Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 42

ABBY

Drew kissed me! My best friend kissed me. I try to break from him, from the kiss, but he grips my hair and my arm, and he kisses me so strong with full rage that I can taste blood in my mouth. The kiss doesn't give tingles--it isn't right. I cup his face and push him away, but he's just so strong, and I need to breathe, but I can't just break away no matter how I try to struggle. So shut my eyes close and kiss him back just the way he kisses me, and he moans and loosens his grip on my hair, and that's how I get to pull away from him. 

I slap him so hard like I never slap anyone before, and it feels good.

"You bitch!" He yanks my hair again and kisses me hard that I don't see it coming. This time is worse as he bites my lip while gripping my hair with his left hand and kneading my breast with his right hand. I scream against his mouth when the pain worsens. I push him away through his chest, but he doesn't budge. I pull him closer and into me by his shirt and knee him in the crotch, and he falls and curls while holding his crotch.

I step away from him as I watch him whining in pain. I find myself wiping the blood off and the traces of his kiss on my lips. I feel disgusted that the person I trusted the most for three years is forcing me to do something that I can't stomach.

Before I can grab the doorknob, he manages to catch my leg, and I kick off his grip on me away. Instead, he grabs me so strong that I fall to the floor with a thud. I wince in pain and grab the carpet on the floor, but it won't hold well. I kick it off when he tries to grab me again. When I look down, he's already crawling so fast towards me. We are like a cat and a mouse, and I crawl fast away from him, but he catches me on my leg then grabs my shirt and crawls on top of me.

Drew presses me against the floor, making me difficult to breathe when I realize that I should have been shouting for help. He covers my mouth with his hand, and I try biting his palm, it won't work. He knows what he's doing. So I reach out for his head instead and take his hand from my mouth, but he is so strong. I am getting weak from the struggle of getting off of him while he's enjoying what he's doing to me.

I push his hand into my mouth instead and bite his palm as strong as I can, and that's when he screams in pain. He yanks and pushes my head to the floor. The pain is excruciating. My vision blurs, and I can see things spinning, and then turn black.

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I feel my body bumping, like rolling, but I can't see anything. It's hot here, and the space is so small. I can feel the sweat all over my body, and I can't even move. My eyes are blindfolded, duct tape on my mouth. My hands taped back and my ankles as well. I start to shake and pant in panic. Then it hits me. I remember what happened to Drew and me in the hotel room.

Oh my God, Drew. My best friend for three years is evil. How could he do this to me? He kissed me, yanked me, grabbed me, hit me, and now he kidnapped me.

My life is so disastrous. If I only listen to Sebastian, nothing would happen to me like this. Oh, my God. Sebastian. He must have been worried sick about me.

My ears pick up footsteps. Then I feel cold, a strong hand grabs my arm, then my legs, and I struggle to loosen, but it doesn't work. Nothing's working. I feel like I'm spinning, and my hair is falling.

I want to puke right now.

A loud thud comes next then I feel a warm and strong body press against mine.

He carries me upside down like I'm a sack of potato. "Stop struggling, Mackenzie." He keeps calling me that, and I want to puke with my own name. I suffered a lot because of that name, and he must know now the reason why I changed my name, yet he keeps taunting me to get under my skin.

"I know you're awake. It's not that far to our home. Just a little patient." I struggle more, and I cry and shake, but he seems to be deaf and has no emotions. Our friendship for three years has totally vanished or it was just to lure me to trust him. He came when I was vulnerable when I needed someone--a friend, and he took that opportunity and befriended me.

It happens again. What Sebastian is going to do now? My dad. How are they going to find me? Are they freaking out right now? Of course, they are. I'm sure Sebastian is barking at everyone to find me.

"Stop crying, Mackenzie. You'll be fine. I won't hurt you if you behave, sweet Mackenzie." Oh, my God, he's the caller. My stalker.