CHAPTER THREE

KAYLA'S  POV

"Hey beautiful, waiting for me?”

His voice sent chills down my spine and goosebumps broke out on every visible part of my skin.

He towered over me as he came closer.

I wanted to haul every bit of my lunch.

"Ethan please don't." I squeaked out.

But he didn't stop.

He kept coming at me until he backed me in between sinks .

He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged it, hard.

"You little tease, you've had it coming all along" he snared.

Wait, what?

I'm totally confused here, throw me a hook you sonofabitch .

He yanked my hair again, way harder this time until tears pooled in my eyes but I didn't scream or give him the satisfaction of watching them roll down my face.

"I know you want me, " he drawled.

"If not, you wouldn't have worn all these sexy little numbers  screaming fuck me that you've been coming to school in."

There was nothing wrong or whorelike about my dresses.

I prayed that he keeps talking until someone walks in and saved me.

He tilted my face back so I was staring directly at him.

"Not to worry now sugar, I have you now and I'm going to fuck you so good you'll come pleading for more."

Nothing have ever disgusted me  so much as when he covered my mouth with his cold slimy lips.

His kiss was sloppy and repulsive.

I struggled against his hold but it wasn't doing any good because he was much bigger than I was and his hold was stronger.

I felt sick when he began pawing and groping me.

He was heavy while pressing on me and the awful grunting sounds he made would hunt  for a long time after this.

I was already resigned to my fate and praying to die when his bulky mass was yanked off me forcefully.

The relief that coursed through my body was staggering.

My body slid down till I  was crouched and sitting on my butt.

I couldn't see my saving angel because of the tears burning my eyes and blurring my vision.

I knew I was going to have a passionate hatred and fear of bulky, huge, brown haired guys.

And bathrooms too.

That was the last thought in my head before I went blank.

RICK'S  POV

It was disgusting the way these mother fuckers thought it was okay to indulge girls in sexual activities without their consent.

I have always promised myself that I won't ever get involved in the students issues here no matter what.

They were all grown ups with supposedly mature minds.

The sight of some helpless girl struggling to get free, from some guy I could swear was Ethan Bassman, while getting groped  made me drop that resolve in one instant though.

I was just going to get her free and teach that pig a lesson or two before sending him off to disciplinary panel but that was before I found out the girl being violated here was Kayla.

My Kayla!

I couldn't control the surge of rage that rose in me as I threw him off her and kept pounding my fist into his goddamn face and shouting profanities at him.

For his size, he surprisingly couldn't land me a neat punch in his defence.

I was only slightly taller and he was way bulkier but still couldn't save his ass.

One of them sissy guys that are only strong with the girls!

I was more occupied with doing his face in with my fist that I didn't notice Kayla had passed out.

I dropped his body like hot coal immediately I heard the soft thud of her body making contact with the floor.

I made a beeline for her, checking her vitals and scooping her limp body into my arms, then I made a mad rush for the door of the bathroom.

Classes were on so the halls were very empty, thank God.

My first thought was to take her to the school's clinic but when I really thought it through I knew it was dumb.

Kayla is a quiet and kinda withdrawn girl .

Taking her to the clinic would raise questions whose answers would throw her in a lime light she would never be ready for.

I took a much better decision and took a turn through an abandoned hallway that leads you right into the garage.

I hid her face in the crook of my neck in case someone saw and wanted to start a gossip.......at least there wouldn't be a face to the story.

She was soft, light and pliant in my arms and the feel of that was making me hard.

I cursed myself mentally. I should be thinking about her health and safety not how good it feels to hold her and getting hard.

Tucking her into the front seat proved challenging because as I leaned down to cross her safety belt, I was in clear vision of those luscious lips that have kept me awake on most nights.

I couldn't cover the few inches between our lips and kiss her gently and thoroughly, as she deserved.

It was frustrating but doing that would have made me the biggest hypocritical asshole I know so I put the urge under control and pulled back.

I rounded the hood of the car before getting behind the wheel.

The ride to my crib wasn't that long.

I'd wanted to take her to her house and save myself a whole lot of trouble.

And temptation.

