The Bet: A Bully Romance(68)

Bang. Another kick echoes through the room. Bang. The sound is so loud and violent, I feel it in my bones. I feel the anger, the energy he’s exerting with every single kick.

“Two minutes, Jules, two minutes,” Remmy assures me.

“I don’t know if the door will hold that long,” I rasp, watching wide-eyed as the dresser moves with every kick.

Bang. The last kick has the dresser moving away from the door an inch and the next one after that has the door handle coming off. Each kick eats away at the only thing protecting me from him. My heart races so fast I don’t even feel it beating anymore. I just feel like my whole body is vibrating with fear.

“Jules, are you there?” I don't answer, the words are lodged in my throat when I see Cole pushing the door open. I jump up, dropping the phone where I am and run over to the dresser, trying to push it back against the door.

I’m pushing from one side while he pushes from the other, almost like we are in a reversed tug of war. I use every ounce of strength I have, but I can feel him gaining on me inch by inch. I dig my heels into the floor, but I keep sliding, the dresser skidding away from the door with each shove.

“I’m going to really enjoy making you bleed, bitch.” Cole’s voice is much closer now and when I look up and crane my head around the dresser, I find that he is halfway into the room. Squeezing his body through the small opening, he gains entry.

I’m trapped…trapped, with nowhere to go.

“Was that really needed?” His eyes gleam with rage as he lurches toward me. His hand wraps around my throat, and within seconds, I’m slammed against the nearest wall. If there were air in my lungs, it would be gone, but there isn’t any air...because Cole’s grip is so tight it feels like I’m breathing through a straw.

“Now instead of just fucking you…I’m going to fuck you and then slit your throat. I’m sure your precious Remmy will enjoy finding you with my cum dripping out of your cunt, all while you’re lying helplessly on the ground choking on your own blood.”

His meaty hands start to rip at my clothes, tearing the fabric with one hand while keeping the other tightly around my throat. It’s getting harder to breathe, harder to keep my eyes open, but that doesn't stop me from fighting him.

I’ll fight him until my last breath if I have to. I scratch, hit, slap, and kick at him like I’m a wild animal. I do anything, and everything I can to keep him from touching me. I claw his face and get him in the eye, making him hiss out in pain and tighten his grip on my throat. He adds his second hand and squeezes until my vision blurs.

No! I dig my nails into his skin, feeling them pierce through the flesh but he doesn’t budge, not until he hears the loud bang of something hitting the door. He turns to the now moving door, his eyes going wide.

Cole releases me the moment Rem and Seb appear in the room. Cole swings his closed fist at Rem, but he’s too fast. Rem’s closed fist smashes into Cole’s face half a second later. The impact sends Cole staggering backward and the next thing I know, Seb is on him, tackling him to the ground. Sebastian starts raining punches down on Cole’s face too.

My body is shaking, the entire room spinning around me, and then Remmy appears in front of me, kneeling on the ground.

“Are you okay?” His eyes roam over me as if he is scanning me for injuries. He lifts his hands to touch my shoulders, but I don’t let him, instead I lunge at him, throwing my arms around him. I close my eyes and bury my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.

“You’re okay now, I’m here,” he whispers into my hair and waves of relief wash over me.

I know what he’s saying is true.

He is here now and I’m safe.

I can hear police sirens approaching in the distance, and I cling tighter to Remmy. He holds me in his arms, shielding me from Cole, from the blood I know that mars Sebastian's fists, from the chaos going on around us.

He holds me together as I fall apart all over again. And still, as the world comes crashing down on me, I find he’s the only person I want holding me up.

“D-Did you call the police?” I ask him.

“Yes, didn’t you call the police before you called me?”

“No.” That fact only now occurs to me.

“It’s okay. They’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

The police fill the room, making it seem smaller and smaller, but Rem never lets me go. They handcuff Cole and drag him out of the room all the while I’m clinging to Remmy with a death grip.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry,” Remmy keeps repeating quietly and that’s when I realize I already know the answer to my earlier question.

Could I ever forgive him? Yes.

“I love you. I have always loved you and I don’t think that will ever change.” At my words, his arms tighten to almost pain around me.

“I love you too, Jules. So fucking much. I don't know what’s wrong with me. I don't know why I keep fucking up, but I do know that I love you and that I will do anything that I can to prove it to you if you let me.”

“I don’t want to be apart anymore,” I say. “I want to be with you…always.”

“And you will be. From this day on, it’s you and me, Jules. You and me.”





Chapter Twenty-Five