Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“Love you, Kellen. I’ve always loved you.”
“I love you too, Annika.”
I’ll love this girl until my dying breath, guaranteed.
Chapter Four
Annika
Ugh. It’s Monday morning and I didn’t want to leave Kellen’s bed; well I guess it’s our bed now. We spent the entire weekend making love. I’m deliciously sore, so I definitely didn’t want to go to school this morning, but I have a test in math class today that I can’t miss. Which is why I find myself sitting down gingerly at my desk in Mr. Holland’s trig class, more than wishing I had a pillow.
I finished my test and am now waiting for the bell to ring to dismiss for the day. I forgot my book at home, so I can’t pull that out and get lost in it. Instead, I’m staring at my engagement ring. I’m finding it hard to believe this is real. Who gets everything they ever wanted? When the bell rings, I grab my backpack and wait my turn to exit the classroom like every one else. Out in the hallway, I head toward my locker to drop this text book and grab my literature book when I crash into someone.
“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” I say automatically as a hand tightens around my bicep. “Ow,” I cry, but the grip gets tighter instead of looser.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t Annie Andrews,” the voice says. I know that voice.
“Roland? What are you doing here?” I steel myself to keep the sound of my fear out of my voice. This guy hurt me once upon a time and he was sent away for it. I burned the clothes I had on that day. He roughly grabbed me under my skirt and then slapped the hell out of me and shoved me down on the floor when I drove my knee right into his balls. He called me vile things in front of his stupid jock friends until suddenly Kellen was there and Roland was arrested.
“I got out of juvie last week. Aged out,” he says smugly. The bell rings again and I vaguely hear classroom doors close until we are the only two people still in the hall. “You’re the first person I wanted to see.” His eyes get dark, and I shiver. He starts dragging me toward the doors at the front of the school.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask about to start screaming my head off.
“Stop talking and don’t even think about screaming, Annie. I’ve got a gun and I’m not afraid to use it.” He looks meaner and more muscular than he did two years ago. I can hardly believe it because he was a mean motherfucker back then. What did two years in juvie do to him? Obviously, it didn’t rehabilitate him or else he wouldn’t be doing this right now.
I shut my mouth and let him lead me outside of the school and to a large black panel van parked in front. Shit. If I get into that van, I know it’ll be over. At the mall, there were others around and he still did what he did. What will he do when he’s got me alone?
I dig in my heels and stop walking.
“Let’s go you stupid bitch. I’m not messing around.” He pulls an ancient looking pistol out of his pocket. It seriously looks like something a solider in the Civil War would have used. Does that thing even work?
“Why?”
“Why?” he asks, brandishing his gun. “Why? You can’t be serious, Annie.” God, I hate when people call me Annie. “You ruined my fucking life. I lost everything. Destiny broke up with me. I lost my scholarship. Now, I’m stuck in this stupid ass town for the rest of my life all because you couldn’t take a fucking joke,” he shouts. Loudly. If he keeps this up, he’ll attract attention and that’s what I want.
“I didn’t do those things. You did. When you attacked me. That’s what you did. It wasn’t a joke. You can’t touch people like that and expect them to roll over and take it.”
“Yes. I could. I did. Being the captain of the football team, chicks did whatever I wanted them to do. They thanked their lucky stars that I wanted to fuck them.”
“Not this chick.” He’s a fucking pig.
“One in a hundred. You didn’t have to call the fucking cops.”
“I didn’t. Someone who worked at the mall did,” I say, jerking my arm from his grasp. “Put your war musket away before you do something stupid.” I probably shouldn’t be goading him, but I can’t help it. I want to rip his face off right now.
“Get in and shut up. If I’m going to be labeled a monster, I’m damn well going to do what I want to you.”
“Is everything okay here, Miss… Andrews. Annika Andrews?”