But she looked so peaceful sitting there with her eyes closed and her enticingly pink lips, slightly parted and I just couldn't bring myself to wake her.

I carried her out of the car all the way to my room .

There was nothing I wouldn't have given in that moment just to be able to lie next to her and draw her little body into mine.

But that in itself would freak her out if she woke up to that.

I left the room and called my doctor to come check her seeing as she hasn't opened her eyes since the incident.

The examination was brief.

He said she was more awake than she was asleep but she doesn't want to wake and face what happened yet.

I understood that coping mechanism very well, I use it too sometimes.

Avoiding the issue till you can't anymore.

Knowing she wasn't going to come out anytime soon left me with enough time on my hands to get some work done.

I got working on my Mac book and before I knew it it was already getting dark.

God, how many hours did I spend working on that.

I Stood and stretched myself out.

I ordered pizza because I knew she'd be hungry when she woke up but mostly because I'm not big on cooking.

In the minutes it took for the delivery guy to get here, I had a quick shower.

The urge to go into my guest room and check on her was there and strong enough but I heard some shuffling around in the room that indicated she was awake and I decided to let her  come find me when she was ready.

No startling the lady, right?

I went out to the dinning room and began setting the table for two.

I didn't hear her come into the room but I could felt her eyes on me.

I raised my head to look at her and I just couldn't stop.

Her eyes were a little dazed from all the sleeping and her glorious hair was finally out of that forever bun and flowing down her back.

I wanted so much to run my fingers through it and then tilt her head and take her lips in a slow, sweet and searing kiss.

My eyes dropped to her mouth with that thought and it made me so angry to see that her lips were a bit swollen from some other bastards kiss.

Her face crunched up in a frown and that was about the cutest thing I've ever seen.

The neckline of her shirt was sagged probably from the struggle and I could see the soft and beautiful skin of her boobs.

Oh God I'm so fucked!

 KAYLA'S  POV

The way he was looking at me was disconcerting, kind of. 

But I liked it.

And I shouldn't.

I should be scared of him, and angry at him .

But I'm not.

I stood there watching him watching me.

And getting wet from the intensity of his gaze.

"What I'm I doing here?" I asked, for the need of something to say and mostly because I was confused on what I was doing here with the one person in the world who hated me the most .

"Getting better. You passed out a while back, so I brought you here for the time being while you got rested and better." He explained gently, his eyes trained on my face, gauging my reaction.

It all came flooding back then.

Ethan standing in the bathroom, grabbing my hair, forcing his mouth on mine, running his filthy hand all over my body, groping me!

I jerked a step back, tears pooling in my eyes and threatening to fall.

I remembered someone throwing him off, saving me from a permanent scarring.

I blinked away the tears and stared at him.

The person who had saved me from Ethan, could it be......... Him?

He seemed to have read the question on my face because he rushed to say,

"I found you lying unconscious on the bathroom floor, so I brought you here. To my house."

So he didn't know what had happened there.

Thank God.

I wouldn't be able to look at him every damn time and know that he'd seen me almost get raped.

I'll never be able to live that one down and he will so hold it over my head every time for the rest of my stay in college.

"Why did you help me?" I asked,   "You hate me."

He didn't answer that immediately.

He stalled, then smiled and said,

"Are you sure about that, sweet pea? If you give it enough time you might find out otherwise."

The way he said "sweet pea" did sweet but dangerous things to me.

He was different tonight and I wondered how long he was planning to keep the act going before we are back to our normal routine.

It was quiet after that.

Dinner was a quiet affair. None of us spoke while we ate the pizza he must have ordered while I was still out.

The incident with Ethan kept flashing before my eyes.

Until it was too much for me.

I didn't even know I've stopped nibbling on my pizza.

Tears were falling from my eyes.

It was like I was reliving this afternoon, like I was in a nightmare without even going to sleep.

His hands were cold when they touched me and I screamed.

"Please don't do it" I kept muttering.

"Please don't."

I was hearing his voice telling me to calm down.

That it was OK.

Asking me to trust him.

To let him hold me.

But the voice in my head was getting louder.

It was saying, "I've got you now, it is all okay."

But I knew it was not okay.