Almost Easy

Chapter Seventy-Eight:

My eyes searched for a way out of this mess, frantically. I couldn’t see one. There’s no way that I’m getting away from Derek unscathed. I can’t get my breathing under control and he’s barely touched me. I know what’s going to happen and it’s only making things worse. I know what he’s going to try and do. I don’t want it. I don’t want him. I don’t want this. I don’t want any of it.

“I swear to God that you will pay for this.” I spit at him. He gave a carnal grin that chilled me to the bones.

“Pumpkin, do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to fuck you? Do you know how hard it was to watch you parade around with someone else, when you’re mine?! Why would you want to hurt me like that?!” He demanded, slamming his fist into the wall beside me. I flinched, unable to help myself. He seemed to pick up on that and the mischievous glint in his eyes grew.

“I’m not yours! I’ve never been yours! What is it going to take for you to understand that?! You’re a pedophile!” I screamed. He grabbed me by my throat and pressed me further into the wall.

“You don’t like it when I manhandle you – do you? You don’t like the way it feels when I force myself on you. I know that. I also know that you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had and your resistance only makes it that much sweeter.” He sneered. My heart plummeted and my breathing increased. I can feel an episode coming on. I’m trembling and tears are pouring down my face.

“You deserve a lot worse than death for the things that you’ve done to me. I know that I’m not the only one, either. You’re too sick of a fuck to stop at one little girl – aren’t you?!” I screeched, unable to get a hold of my rage. “I hope that someone does this to you, so you know how awful it feels! Every time you touch me, I want to die! No matter what you do to me, I will never submit to you! Do you understand that?!” I taunted him.

He moved before I was ready for it. I knew it was coming. I knew what yelling at him would do, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’m pissed and right now, I have no filter. I haven’t had my meds since before I went shopping with Holly and Tiffany. I’m surprised it’s taken this long for an episode to hit me.

He slammed his fist into my stomach and I doubled over, falling into him. I growled and brought my knee up, into his groin. He howled with pain and shoved me to the floor. I crawled away from him, until I was able to get to my feet. He grabbed my shoulder and jerked me back into him. I cried out and he dug his fingers into my dislocated shoulder.

I jerked forward and caught him off guard. I spun around to face him and lunged at him. He looked at me in surprise, and I my hands found his face. I clawed his face and dug my thumb into his eye. He cried out and tried to pull me off of him. I just pressed harder. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me off of him.

When I looked at his face, I was satisfied. He’s a bloody mess and his eye looks unrecognizable. I shook my hand, trying to get his eye sludge off of it. Knowing that I hurt him in a permanent way, made me feel good, but it didn’t last long.

He growled and whipped my head back with his fist. I started to teeter over, but he grabbed my hair, again. He forced me back over to the couch. I waited until he let me go to move. I managed to hit him in the nose with my palm. He caught my wrist before I did too much damage.

I could hear him unbuckling his belt and pulling it off. I started to really panic. I fought to get away from him, giving it everything I could. He out-powered me, easily. He held me down and managed to wrap his belt around my neck, despite me thrashing around. He pulled until it was too tight and I couldn’t breathe.

“Stop fighting and I’ll let go.” He hissed. I just fought harder. I felt my knee collide with something and I socked him in the jaw. He glared at me and backhanded me. I groaned. I swear, it’s like I was seeing stars. Fuck. “Do you really want to die with my dick inside of you?!” He asked me, with his voice dripping with venom.

Something about his tone made me freeze. I saw his eyes and I knew that he wasn’t bluffing. He’s serious. He’d kill me and fuck my corpse. That scared me a lot more than anything else. I was in shock. I couldn’t move. I realized that I was starting to see black splotches. I’m lightheaded. I clawed at the hand that was holding the belt. He didn’t let up. I used both hands to try and loosen his grip, frantically. He wouldn’t budge.

I can’t breathe. Oh, my God. I’m going to die. He’s going to kill me. I don’t want him to be the last person I see. I can’t die this way!

Finally, I felt the leather start to ease up on my throat. I sucked in greedy mouthfuls of oxygen. I started coughing, trying to choke down more air.

I felt something against my stomach. I looked down and saw that while I was trying to get my noose off, he had cut off my shorts and underwear. I jerked against him. He traced my lady-parts with a knife. I froze. I looked at his face, pleading for him just to let me go.

The belt tightened against my throat, again. Silent tears coated my cheeks. I trembled against him. He kept his knife uncomfortably close to me. When he started to pull down his own pants, he moved his knife hand to hold the belt. The cold metal was sharp against my neck. I hissed when it nicked the skin covering the base of my throat.

I saw him open a condom with his teeth, before he put it on. I let out a small sigh of relief. Oh, thank God. If I make it out of here, by some miracle, I’m not about to have his baby. I couldn’t.
He positioned himself in front of my opening and I lost it. I managed to wedge leg in between us. I brought my knee up, catching him in the stomach, before using my leg to push him off of me. I scrambled off of the couch and bolted.

I didn’t make it very far. He tackled me and his knife went into side. I screamed. White hot pain flooded through my body. I shook as he parted my legs. I tried to turn and fight him, but he only drove his knife deeper in me. I was vaguely aware of the screaming that rang in my ears. I don’t even sound like myself.

I jerked my head back and hit him in the face. He grabbed the belt, and pulled until my circulation was cut off. He pushed himself into me. I cried out and tried to get him off of me, but it was no use. Between the belt and the knife, I could only do so much.

“You feel even better than I remember.” He grunted as he thrust all way inside of me. I whimpered and kept thrashing underneath him. He chuckled as he kept up his brutal
movements. I tried to block it out and think of anything else. My thoughts drifted to Brian. There’s no way that he’s going to want me after this. I don’t want me after this. Sobs shook my body as Derek had his way with me. “I love you, Pumpkin. Never forget that. God, you’re perfect. I love seeing your tears. Your blood is such a pretty red.” He groaned.

He let go of the belt and I was able to breathe, but only for a second. He yanked my hair and gripped it with the belt. I winced as he forced my back to arch with his new leverage.

He started to move erratically. I hope he’s close. I don’t know how much more of this that I can take. He pulled the knife out of my side and let it drop. I hissed as I felt the air irritate my wound, further. He moved his fingers to my cut and dug his nails inside. I screamed.

“Fuck, Lydia!” He yelled, barely audible over mine. He pulled out of me and rolled off, finally letting go of the belt for good. I tore it off of me and kept it in my hand. I crawled away from him, clutching my side. I don’t have a lot of medical knowledge, but I knew that my injury is deep. “You don’t know how much I needed that, Pumpkin.” He whispered.

I didn’t acknowledge him, just kept moving. He grabbed my ankle and I used my other foot to kick him. He grunted and pulled tighter. I twisted my torso so I could see him. I whipped my hand out and slapped him with his belt. He growled and his eyes darkened.

“D-d-don’t f-f-fucking t-t-ouch m-me.” I cried, shaking uncontrollably.

“Someone has to tend to your side.” He tried to reason with me. I shook my head, barely able to make out his face through my tears.

“You’re not touching me!” I screamed, hysterical. He inched closer to me and I whipped him, again. He finally stopped touching me. I was hyperventilating and I couldn’t stop myself. I made it to the bathroom and I shut and locked the door. I’ll stay here and wait for Adam. I’m not staying in the same room as that monster. I can’t. I just can’t.

Notes

This was a really difficult chapter to write. I had trouble getting into the right mindset to write it. No hate, please.

Next chapter should be up tomorrow.

Xo,
Katie