Tarzan (Rated R)

Chapter 14 - darker days.

Warning; Nonconsensual touching

"Kev - Kevin h - ho-" my body trembles, an unbearable heat burns me at every angle, one from the deadly glare of my ex-boyfriend and the other from someone behind me, despite the situation I am in, that feeling didn't seem to disappear, someone is watching me, and they are overpowering the monster in front of me.

"I bet you have a swirl of questions don't you" The crisp of his voice pull me back with a slight jump, he doesn't fail to hide his amusement.

"But first things first I'd like to apologize on your dates behalf, he said he had better things to attend to and said to take great care of your bod- I mean you" he laughs, I felt my heart rip open, Cameron? Since when did he know Cameron? and ... Better things to attend to?

"You didn't need to hear that last part, but back to the real importance at hand, your questions" he c***s his head to the side amusingly squinting his almond eyes to the point they disappeared.

"Th-the Ju-"

"Oh, that's right, why I'm here, near you Eh?" He leaned back rolling up his sleeves, I wince from watching the action, too many women it's the sexiest thing to watch, but to me they were a sign to run, hide, or cry, I hated them, in fact anything attractive he ever does bring chills down my spine.

I wait quietly, shivering in fear and the cold that word itself around my body, my mind spirals out of control with questions, I nearly emptied out my bank account and sold every valuable possession I ever had getting the best lawyer that worked tirelessly to solve my case. I won at the end of the day, but now I feel like a complete loser.

"A friend of yours came to me, we had a decent conversation and I told him how much I missed you," sarcasm at a full time high while he playfully rolls his eyes.

Friend?

"You could thank your friend for me, he pulled some strings".

"Friend?" I whisper, ready to cry.

"Cameron, was it" he says playfully c*****g his head to the side holding back a laugh.

I felt my universe being sucked into a black hole, the sweet oxygen my lungs have gradually breathed vanquished entirely from my system, I'm blank. Not a peep, not a sound, not even a blink, I could hear my failing heartbeat in my ear drums, I could feel it beating slower and slower every time my mind replays the words. Cameron indeed is a rich man, the whole world knows of his family's wealth and power, they are Europe's most powerful family, and they have everything they need or want, the whole system in the states is already jacked, it only runs for those who have money, and Cameron's bank account was Unlimited.

He leans into my view helping me blink out of my state of shock, I wished he didn't, then I could pass out by the lack of oxygen. "Now that that's been put out in the open," his eyes darkened to a void of darkness, defying the odds of a human possessing such color, "we have a lot to catch up on BABE, tell me all about it."

I inwardly winced from the word, it brings a distaste to my mouth, and I almost found myself vomiting.

"Were ready to order here, can you people do your job?" Kevin raised his hand in the air to signal the brunette waiter, I flinched when he raised his hand, shaking, catching on to the act he chuckles darkly, eyes on me until the dark-haired waiter arrives. I turn to look at my surrounding searching for any exit or safety, I hear him order his usual, math is definitely not my strongest ... anything ... yet, there I was estimating and drawing equations and diagrams, I needed to remove my self from him, from this scene, carefully I kept glancing back at him while he spoke to the waiter and glanced back at the distance from the door, nothing else mattered to me at the moment, not even that feeling that never left the nape of my neck.

"She will get -"

My head snaps back towards him once my brain paused for a little bit to remind me of my situation, "The glazed pork with quinoa rice, with the steamed broccoli".

He knows I don't eat pork and I hate broccoli, or maybe he never paid attention when I was speaking.

Making my voice small "Kevin I can't ea-"

"Your having ... the pork" the darkness in his eyes told me to pursue the conversation no further and I slumped deeper into my sink swallowing the cries.

"And hurry with the food, ain't nobody got all night."

The waiter furrows his brows to the statement, "Sorry my dad's black." Was Kevin's responded dismissively once he caught on to the waiter's confusion, I've always hated how he used this stereotype so openly, making people of color like me look bad while he hides majority of the time using his mom.

My heart drops once more seeing how he scooted closer clasping his hands together, he was about to give me his full attention when I watched his eyes do a double take past the right side of my head, I watch him watch something, he seems almost annoyed. I wanted to see what caught his attention and tried to follow his gaze.

"Freak" I hear him whisper and stop my movements, he looks back towards me and mutters "Some people have staring problems."

Just as he spoke the statement the feeling of eyes burn the back of my head, almost burning a hole right through my forehead, what a feeling, a sudden heat flows through me, the dress becomes to tight and I have the urge to swallow a very thick saliva, is that liquid in between my legs?

