Falling for the Cheerleader

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, the muddy water splashes and stains them, but I’m not concerned about them at all. I ran as fast as I could, ducking under plants and knocking a few vases and

Aunt S

rds me, nearly snapping my ankles with his strong jaw, but

or let myself acknowledge the pain or cry over it. I blink ba

l his rough fingers graze my bare neck lightly in an attempt to grab me. It’s futile. My heart is beating so hard against my ribcage in fear and I’m sweating in the cold

onged there and had every right to come in freely. Well, he kind of had. He grabs me by the front of my shirt and slaps my cap off. I fl

ersonal space. He’s trying to intimidate me with

sing his bootclad feet to

e are freaking dolce and gabbana”, I scol

th, trying to shove him off me, but to no avail. He was u

demands and slaps my fist away

hat? Get over you

you red-handed.” He laughs in a voi

d at the

the crazy one for chasing me out. Get away fr

I knew I’d poked the

lies the most. He used to get so angry and violent whenever

jerk my head back so hard I’m

rk shade of green. His pupils dilate, growing darke

I could, dragging my acry

ven looking back or picking up my cap. I was playing with fire and

my heels as I made it to the porch and took the steps three at a time. He wouldn’t da

the wind was strong a

my mouth so hard, I’m unable to

the floor, holding my back against his na

er crushes onto a tree in t

the stairs. The tears I was holding back spill down my cheeks at my helplessnes

did it again since it seemed to be his weak spot

crash hard onto the floor, roll

he’s quicker and pushes m

e hand. I moan into his palm in pain, bucking up and thrashing wildly, trying to break free. A fier

ll be the perfect incentive t

looked like he would go along with that

glared at him, hatre

just because I was the p

. Give it back whilst I’m being nice.”

anything of yo

e fucking p

he wanted to see me weak and powerless. He always liked to look down

ng about, so go ahead and do your worst. My parents might open the door any

our worst, it’s a

ve into my shirt, grabbing onto my boob and squ

one on my stomach and yank

hen he had grabbed me earli

wet lick

w

pants and does it aga

ze me now buddy? W

and licks my

makes an appreciative growl. I smile and look up, realizing we are both alone. He must have left when Milo attacked me with his sloppy tongue.

g moment! Forget humiliat

let’s go in