Page 16 of Imbalanced Minds
“Shut up and stop squirming, bitch. No one will hear you from here. I have you all to myself. If anyone does see they’ll think I’m helping you because you look wasted as fuck.” Tyrell drawls. He pulls my hair over my shoulder and his nose presses over the length of my neck, inhaling as he goes. Shivers run down my spine as bile rises from within.
Involuntary putting all fight and flight motions to rest (for whatever reason, something is immobilising me) I take in my surroundings as best I can. Shits not easy to see when nothing stays still.
I’m losing control, as if my body is not my own. Everything appears strange, like the outside world is having a party but I’m stuck in a nightmare.
Nothing is making any sense to me right now. I’m so certain I’ve drunk more than this and been in more control.
“What, did you think I’d forget how you teased me and showcased that pretty little arse and perfect rack right in front of me then told me to fuck off?” he scoffs. “I don’t think so, Iris. That wasn’t the only time I watched you tease me. No. I’ve been watching you since you left me. I was finally going to make my move when that bastard, Cory, came in and took what belongs to me.”
Unease devours me which makes me wonder if I’ll be able to escape him this time.
“Thought you could come back in here and act like you own the place, huh bitch. Fucking get this in your little blonde brain. I’m not gonna let a little whore like you get away with turning me down like you did ever again. You’re mine, bitch! Always have been.”
That’s when it hits me. I’ve never been free of him. Even when I thought it was over for me, Tyrell had different ideas.
“Your friend gave me a broken nose!” He roars, rage clearly settling in. “And your brother did nothing to help. In fact, he seemed just as interested in breaking my face as the other maggot. Now I’m going to teach him a lesson. He won’t want you when I’m done. No-one will. You’re like the rest of them—a cock tease whore. I should do worse for you denying me but that would be a waste. You’ll have no one but me when I’m finished with you, stupid bitch.”
This guy’s a madman. He’s not at all the person I once dated.
I try speaking up but all that comes out are stutters. “Wh-What are y-you going to d-d-do to m-me?” Getting a backhand to the face, I think that’s twice now as I count, he can tell I’m breaking. Whatever I’ve had tonight only seems to make him happier, almost excited, which scares me even more.
“I see the little concoction I slipped in your drink is working perfectly. You and your little friend didn’t even notice me slip it in while you were watching the crowd. Soon you won’t be able to do a damn thing but please me while I get retribution for all the time we’ve lost and all the trouble you’ve caused me.”
His words circle in my head; he spiked my drink? How could that be possible? I’m always so careful with my drinks and I would have noticed him that close. Wouldn’t I? But it explains so much.
Realisation dawns on me that it was not only the thought of him that gave me goosebumps but him in person. He was right there. This time the bile does come up and barely being able to move I angle my head the best I can so it’s not getting all over myself. This in turn earns me another, even harsher, slap to the face.
Being in this room, with no one to help or no sense of direction as my head is still spinning is the scariest sensation ever. I’m unable to rely on my body as I can’t feel or move a muscle the longer I’m in this situation. There’s no way I’m capable of getting myself free of this mess on my own. I internally cry for help as I acknowledge the room. It isn’t dark, but the world around me is as my eyes fail me too.
Using what seems like all my strength I whisper for someone to “help.”
The last thing I see is Tyrell’s sinister smile and raised fist before my eyelids fail me and I’m taken into the darkness.
A darkness that is not welcome.