Chapter Twenty Five
Phillip tapped on Cecelia’s door after everyone was asleep. “Let me in,” he whispered. “No! You’re drunk!” she accused. “Cece, it’s me, your Philly. Come on, My Angel, let me in. I just want to talk to you,” he pleaded. “Ok, we can talk, but you’ve got to be quiet,” she whispered. “Your mother is going to hear you,” she cautioned. Phillip nodded, grinning that she was giving in. Without another word, Phillip started kissing her with unbridled passion, pushing her against a wall and holding her arms up over her head. She could smell the alcohol on him and taste it in his kisses, which disgusted her. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger than her and he pinned her against the wall with his body weight. When he started kissing her neck, she succeeded in getting away from him.
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