pter 150
Emily
+25 BONUS
I slipped in and out of consciousness, unable to keep a grasp on my surroundings or what is happening all around me. I can feel Jack move me around on the bed, rolling me over onto my stomach to undo the zipper of my dress.
I shake my head, trying to deny him the access that he wishes so desperately to have. My arms feel like they are made of lead, falling on top of the bed as soon as I lift them up to push them away. The dress is slowly tugged off of my body.
Tears roll down my face. Jack places his weight on top of me, his hands trapped on either side of my head. I look up at him, trying to force any type of words out of my mouth, but it simply comes out as incoherent, blabbering, unintelligible.
Jack leans in impresses his lips to mine. I can feel his tongue swipe against my bottom lip. I try not to gag, trying my best to push him away as fast as I can.
It is of no use. I am completely helpless against him, my body working against me as I lay on the bed, trapped beneath his weight.
I cry and cry and cry. My sobs fill in the emptiness of the room, the sounds of his kisses on my lips and neck prominent. My head rolls to the side, and I catch the side of his phone, propped up on the dresser.
Is he…is he recording us? Why would he do something like this? The Jack that I know, the sweet and gentle kid from my childhood, would never act like this. He would never partake in such a deplorable act.
“Jack,” his name false from my lips as he bites down on my collarbone, “don’t do this. Please.”
“but I have wanted you for so long,” he states, pushing off of me just to hover from above. He trails the tip of his finger along my face, stopping on my lips. “you have always avoided me, even in high school. It’s time I get my fill.”
“No,” I cry out. I shake my head, willing my arm to reach up and smack him in the face.
My attack fails, though. Jack easily catches my hand and pins above my head. It’s not false from my nose as depression takes over my body. I refuse to accept that he will treat me like this…that he is treating me like this.
“I want Logan,” my voice raises. It catches him off guard. I can see it on his face. “Where is my fiancé? Why isn’t he here?”
Jack pushes off of me, climbing off of the bed entirely. I try to sit up, but to no avail, falling back onto the bed, forced to stare at the ceiling fan. It spins around in circles, and a nonstop loop, nauseating me.
I forced my body to roll to the side, colliding with the ground. A grown leaves my lips. I crawl across the floor, listening as Jack Romes around the room from around me, gathering his belongings in a haze.
I find my phone in my purse. I pull it out, trying to navigate my way around the main frame. My vision remains blurred as I tapped through the phone, having no control over my fingers are what they press.
Suddenly, the door flies open. It is about to fall off hinges as I lay back on the floor, my hand stretched out towards the shadowy figure that enters.
Logan
As soon as I got Emily’s text message, I rushed to the hotel. I had one of the bodyguards follow her, letting me know where exactly she is. He only lost track when they went upstairs, the picture of Jack carrying Emily to the elevator bright on my phone.
their own ambitions
Anger course throughout my veins. I saw red, unable to hide my anger towards the man who proved me right. None of the men in my fiancé’s life deserves to be there. All of them are cowards; cruel and crooked men who want to and needs.
Time flew by as I rushed towards the hotel. I left behind any feeling of resentment I held towards Emily, towards the argument that we had in the car, and let it slip free from my mind. I no longer feel angry towards her, but rather angry towards the men who simply wished to use her as a means to an end.
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Chapter 150
+25 BONUS
I stormed through the hotel lobby and went to the elevator, quickly finding my way to Jack’s hotel room after my bodyguard gave me the number. As soon as I stepped in front of the door, I heard Emily call out my name, sounding disoriented and tired.
I kicked the door in. The slimy tucker stares at me with shock written all over his face. I lunged towards him, grabbing him by the neck as I throw him to the ground.
My fist connects with his face, repeatedly, brutally, with no sense of mercy, I do not hold back on him, allowing the full extent of my anger to come through every move, every swing of my arm. Myknuckles are covered with his blood, his broken face and unconscious, his body slumped against the floot.
“Logan…”
My hand stops right as it’s about to connect with face. I turned to look at Emily. She lays on the ground, hand outstretched towards me. I drop Jack and immediately attach myself to her side,
I pick Emily up in my arms, laying her on the bed as I grab her dress from the floor, dressing her in a moments notice. She wraps her arms around my neck, as I leaned down to pick her up, pulling her close to my chest. Her head falls on my shoulder, her voice incoherent as she whispers into my neck.
“Wait,” Jack’s weak voice catches my attention.
I turned to look at him, not wanting to give him the time of day, but I knew that it would be important if he were to talk to me in this moment.
“It was her father,” Jack says. I raise my eyebrow at him. Emily rustles beside me, her head popping up as she looks at her old childhood friend.
“What…did he…say?” her voice is tired, heavy from sleep. I press a kiss to her temple, wishing that she is okay and is not in a drugged out state of mind.
I’m going to kill Jack the next time I see him. I know that for damn sure.
“Her father killed Derek,” Jack groans from pain. He sits up, a few of his teeth broken falling into his lap. “It was her father.”
Emily gasps. She turns to look at me, her face wrought with emotions. She begins to cry, the slow and quiet sobs making my heart split into two.
“Okay,” I nod at him, refusing to verbally thank him. “If I ever see you again: I’m going to kill you. Do you understand?” Jack nods. I turn on my heel and exit the hotel room, looking down at Emily in my arms.
She’s unconscious, fallen asleep with a distraught look on her face. I keep her close to me, carrying her to the car, forming a plan of revenge against those who have ever caused her harm.
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