Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(30)

“Well…what would it be for, then?” He mocks bluntly, sniggering at my face.

Disgusted by his attitude, I slap him. “You’re really a fucking bastard! Alex was right.” I try to stand up, but his body weight is on top of me. "Get off!”

He grabs me by the neck, holding me down. “Who do you think you are, bitch? I deserve to take this pussy. I dedicated a fucking song to you!”

“Get away from me,” I scream, my arms pushing him back.

“Shhh!” He covers my mouth with his palm. “Scream once more, and you’ll see. Now…” he starts to unfasten his belt and unzip his jeans, pushing them down.

I gasp, seeing his boner behind his boxers. I’m frightened, my heartbeat keeps thundering. I glance around for my iPhone—it’s inside my purse on the other side of the bed, although not too far from my reach.

“Time to take what is mine.”

I try to move my hand to discreetly reach it, but he grabs my wrists and devours my mouth violently so I can’t scream any further. Fuck! I’ve got to call Alex. I bite Jimmy’s tongue so hard that he releases me instantly.

“Alex!” I scream as loud as I can. But the music is loud, too loud.

“Such a bitch! You fucking bit my tongue!” He slaps me back.

I yell in pain but manage to grab my iPhone.

“Put the phone down!”

I press the call button, but he throws the phone on the floor and pulls me back to the center of the bed. As I try to move, he lays his entire body on top of me—it’s getting hard to even breathe! He pinches my lips. “Now you shut the fuck up. Are we clear?”

He slips the other hand down between my thighs. I feel his sweaty fingers reaching my panties. I scream again, with tears of rage rolling down my face and my legs trembling. He kisses my mouth so viciously that I feel like I’m suffocating. I want to throw up in disgust, but he inserts his repugnant tongue in my mouth to lick mine. Then I start sobbing. Tired of having my arms flailing around him, he holds my skinny wrists tight behind the pillow with one single hand. I’m paralyzed by his torso; my entire body quivers. I close my eyes, shaking my head repeatedly in an attempt to free his repulsive mouth from mine. But the more I try to fight, the more I feel him crushing my chest, his tongue wriggling inside my mouth and his arousal growing. Oh God. I just want to die at this precise moment, instead of having to feel his disgusting fingers near my crotch, pressing into me.

I hear glass break against something.

His fingers stop, his entire body becomes motionless—Jimmy falls over me, unconscious. I’m able to make out Alex standing behind him, pulling his brother’s body away from me.

I can finally breathe again. My face grows red as I think about what could’ve happened.

But my attention shifts back to Alex, who sits beside me. Wow. His eyes are even more frightened and full of hatred than mine, his heartbeat even louder. “It’s alright, Petra. I’m here,” he murmurs.

A wave of emotion consumes me, and at the sound of his voice, I hug him instantly, sobbing against his chest. “Oh God,” I howl. “I feel so terrible.” He holds me firmly in his arms, kissing the top of my head while caressing the long strands of my hair to comfort me. “You were so right—”

“Shh… I’m here. It’s over.” He looks into my eyes and dries some tears with his thumbs. “It’s over,” he repeats in a whisper, holding my jaw. “Did he hurt you? Definitely on the right cheek, you are so red.”

“He slapped me,” I confess, looking down, ashamed.

“Hey.” He brings my chin up. “This bastard will never touch you again. We will report him to the police now.”

“No! Don’t go to the police. It’ll only bring trouble to all of us, and Dad will know about it.”

“Petra, have you seen what he did to you? This monster should never walk the streets ever again.”

“Don’t go to the police, please,” I insist. “It’s your brother. He was under the influence of alcohol and cocaine. I’m sure he’ll regret it as soon as he wakes up.”

“That’s totally irrelevant. His behavior was absolutely inexcusable. We should report him.”

“I don’t want to. It won’t wash away what he did. No one needs to know about this. Dad will be so disappointed in both of us.” He frowns in confusion at my answer. “In me, because I went to his bedroom, and in you because... well... technically you allowed me to,” I explain.

He sighs loudly, but no one is up for any more debate. “We’ll discuss it later. Now, let’s go home.” He kisses my forehead softly one last time, holds me by the hand, and we finally leave.





I’ve never felt so scared and abused in my entire life. How did Jimmy have the guts to do something like that? Was it only because he was under alcohol and cocaine, as I said? Or was it a premeditated act? I shudder at the thought of him. I stare at my godfather instead. He’s driving, focused on the road, but visibly angry. I want to thank him, but his glare is so enraged, so full of fury. I wonder what he’s thinking.

“I’m truly sorry for his behavior, Petra.” He punches the steering wheel in anger. “Damn it! Such a fucking asshole. I can’t believe it.”

“It’s alright… I’m fine now,” I reply, to cool him down. “Thank you for being there for me.”