"What's wrong with you?"

For a moment I forgot my situation and all the feelings halted, yet the feeling in between my legs still remained, I need a release? In this very moment?

"T-this is all hitting me at once." I managed softly, afraid to look him in the eyes.

Raising a brow he chuckles, "how so" he asked eyeing a couple of girls that walked us by, his voice deep and assertive.

I pay him no mind, "You are back, why would Cameron do this to me?"

After following the girls that went behind him he turns back to me red faced and smiling, " I don't know babe, he mainly said because you have been causing his best friends girlfriend some havoc and they have had enough of your shit."

Philip was in on this? More and more of my world seems to be falling apart, without my knowledge, what did I ever do to deserve any of this, I swear I'm not bothering anyone or anything, I'm just living life.

"His be-best friend?"

"Man, this is getting annoying, I'm not going to go over every detail with you, just leave that man's girlfriend alone, and that's where I come in, clearly you've missed me and needed things to do."

"I-I'm n-not even".

"Your stuttering, When did you stutter?," his brows furrow in confusion, he expects an answer and I don't know where and how to start speaking now that I've caught his attention. Desperately I try to keep my tears at bay but my vision ended up glossing up, through the blurry vision I watch his run his palm down his face, body heat begins to radiate while I feel the earth shaking from the talking of his foot under the table, sign two: Frustration.

This, this is where I need to make a break for it, Kevins mother is very wealthy and his father is a notorious lawyer, anything they want gone will disappear with no trace of it happening. Looking at the people behind him that payed us no mind, would anyone help ... me?

Cameron, Kevin, Philip are powerful boys, it's a surprise Kevin didn't know much about Philip based on the way he described the situation of why he is here.

Quickly blinking and wiping the tears as fast as I can I I still felt the body heat and the excessive tapping of his foot under the table but his eyes were directed behind me, he is looking past me at the same spot that he looked at earlier, the air that blows through his nose are fire, his face being consumed by the red, making it obvious he was not happy with the staring, whoever it was, please stop, it will end badly if he enters the third faze.

Especially me since I'm closer to him.

"What's your f*****g problem." He roared earning a shriek out of me the elder ladies near us who quickly shook it off as if nothing, proof everyone in this room will look the other way of things go south.

I need to get out, fast.

Few seconds go by and it seems the person behind him doesn't back down, Kevin hates losing, he will throw a fit. Slamming his palms on the table "where is our food." The whole restaurant continues to eat and mind themselves while the servers raced to the back, within seconds the manager strides towards us hastily along with our server and the rest with our food.

My heart ready to fly out of my chest, by that point the tears started spiraling, everything around me became blurry. "Please accept the food Mr Capris and know that everything is in the house," the dark grey haired man spoke and I was speechless, a part of me was praying he'd kick us out or call the police.

"Does my father need to take out a lawsuit on this place?"

"No Mr. Capris, I assure you -"

"Just let me eat" Kevin says waving dismissively, the manager looks at me remorsefully before nodding and taking his leave, his eyes told me everything, I'd happily cheer naked if his food was poisoned.

I can't eat, I don't have an appetite, I should have listened to the gut feeling that twisted at the bottom of my stomach painfully, "this is cold."

My heart falls, that statement was way to calm Kevin calm is never a good thing, "w-what?"

"You deaf? This food is cold." The tapping stopped, and so did his aggressive behavior, "My f*****g food is cold."

"With the little control over my body that I had I took a tiny quinoa scoop of my meal, warm, my food was warm, looking at his plateau noticed tiny steams emanating from the meat.

His food isn't cold, he is just trying to make things escalate and he knows he has the power to do so. This is bad, for me.

"Is everything alright with your foo-"

"This s**t is cold." Kevin interrupted the server. "I would tread lightly if I were you, you have no idea how my parents could ruin your life."

Kevin stands, height towering over the server, "you can tell your boss this place will be hearing from my father." The waiter swallows thickly, Kevin's father was no joke, never did he lose, never did anyone be dumb enough to go against him, a place like this was a piece of cake, though Cameron owns it, he pays no mind and couldn't care less from all the other higher restaurants he owns.

"Your done eating stand" even the waiter felt the intensity and backs away, this was the real moment I feared, for when I stand all of my personal space will be invaded with his presence, I dare not dig a deeper hole for my self and quickly rose to my feet, once more looking around to find not even a baby looking at our direction, we're we invisible? Clearly not, they just couldn't get involved.

