents known, Letting my feet scrape along the ground as I got to my feet and clearing my throat as I pulled up my panties. Then flushed the toilet. The room falling silent. Maybe they had left? I unlocked the door cautiously. But there was no one.
I opened the door, stepping out and walked toward the sinks. That was when I saw him. I couldn’t help the groan of annoyance leaving my lips. Loki Morganstar was leaning ageist the titled wall; his arms crossed over her chest. A cocky smile tugging on his lips. Fucking fantastic. Couldn’t I get a break just once?
I wash my hands in the sink, watching him in the bathroom mirror. He didn’t say anything; he just stood there watching. “This is the girl’s bathroom, you know,” I remark pointedly, turning off the tap and whirling to face him. “Unless you had a sex change in the last five days, I suggest you leave.”
“I locked the door,” He shrugged like it was no big deal ambushing me in the bathroom when I had clearly told him to fuck off.
“Can you lock yourself on the other side of it?” I suggest, glaring at him. Loki pushed off the wall.
“How else am I supposed to talk to you? Your ignoring my texts, blocking my calls, use Asher like some kind of pet guard dog, then walk away when I try to talk to you,” Loki rants, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.
“I told you we are done, Loki. That means I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to touch you, and I certainly don’t want to look,” I snarl. Loki doesn’t even flinch this time; instead, he stepping closer to me. I didn’t back down despite his proximity causing electricity to ignite all over my skin.
“I don’t want to push you. You have every right to be mad at me. I know I’m a coward and an arsehole for not telling you about it. I have no excuse, but trust me, I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you, Scar,” Loki promises, his eyes vulnerable and filled with pain. My heart ached for him, even though my head was telling me not to. I was torn. My feeling for Loki were enormous, but it was more complicated than that. It wasn’t just about me, and it wasn’t just that Loki had slept with another girl. I couldn’t trust him. I was done letting men like him into my life.
Before I could answer, Loki was reaching for me, I tried to pull back but found myself trapped against the sink.
“Don’t touch me,” I ordered, my voice panicked. If Loki touched me, I wouldn’t be able to fight it. If he touched me, I would melt.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” He grumbled, his words desperate.
Then Loki kissed me. I was so shocked by his forwardness that I didn’t pull away at first. His kiss me passionate and soft, Yet at the same time, it was world-shattering. I fell apart ageist his lips, my body melting into his touch like I was putty in his hand. With one kiss, he absorbed my anger.
After a few seconds, Loki pulls back to look into my eyes, his finger dancing over my cheek. I didn’t know what to do, how to think under that gaze; I was lost. Loki eyes lowered back to my lips, “If you don’t want me to kiss you again. Tell me now,” Loki breathed, his voice deep and husky. His dark eyes moved back up to mine, waiting for permission.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I wanted Loki to kiss me, needed it even. “Scarlett,” Loki warned, brushing his nose ageist mine as he inches closer. There was only one word in my mind repeating over and over again. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Loki growled, a deep guttural noise, and then he pounced, catching my lip between his teeth, sucking and nibbling. His hands snake around to my arse, pulling me closer. I could feel his bulge pressing into my stomach. I moan, snapping whatever control Loki held over himself. His tongue darted into my mouth, flicking and teasing ageist mine. His member grinding into me, hands reaching up my skirt. I started moving before I knew what I was doing. My hands grasp onto his tee, holding him, pressing every part of myself flush against him. Loki groaned, tossing my panties to the bathroom floor. His knees forced my legs to spread as his hand working back up my inner thigh.
A loud knock on the bathroom door pulled me out of my haze. I shoved ageist Loki chest so hard he almost fell backwards. “Scarlett?” Asher called from the other side of the door. “Are you in there? When I said I would send out a search party, I didn’t think you would actually go missing,” he teased. I held my hand over my swollen lips, my eyes wide as I gazed up at Loki. What had I done?
I left my underwear in the middle of the bathroom floor and ran.
That night, I lay in bed for what felt like hours, tossing and turning restlessly. Loki’s kiss still playing on repeat in my mind, reminding me of how much I had missed him these last few days. I had tortured myself earlier by reading his messages that I had previously ignored. I was surprised he hadn’t gotten bored already. Hadn’t I given him what he wanted? Still, every morning and every night since Sunday, Loki sent me a message. His message tonight had been the longest yet.
Loki
Hello Scar. I’m sorry I kissed you... again. I’m getting really good at making you mad at me. I think I would honestly prefer if you were kicking and screaming. Not talking to you and seeing you with Asher every second of the dam day is hell on earth. I suppose I deserve that. But I hope maybe one day you can forgive me. Goodnight, Baby Girl Xxx
I was still mad at him and myself for that kiss, even if I had enjoyed it. Knowing he was suffering made me feel a little bit better about my own aching heart. Storm, it seemed, didn’t blame Loki for what he had done, yet I still couldn’t get past it. Maybe I was overreacting, but it didn’t change the fact that I was done falling for the bad boy. Adam had been right. I deserved a nice sweet boy like Asher, even if he didn’t make me feel the way Loki did. Maybe one day he would.
