Violet
Lucas’s scream echoed through my ears, sharp and furious, but not loud enough to summon help. I didn’t unclench my jaw even as he hissed and tugged.
“Let f*****g go, you b***h!”
I snarled, keeping a hold of him until I couldn’t, and he ripped his hand out of my mouth.
I spit out the taste of him and went back to screaming.
He snarled and his grip loosened. I twisted, slamming my elbow into his ribs. Lucas grunted, his grip loosening just enough for me to pull free. My legs felt weak and unsteady, but I pushed through the haze of the drug and bolted down the path as fast as I could manage.
It looked like I was running back into the garden. Again, but I didn’t care. I just had to get away from him. To hide. To buy more time before I couldn’t fight or see or move.
“Get ba