"Kevin" I try, I don't even know why, everything is more deaths ears, my emotions are out of control, they range from sadness, anger and fear, I'm ready to pass out from the debate in my system. I took to king and felt my arm being roughly pulled, just like the day I met him my body slams onto his front, inhaling a deadly amount of cologne, as per usual mixed with feminine juices, I should know, mine are strong.

I sob seeing as how I'm being pulled to a back door with no one looking our way, he nearly toppled everyone over with great power as he strides head up towards the dark alley, this was it, sign three: Hostile. Once it got to this level, the last one was only seconds away, I shouldn't be near him, looking back once more as we entered the kitchen I officially began to sob, the chefs and servers move out of the way, my dress clings to my heels that don't lift off the ground at all instead I use the heels to try and slow him down, he was too strong he just kept walking as if nothing, determined to get me alone, this beating was going to be personal and I don't think o have the strength to take it, the lions scars were still very much prominent, even till this day I carefully apply anything over it; soap, and lotion.

My back was slammed onto the brick wall with a great force, I coughed out the little breath I had left in my lungs that started burning seconds later, before I could catch my breath Kevin slams his left palm on the wall over the top of my right, "don't you know how much I've missed this," his whole body plants onto mine digging me deeper into the brick wall, right hand cupping my p***y harshly, his nails slicing the skin of my folds while he tries to scoot my panties to the side to finger me.

Utter darkness we were in, Of course the government will pay for anything, but to fix the damn light back here. "Kevin please." I begged trying to move his hand away.

Silence falls through "What are you saying to me?" He growled pausing all his movements, Kevin was smart just like his father, he uses fear and force to get what he wants.

If I were to tell him No or anything to deny him of my body he would practically beat me into an oblivion until I did, but because of my fear of him I couldn't ever muster the word and that was me giving my consent voluntarily not denying him, scary isn't it? Kevin is planning on becoming Congress one day, all women could kiss their rights goodbye if he succeeds, countless of charges of s****l violence and restraining orders that were dug up in his past suddenly disappeared, all that's holding him back were his parking tickets he never paid.

"Your scratching me please, be gentle" The sound of my own voice with those words Almost made me sick. I can't see him, but I know he is smiling, I can feel his smile of achievement, his dominant power he's so prideful of. Without warning I feel two fingers with the longest nails shoot straight into my core, the edges of His nails sliced up my walls inside sending a sharp pain within, even after he paused digging deeper the cut was still fresh, stinging like alcohol to an open wound. With out any control, my hands rose up and with great momentum I pushed him at his shoulders, all his touches in my body were flung right off until I see his silhouette fly to the other side, thudding when his back his wall, the painful grunt/cry I heard in the darkness told me I now have a second head start and to haul ass.

The more I tried to walk in the snow the more I felt my self slowing down, the pain in my v****a was still stinging opening up another deja vu with the lion, worst of all I heard heavier footsteps behind me closing in, I cannot catch a break ... literally.

My neck nearly snapped in half bending forwards, large hands grab the puffs of my hair pulling me backwards with greater force, again my back slammed into a wall, a blow so bad landed on my stomach making an iron liquid fall out of my mouth, I felt like throwing up, hunching over to protect my stomach and soothe the deep ache from his fist, through the dark alley echoed a harsh slap, though in darkness I felt my face go from forward to whipped to the right in a nano second, this was it, this was the last of his signs, I wasn't quick enough and now I can't escape, all he will demand from me now is blood.

He is Enraged.

"You f*****g b***h" he growls slapping my face left to right with madness.

"A f*****g restraining order, you should be lucky I gave you the time of day you fat trash." The slaps from my face ply like music through the walls, this was now personal, I was the only person to succeed against him in the court of law, it was not even a win all I was granted was a restraining order, but he still roamed free, this was a jab to his reputation and shows him not everything will go his way, the way he likes and wants it.

The iron spews from my mouth the more I gagged from the urge to vomit, with every slap I received he pulls my hair back to face him for another, moving my hand that was wrapped around my waist I fight against nothing until he ceased my hand with his large ones slamming his body onto mine, his breath hits my face while drops of spit land in my eyes. Through the ice-cold temperature, I could feel his flames and the venom of poison he spouts with his tongue, a deadly promise that nearly caused my heart to malfunction.

"I'm going to make sure your body is never found, make sure to wait for me in hell". With that I feel him dip his hand into his pocket and something cold and sharp is aligned under my neck, "I saved this little guy just for you," he chuckles darkly.

"Kevin pl-please don't" I flinched feeling his hands rise up to an altitude and screamed when he brought it down.