Tangled In Blue

Bruises

BLUE’S POV

Deacon made small talk as we drove, or should I say sped down the highway. He must have been way over the speed limit but he was in the zone and was very oblivious. I even offered to drive but he just grunted his refusal and turned up the volume of the radio and ignored me for the rest of the way.

When he took a wrong turn I brought it to his attention but he mumbled something about going to pick up Melani at the creek. It sounded strange at the time but I just let it slide. I looked around and saw that the place was deserted.

When we stopped beside a wide shallow creek, he crouched with his back to me. Then whirled around with a pair of handcuffs dangling in his hand.

“Showtime...” His face had a sinister, malicious expression; but an enigmatical smile played perpetually around his lips.

Before my brain could register what was going on, he flicked the car seat back, pounced on me and secured the cuffs around my wrists. “This can go two ways..” he hovered over me and gripped my chin. “You can give in to me like a good little girl-and maybe, just maybe we can both have a good time...” he glanced down at me, a wry smile twisted his mouth. “Or you can make this very difficult for yourself and resist me. So it’s entirely up to you baby.” His breath reeked of smoke and alcohol, which caused my panic to increase.

My eyes rounded in shock. “You can’t do this-Chase is your friend,” I tried to reason with him, my voice containing a hint of the panic I felt. My heart was racing as I tried to process what was about to happen. Not again-this can’t be happening to me again...

“Chase has been making a totally good piece of meat go to waste so I’m going to show you how it’s done.”

His arms wrapped around me, dragging our bodies tight against each other. His fingers dug into my back, as he forced his lips on me, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip when I refused to give him entry.

I whimpered in pain and he mistook it for one of pleasure. “You like it rough don’t you?” He was so dirty, coarse, and revolting that his proximity made me nauseous. “I bet you dorky Corbyn didn’t know how to handle a wild card like you right? Neither did Chase. You teased him relentlessly and made him fall for you. Says you the best thing that hottest thing he had ever seen. Turned him into a wimp you did,” he grunted as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

“Get ready for the ride of your life baby.” His face quivered and immediately assumed a vindictive expression as he tried to push my tight leather skirt up to my waist but it got stuck, making him frustrated. “I’m going to enjoy you wither way, pretty girl. Wher there’s a will there’s a way..” He clambered over me and pinned my cuffed hands above my head as he assaulted my frigid body with his mouth and rough hands.

I struggled under his heavy weight in vain and somehow it seemed to spur him on or excite him further.

“I always see you in these short, skimpy skirts and always wondered what it would feel like to touch these nice legs... That’s why you wore them right? For guys like me to lust after you? Well, it worked pretty Blue...It worked wonders...” his calloused hands traveled up and down my thighs, still attempting to rip my skirt. “Has Corbyn or Chase ever touch you like this? Huh?!” he whispered. “Answer me??!” he growled. “Tell me I’m better! Tell me you like what I’m doing to you-that it excites you...Say it, you two-bit w***e?!” he glared at me menacingly and when I didn’t flinch his hand flew across my face, my cheek stinging from the impact.

Hysteria gripped me, as I tried to fight him, ultimately sinking my teeth in his shoulder. He merely laughed as I tried to quell a panic attack. I hadn’t had one in a long time and it took over me, rendering me helpless. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t focus... And Deacon’s wicked laughter seemed to further aggravate it further.

“This is so hot baby...I’ve never had s*x with someone while they’re having a nervous breakdown,” he cackled. “Just hold that thought pretty girl. I just need to take my pants off ao I can wave my magic wand inside you. Who knows it just might calm you down?"

Suddenly we heard a loud crash of glass breaking, the shards flying all over the confined space. I covered my face and screamed hysterically. Everything happened so fast as a pair of strong hands slipped in and yanked a dazed Deacon by the collar and hauled him out through the broken jagged window, the glass grazing his skin in the process and causing him to howl in pain.

“You sick bastard!” Corbyn’s enraged voice resounded over the field as he straddled Deacon’s body and socked it to him like there was no tomorrow. “I warned you not to touch her!” He screamed in Deacon’s face as he continued to pummel him in the face. “I’m going to kill you!”

“Corbyn, stop!” I heard Melani’s voice screaming. ” Please stop or you’re going to kill him!”

“That’s the point Melani!” He shot back. “He deserves to die after what he did!”

“Corbyn please!” Melani cried in a choked voice. “You’ve already knocked him out-and-and his not worth it Corbyn...Please...”

I watched, frozen and unable to move as he finally relented. Only then did his senses register the guy before him, Melani, and me cowering in the front seat, cold fear spilling out of my eyes.

“Blue?” he stood up and rushed to me, while Mel tended to her scumbag.

He opened the car door and cradled my face so tenderly. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” His expression was a fifty-fifty mixture of pain and anger.

“I’m sorry baby," Corbyn said with tears in his eyes. "I shouldn’t have left you-this is all my fault...” Chest heaving, he peered closely at me, his glistening eyes searching mine, as if trying to assess the extent of the damage inflicted on my person.

I began to cry and sob as I clung to him. “Take-m-me home Corbyn...I just-want-to-go home. Ple-a- home...wanna go-ho-ome...”

“It’s okay Blue. I got you...” he slid his arms under me and swung me off the seat, taking me to his car. He held me close as I wept softly into his chest. “You’re safe now Laura-Jane...I got you, baby,” he said in a soothing tone as he bent over and buckled my seatbelt.

The Range Rover skidded as he reversed he threw one last lethal look at Deacon as Melani tried in vain to wake him up, then drove away at lightning speed.

“Do you want to go to the hospi-”

“NO!” I cried out frantically.

He gripped the steering wheel more tightly, his knuckles turning white. “Police?”

“No...No police-I just want-just take me home. Please Corbyn?” I started to cry again. “I just-”

“Okay. Okay... I’ll take you home if that’s what you want.” He reached out for my hand and placed it on his warm, taut thigh as he navigated the car.

“Sing for me...please...” I asked as I leaned back on the headrest, my eyes closed.

“I can put on some music?”

“No...I want to hear your voice... It calms me-comforts me...”

I snuggled into the seat, my hand still tightly gripping Corbyn’s as he began to sing James Arthur. Eventually, I fell asleep, lulled by the sound of his hypnotic but soothing voice.