Save Me (Taken Series Book 1) (17 page)

I don’t answer because I know he doesn’t really want to hear it. Jeremy leans against the door and just stares at me. His eyes like lasers’ zeroing in on their intended target before they strike. I don’t know what he wants from me but I pray that he doesn’t try to take it from me now. I just want to be left alone. I just want my chance to end my life before he gets his chance to take what he’s been wanting from me.

Jeremy looks nothing like the coach from school. This is a whole new person. Being a coach at my high school he looked approachable, handsome, and nice! Now he just looks like the devil himself. Maybe that’s because I’ve seen a side of him that nobody else has. The demented stalker. He looks at me with lust and it makes my skin crawl because I know what he wants. What he’s been waiting for. He’s been waiting for me. For my body. He may be able to have my body by sheer force but he will never have my heart.

“You know what I want. Don’t you? You tease me wearing that skirt shorter than the other girls while you performed your cheers. Always strutting around shaking your ass in front of me so I would notice. Only wearing your sports bra when you practiced. You did that for me. And then you run. You play hard to get. I’m all for games but you nearly fucked everything up for us. Tsk. Tsk. You’ve been very naughty and I think it’s time you get punished.” Fear rushes through me. He’s going to do this now. He’s not going to give me a chance to escape. To stop what is about to happen.

“I don’t share and that bastard who took you from me touched my property. He touched you and he had to pay so I put a bullet in his brain. We don’t need to worry about him again. Your mine now and nobody can save you or ever take you away.” A smile splits his face in the cruelest way. I whimper at his words. I know what’s coming. I know his plans. There’s no stopping it and no stopping him as I wish to just disappear.

“Please don’t do this. Please!” I beg him. I’m not opposed to begging if it will stop him from touching me.

“Oh yes. Beg. I love to hear you beg. Beg for your life. Beg for your virtue. Hearing please come from those sweet lips is like music to my ears.” What a sick fuck. I will not beg him. I will not give him the satisfaction of my pleas. I will not utter a sound or shed a single tear because soon, soon it will be all over. He may hurt me now but the moment he steps out of this room I will end my life. I just need to get through this one act and then I will set myself free.

I close my eyes as I wait. I hear him as he slowly comes to the bed and positions me so I’m bend over the bed. My arms are still tied together behind my back and my ankles too.

“Oh come on baby. Don’t get quiet on me now. I love hearing the sweet sound of your voice.” I start to thrash as his hands grab hold of my waist. I’m still only in Forrest’s shirt  I threw on when we heard the knock was making this position way to accessible for him and even though I know it won’t stop the events about to unfold I still try.

“Oh yeah baby. Keep fighting me. I love it. I’m already so fucking hard for you.” He grabs the back of my neck and forces my head down as he grinds into me. I still don’t make a sound but my heart hammers in my chest with adrenaline and fear. He grinds into me once more before sliding his hand from my waist to cup me. He rubs me and I want to puke. This is all so wrong.

“Don’t worry, baby. I have lube. I’ll slide right in with it.” I hear the jingle of his belt being undone and his pants dropping making me cringe with what he is about to do. He places his hand between my legs again roughly pushing a finger into me. The rough intrusion of not one, not two but three fingers spreading me causes me to cry out making him grip my neck hard and push me down more forcefully.

“You like that do you? I knew you would.” A lone tear escapes but he doesn’t notice as he is too busy playing with me. He pulls out of me before replacing his fingers with his cock. I thrash some more trying to wiggle away from him but it’s no use. He slams into me hard and groans in pleasure.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. God you’re tight. You feel so fucking good. I have waited for this for so long.”

“Stop. Please stop. It hurts. Please!” I know I shouldn’t cry and beg but I want him to stop. I need him to stop. God it feels like he’s ripping me in two he’s so rough.

“That’s it. Keep begging. I’m so close… So close…Oh yeah…” He grunts as he pounds into me from behind while I cry into the mattress. I just want it to be over. It feels like eternity as his thrust become more jerky and rough.

“Oh fuck…” I know when he comes because he pins me harder to the mattress and holds himself there as he pulsates deep into me. I can feel the warm liquid as it continues to squirt into me.

He doesn’t say another word as he pulls out of me and his grip releases off my neck. Going to the rope around my wrists he quickly unties my hands then pulls his pants up. He doesn’t say another word to me as he unlocks the door and leaves locking it back up behind him.

As soon as I know he’s gone I let it out. I scream into the mattress and cry. I feel dirty, sick and abused. As soon as I get it out of me a few minutes later I turn over and look around the room for something to help me end my life. I don’t want to go through this again. I don’t want to be in a world where Forrest isn’t in it and where I’m stuck here with this monster being raped on a daily basis.

I untie my ankles quickly then check the dresser drawers first but they’re empty. Then I check the closet, under the bed, and around the room finding nothing that could help me succeed in my mission. The window is locked so I take the blanket and wrap it around my fist before hitting and cracking the window. My first attempt managed to just hurt my hand and didn’t break the window. My second attempt was successful but I had to act quickly because it was loud. I grab a piece of the broken glass a run it across both wrists.

The sting was a welcome relief before the rush of blood pours out of me. I don’t know how fast you bleed out by cutting yourself so I cut myself nearly a dozen times all over my wrists and arms. The more times I cut myself the more relief I feel.

As I watch my life source flow down my arms from all the cuts I start to feel dizzy. I become lightheaded and closer to passing out. I barely register when Jeremy storms into the room. I don’t understand anything he is saying as he yells at me. The last thing I remember is being lifted up and placed on the bed before the world goes dark.