I felt myself finally drifting off. When the bedroom door cracked open, I thought nothing of it. Probably the wind or Adam poking his head over to check on me. So I rolled over in bed, snuggling into my duvet. I must have drifted off again, but it couldn’t have been for more than a few minutes when something inside of me sat up, alert and on edge. Strange. The room was still dark and quiet, the only sound my own beating heart. I shrugged it off, closing my eyes again. I was just being pardoned.
A few more moments passed, and nothing happened. I tried to fall asleep, but the warning bells wouldn’t stop like a sixth scene was picking up something I could not.
That was when I felt it. A male body pressing up ageist my back, the stranger’s member hard ageist my arse. I froze, not even daring to breathe. The man slipped a thick callus hand under my vest, spreading his hand wide over my stomach. His body was not hard and muscled Like Loki’s, and his touch...felt wrong. He pressed himself closer to me, his head resting in the crook of my neck. His breath vial was enough to make me cringe; the scent of hard liquor and cheap cigarettes filled my nose. I felt sick to my stomach. I knew that smell better than I knew my own name. It had haunted me since I was a girl. ‘Daddy’ was home.
“Hello, Cupcake,” He whispered into my ear. His hand sliding up my top. “Did you miss Daddy?” He purrs, his voice like scrapping on a chalkboard. Silent tears ran down my cheeks. I didn’t speak; I felt frozen in place, like I was still that scared little girl. To afraid and naive to understand that this was not normal, that biological or not, a father was not supposed to touch his daughter like this. That I was too young. I took a deep calming breath, In and out. Forcing myself to remember my training to block out the memories, block out his invading touch.
“Daddy asked you a question,” John warned, his words harsh. John, this was John Winter. He was not my Dad, not any more. I had not seen him for two years and six months, my birthday to be exact when my brother Adam had discovered what ‘daddy’ had been doing to his little sister for the past three years of my life. No. I was not that girl anymore. I was not a victim to late-night ‘bath time’ or ‘sleepovers with daddy’. He did not get to touch me. I’d break his fucking cock off his he tried.
“‘Daddy’ can go fuck himself!” I snap, my voice surprisingly steady. I go to pull his hand away from me, but he catches my wrists.
“You have grown up to be such a brat, haven’t you? Does Adam spoil you rotten? Or maybe he’s the one visiting your bed nowadays?” John considers, his hands too tight on my wrists.
“Adam is not twisted like you,” I defend, my voice loud as I try to get Adam’s attention if he was even home.
“No...What about that Morganstar kid...? Loki, was it? He’s always had his eyes on my little girl. Has he been taken you to bed, Angel?” John provokes, grasping my wrists in one of his hands. I squirmed in his grip, but he held firm—his leg wrapping around my own, pressing me harder into the bed.
“Shut up!” I order, trying and failing to get myself free. I couldn’t hear this; I didn’t want John’s filthy mouth to say his name.
“I should have known it would be Loki. After your little stunt at the crescent moon, it was him that pulled you away, wasn’t it?” John kept talking, Loki name on his lips filling me with red hot rage.
“I said stop!” I fume, I throw my body backwards, forcing him onto his back, then I roll on top. His grip loosens enough to let me pull apart my hands before he could recover. I try to scramble off the bed. But his arms curl around my hips, pulling at my shorts. “No!” I scream, kicking and punching out wildly. “Don’t fucking touch me!” If Adam were in the house, he would have heard me. I just hope to god he was home. John manages to roll us over, pushing my head down hard into the pillow. I squirmed, breathing becoming nearly impossible.
“Not a sound,” John orders, his body pressing painfully into mine, pinning my arms under my own weight. I was trapped, I had let my emotions get the better of me, and now I was at his mercy. I sobbed into the pillow, sucking in what little air I could. Not like this. Anything but this. I wasn’t sure I could endure it again. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough. His hands fumbled with his belt, then the zipper of his jeans. No. No. Please, god, no! “Moan for me, Cupcake,” John groaned, pressing his member ageist my arse. The thin fabric of my Pyjama shorts were not nearly enough. I squirmed, trying to get away from him, but it was impossible—his member pressing between my closed legs.
The bedroom door burst open with a mighty bang. I couldn’t see anything, just the faint glow telling me the light was on. “Get the fuck off my sister!” Adam commanded his voice, a booming beckon through the darkness. I sobbed with relief, thanking every god under the sun for their mercy. John could not hurt me now I was safe. Again, I saw nothing as John’s weight suddenly vanished from my back, allowing me to breathe finally. I gasped down deep breaths of air that burned my throat. The sound of bone-crunching punches filled the room. I scramble to my feet, the light burning my eyes, forcing me to blink several times.
“You fucking dare show your face here!” Adam Fumes, punching John over and over again. Blood splattered over the floor, his knuckles and John’s face. It was just like my birthday, all over again. Except for this time, John had not been inside of me. I couldn’t bear it anymore. The memory, the pain I had endured. The mental trauma. It was too much. I couldn’t be here anymore. My room was not safe. My house was not safe. I had nowhere to go. But I didn’t care; I needed out.
