Chapter 5 5.

"You should be taught a lesson for what you out there and I will make you pay for it in every possible way," He growled furiously as he dragged me into the shower.

He took the clothes from my hand and threw them on the sink and he slid my glasses on the floor.

I was at least grateful he didn't smash them on the floor.

Too scared to do anything, I watched his lunatic attitude.

He came to me and his hands gripped the waistband of my skirt.

"Wh-What are you doing?" I asked as I panicked holding his hands immediately.

He smirked as he pulled my waist closer to his body, "Something you'll like bitch," He growled.

"Lucas, no, please stop!" I begged to try to stop him but he ignored me and I watch him pull down my skirt.

My eyes widened as he trailed his hands on my exposed skin.

I felt so insecure as different thoughts ran through my head.

He started with my buttons and it was useless fighting with him.

He unbuttoned my shirts as he flings them away on the floor.

His gaze softened as he stared at my cleavages, luckily I was wearing a white singlet.

"Lucas, let me go," I pleaded once more.

He ignored my pleas and pulled me closer to himself, our body colliding giving me weird and terrible feelings.

Our eyes made contact and they lingered at each other for minutes.

I felt the warm water hit gently on my skin as I closed my eyes.

I opened them again when I noticed his hands were washing my hair.

I watched how he added more soap to his hand and applying them to my hair as he scrubbed them gently.

He was also soaked with water.

Wait, guys! Is there something I'm missing out on?

Is this not my psychopath bully washing my hair?

He looked so calm as he focused on my hair, then he averted his eyes to mine while I gawked at him surprisingly.

He moved his hands to my face and caressed my cheeks as he scrubbed the food that stuck on my face.

I closed my eyes and let him do what therapy he was doing to me and I felt the water on my skin again.

"Stay away from him," He said suddenly and I opened my eyes immediately, his gaze getting dark now.

"Why?" I asked knowing who he's talking about.

"Cause a flimsy slut like you, is not worth him," He said making my heart clench so bitterly.

Why does he always have to say words that would hurt me so badly?

"Get away from me!" I cracked trying to push him away.

"Where the hell do you think you're going bitch?" He roared becoming the devil he is usually.

"Don't get too excited about me cleaning your slut body, I'm just warming you up for what's about to come," He said mischievously.

"Why do you always have to hurt me?" I asked so tiredly.

At least there must be a reason why he hates me this much.

"Cause I own you Camilla and I will break you into pieces that you won't be able to stand on your feet again," He said huskily as he nuzzled in my neck.

"I'm not yours," I muttered.

"What did you fucking say." He growled pulling me closer to him as I fought back to get away from him.

"You don't own me Lucas Liam, and I would never be yours," I said back terribly as his eyes grew dark.

He pushed me to the wall and I winced from the sudden pain I felt from my spine.

Maybe this is where I get to die.

"Let's see about that Camilla," He gnarled as his hands went between my thigh.

Fear gripped me as I felt his hands finding their way into my panties.

I tried to close my legs but he used his other hands to spread them.

His hands got into my panties and he started rubbing me faster and my knees became wimpy.

"Lucas stop!" I begged as tears fell freely from my face.

"C'mon bitch, stop denying this," He said as he rubbed me even more as I felt fluid coming out through my legs.

"Fuck! You're wet," He smirked as he didn't stop, I tried to push him away but he got the opportunity to drag me by my waist closer to him as he sucked on my neck.

My body was getting tense as I gripped his shoulder for support.

He kept on sucking as I found myself moaning for this bastard.

I hate what he is doing to me.

"Lucas!" I moaned his name as a finger of his slip into me.

I gasped as he thrust his finger in and out of me.

I felt my body convulse as I clenched tightly around his finger.

"Lucas!" I said frustrated already and he slipped his finger out, finally leaving my neck alone.

"Now, tell me you don't like it bitch," He smirked licking my fluid off his fingers.

I glared at him, I felt so disgusted and used for allowing him to do this, not that I can fight him.

"I hate you," I cried bitterly as I cleaned the hot tears falling from my face as he looked at me with no emotions.

I moved past him and he didn't bother stopping me.

I took Beatrice's clothes and went to a hidden corner and quickly changed into them.

I came out fully dressed and noticed he was gone already.

I took my stained clothes and my glasses as I put them on and walked out of the bathroom.

The jeans were tight but I had to manage it like that.

Feeling so angry with myself, I ran into the girl's bathroom not mind the mock and jest, I got from my fellow students, and locked myself there, crying my heart out.

"Camilla! Camilla!! Are you in there? It's Beatrice," She said worry lacing her voice.

I stood up from where I was and opened the door, standing like a wench in front of my best friend.

"Camilla! What happened to you?" She asked immediately she saw me, wrapping her arms around me making me sob the more.

"Shush!!! It's okay baby, I'm here for you," She comforted but she can't understand the pains I'm going through.

It's just too much for me, why me?

I've asked myself these questions so many times but I didn't get any answers.

We broke the hug, while my face was still puffy.

Her eyes traveled to my neck and she gasped in shock.

"Who did this to you?" She asked pushing the collar of the shirt aside for a clearer view.

I looked confused and turned to the glass as I gasped myself.

Did he just mark me?

Like seriously...

"He did," I sniffed as I trailed my hands on my skin which had turned red and would be black any time soon.

He just fucking left a hickey on my skin.

"H-He? Oh my God! Don't tell me it's Lucas?" She asked.

Tears spilled from my face again and I cried like a baby.

"I want to go home," I cried bitterly as Beatrice hugged me again.

"Okay, let's go," She said without asking any further questions.

We packed our bags and left the school premises immediately.