I succeeded. I’m dead. I ended my life and escaped hell. I no longer have to feel his grimy hands all over my body and inside of me. There will be no more beatings or words of love coming from him. I won’t have to live in a world where Forrest no longer resides. I’m free from a life of abuse, rape, and ultimate fear for what’s going to happen to me next. I know I will never be found again and there is nothing that I could do to change that which is why I chose this fate for myself.

I don’t know where I go from here. Do I go to heaven because I believe in god and I believe I was a good person deep down, or do I go to hell because I ended my life? I’m not sure yet. I just arrived and it’s awfully dark in here. Except there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Is this where you choose your destination? Am I supposed to decide which way to go from here or is my fate going to be chosen for me once I step foot in the light?

I’m not scared.

Ok maybe I am just a little. I mean, I don’t really want to go to hell for taking my life. I’m sure this hell will be more desired than the situation I would have continued to be in staying alive with that psychopath, but I shouldn’t be punished when my situation was so fucked up. I think a lot of people would have at least attempted to do what I did. I just happened to succeed in my mission.

I float towards the light slowly, feeling nervous not knowing what’s on the other side. The closer I get the more I feel as if I’m being sucked into the light by a force beyond my control. The closer I get the louder the white noise makes and the brighter and more blinding the light becomes to where it becomes unbearable. I cover my ears with my hands but it’s of no use.

My head is pounding like the beat of my erratic heart feeling like it’s going to explode. I start to feel cold like I’m sitting in the freezing cold temperatures of winter. I don’t know what any of this means but it can’t be good. Maybe I am going to hell. Maybe that’s why I feel as if I’m hearing that monsters voice calling my name the farther I’m pulled into the light. I’m terrified about where I’m being dragged to.

I gasp for air. I feel like I’m suffocating. I still can’t see with the bright light but it feels as if some ones hands are around my neck squeezing the air from my lungs. I try to take a breath. Nothing. I try again. Still nothing. My eyes start to water as I continuously try to breath.

Then it happens. I can breathe again. I take deep gulp of air into my lungs and feel instant relief but when I open my eyes to try and see past the light all I see is hazy figures before me. I blink once, twice and they start to become clear. And that’s when I know.

I’m in Hell!!!

This can’t be? This has got to be some kind of joke. There is no way he is here now in hell staring down from above me with worried eyes. I blink again and realize he’s really here. Jeremy is really here. His mouth is moving but I don’t hear anything he is saying because I’m in shock. Why is he here? Why would they do this to me? Was I really that horrible of a person that they thought I deserved to be tortured by him even in hell?

“Sierra! Sierra!” Jeremy yells at me while shaking my shoulders to get my attention. “Sierra. What the fuck were you thinking? You almost died!”

I stare into his beautiful face that haunts my dreams and has become my recurring nightmare and cry. I don’t know how and I don’t know why but I’m back in that house and back with this evil man and there is nothing I can do about it.

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re okay.  I bandaged your cuts up so your good as new but you lost a lot of blood. No worries. I have a doctor that will be coming back in to check on you to and has stitched you up.” He doesn’t realize I did this on purpose trying to escape from him.

I just cry harder with dread now that there is no escape for me. I am stuck with him and all the abuse I will have to endure from here on out. This is my hell and that is why I was sent back here for trying to kill myself. This is my lesson.

Chapter 10

Jeremy

I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for her. I was told from the beginning not to. She is supposed to be the boss’ new toy. He has already claimed her for himself but how could I not fall in love with her innocence and beauty? She’s all I have ever wanted for myself. All I will ever want.

I have her now though. I have her all to myself and there is nothing ‘the boss’ can do about it. He’s probably dead, lying in a pool of his own blood like that other asshole I shot. If he’s not though, and he comes for her, I’ll kill him. There is no way he’s taking Sierra from me. I spent all that time watching her, figuring her out, memorizing her schedule, learning who her friends were and her family. There is no way I did all that studying and not get something out of it. I want her and I will have her for myself and there is nothing anyone can do about it.

I remember the first time I saw her. I was sent to her high school to find girls, capture them and sell them to the highest bidder. Some were just used as prostitutes being paid well for their services while others were brought to a private location where we held all the girls until the time of auction. When I saw Sierra though, I knew she was going to be mine. I knew she wasn’t to be sold to the highest bidder and I knew she wasn’t going to be pimped out. I also knew that she wasn’t going to ‘the boss.’

‘The boss’ had his eye on her for a while but being in the police department he couldn’t exactly watch her like he wanted. He couldn’t watch her every day or know her schedule or friends. There was no way for him to know her what she did on a daily basis, who she hung out with or even what she liked, so I was sent to get Intel on Sierra for ‘the boss’ all the while shopping for our clientele, finding girls and sometimes boys that fit their preference.

That first day I saw her across the quad talking to a group of girls. I already knew she was beautiful because of the photo I was given, but it didn’t compare to the ethereal beauty of seeing her in person. She glowed like an angel. She could have been an angel with all the innocence she displayed to the world. The more I watched her the more I realized she wasn’t pretending to be innocent, she truly was innocent. With the guard of her brother and his friend I never once seen any boy get close to her yet they all watched her from afar. Just like me.

I never realized how much attention I would get working at the school but it seemed every woman whether it be a student, teacher or parent fawned all over me. I was used to having girls hanging on me but being a teacher I had to learn how to show some distance. It was difficult because I still had a job to do that required me to get close to some of the students but I somehow managed to pull it off without being suspicious.