When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(111)

I push off the concrete trying to gain leverage on him. He slams his fist into the side of my head. My vision immediately goes blurry. The pain makes my stomach lurch in protest. Craig grips my wrists flipping me over onto my back keeping me trapped underneath him.

I try to fight him off again with no luck. The more I struggle the more physical he gets. It takes a handful of slaps to my face and an elbow to my nose to figure it out. Blood’s running down my throat causing me to choke. I tilt my head to the side to alleviate the pain in my throat from violently coughing.

Craig grabs my hands pulling them above my head with one of his, leaving the other one open to rip down my pants and unzip his in a matter of seconds. All I can think is that it’s going to happen. He’s going to finish the job that he started a few months back.

I take a look into his eyes pushing through all my fear in hopes to see a shred of humanity. His eyes are exactly what I had been afraid of seeing, an unyielding hollowness. He knows what he’s doing and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care how it will affect me, what it will do to me.

I fight as much as I can until it feels useless. All I hear are Craig’s grunts and moans as I push against his heavy chest. I close my eyes hoping to open them to it all being a nightmare. I’m doing that a lot lately.

There’s a sharp pain at my hip from the fabric being pulled. My underwear is ripped from my body as my eyes spring open. The sound of the fabric being torn apart is near deafening. It doesn’t compare to the ear popping sound of my muffled screams as Craig forces himself to where he isn’t welcomed. Tears run down my face. I refuse to open my eyes not wanting to see the satisfied look on his face as he forces himself inside of me.

“You know you like it,” Craig grunts in my ear. I turn my head to get away from his hot breath that’s fully perfumed with the stench of whiskey. It doesn’t work. He grabs my face forcing my face towards his. “Look at me, slut. You have been begging me for this. You can’t blame me for taking what was rightfully mine in the first place. You didn’t have a problem with spreading your legs for Graham, now did you?”

I force my eyes to shut farther if that was even possible. I felt the punch just as he released inside of me. My lip throbs. I can taste the blood on my tongue. As Craig rolls off of me, I turn my body away from him. The soreness consumes everything. Trying to sit up, I feel the blow of Craig’s boot on my ribcage ring over and over again. I lose count of how many times he has kicked me. The bottom of his boot slams against my face twice as I lay helpless, motionless on the cold concrete. The damage wasn’t going to be pretty. None of this is pretty. I scream out no longer forcing back the tears and pain. It’s unbearable.

“You see, Kennedy, all of this is your fault. If Graham wouldn’t have turned into a pussy when he started bagging you then he wouldn’t have lost his god damn mind punching me in front of everyone. It put a target on my back. No one goes against Graham Black’s actions putting me at the bottom. I don’t belong on the bottom. You know that already though,” Craig vindictively shouts from above me.

As he starts to walk away he turns back to face me making his way back over the top of me. He sees the obvious flinch when he comes near me. I can barely see him. I can feel him though. “Crawl your ass back to your car. You look terrible,” he whispers leaning over me before walking away.

I lay on the cold concrete listening to everything that’s around me. I know that Craig’s no longer close by. I heard his footsteps as he walked away without a care in the world. As if he didn’t understand the magnitude of his actions. I feel every bone in my body throbbing, crying out for help.

I reach into my back pocket to grab my cellphone. I need to call someone--- Do I call Violet? Do I call my parents? What would I say to anyone even if I did call them? I just don’t know who I should call. I feel embarrassed. I know I have nothing to be embarrassed about. I shift my body to try to sit up. I can make it to my car. My ribs scream in pain as I try to move. That’s not going to be an option. I lay there on my side naked from the waist down for I don’t know how long. I don’t bother looking at the clock on my phone that’s resting in my hand. I hear it beep a few times alerting me that I have missed texts. They’re from Violet. She’s probably worried sick. She has no clue where I’m at.

I flick my phone on dialing the number closer to around one in the morning. I explain what has happened and hang up. Folding myself into the fetal position, I cry harder than ever before. I wait and wait until I hear them. Just a few more minutes and I won’t be alone anymore. I’m not going to be out here on my own bruised and battered, scared. I’ll gain back my strength that I lost and fight back.





Chapter FiftyTwo



-Graham-



We hear the sirens a little after one in the morning. They’re in the distance. Far enough away that no one stops what they’re doing, not thinking twice about any of it. Amanda’s sitting on my lap running her pink nails up and down my chest. We’re all playing a game of quarters denting the hell out of the kitchen table.

I barely pay attention to my shot as Amanda grinds her ass into my dick. Violet’s been glaring at me from across the table for the past hour or so. She’s constantly checking her phone with a worried expression on her face. Amanda’s busy nibbling on my ear when there’s a loud pounding on the front door. Dan stands to answer whoever is impatiently pounding for entry.