CHAPTER 22
**WINTER **
His massive hand slams against the door, forcing it shut with a resounding thud. The room suddenly feels suffocatingly small, his presence making the space feel even more constricted. The metallic click of the lock sends a jolt through me, and for a moment, my heartbeat drowns out everything else, a relentless drum in my ears. Does he hear it too? Does he know how terrified I am? Where did the boy I once loved go?
"Get out," I whisper, my voice barely audible and trembling. I regret not heeding his warning, but Dad made me come here.
Ignoring my plea, he steps closer, his expression unreadable.
"Where the hell do you think you're going, trying to get away from me?" he thunders, his voice crackling with fury, vibrating with an uncontainable rage.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered, my voice trembling as I tried to calm the storm brewing inside me. “You were so angry last night... I thought maybe giving you some space would be the right thing to do—”
“Space?” he sneered, cutting me off, his eyes burning with contempt. “If you’d left when I told you, I would’ve had all the space I needed. But no, you just had to ignore me, didn’t you? Do you think I’m that much of an idiot?”
“Dad, he won't let me..... I can’t just walk away,” I pleaded, my voice soft, hoping he'd understand, hoping he’d see the situation wasn’t as simple as he thought.
“You think you can just run and hide from me?” he growled, his steps quick and menacing.
“Let me make one thing clear—you are not welcome here. And I’ll make damn sure you’re reminded of that fact every single day.”
He inched closer...
"I think you've forgotten," he says, his voice laced with menace. "This is my house, and this room is part of it. You're an unwelcome guest here, so don't you dare try to tell me what to do." His smirk, now cold and menacing, promises nothing but suffering.
A few seconds pass...
Then he grins.
It's not the playful grin I once knew, but a cruel expression that promises only heartbreak. His gaze sweeps over me with a cold, clinical precision, making me feel exposed.
"What did I do so wrong? Why do you hate me so much?" My voice wavers, revealing my deep-seated fear. I despise how effortlessly he manages to unsettle me. He advances, his anger almost tangible, his presence an intimidating force. The friend I once knew, the person I thought I could trust, now seems like a distant memory.
"Your very existence is reason enough for me," he snarls, his voice dripping with animosity.
Before I can even react, he's on me, his fingers digging harshly into my skin. I know I can't fight back the way I'd like- punching him isn't an option now. But I refuse to let him overpower me without a struggle. I kick and scratch at him, but he dismisses my efforts as if I were nothing more than a pesky insect.
He forces me down onto the bed, pressing his knee into my lower back to pin me in place. My face is pressed into the sheets, and I thrash against his hold, but it's futile. My heart pounds with fear when I hear the unmistakable sound of his jeans' button being undone. He wouldn't-he couldn't-would he?
"Oni, stop!" I cry out, turning my head to the side to catch my breath and ensure he hears me. I feel his hands start to slip into the waistband of my pants.
"Don't you dare fucking call me Oni!" he roared, his voice filled with venom. "You lost that right a long time ago. You have no idea who you're dealing with anymore. I’m the one in control now," he said, arrogance dripping from every word.
"Girls throw themselves at me, guys envy me, and not only is this my home, but I also rule the college you'll be attending. I'm the king there, and you're just a lamb to the slaughter. I could ruin someone's life, and no one would even care. No one would dare to stand in my way. You've dared to step into my domain, and I can't wait to enjoy tearing you apart."
He licks his lips, feigning a moment of thought. "What was it you said last night?" he muses mockingly. "Oh, that's right, 'Bring it on.' Well, here I am, bringing it on."
Panic clutches at me, an unyielding grip. He might control everyone else here, but he doesn't control me. That realization fuels my determination. I won't be his victim. I wriggle and twist, doing everything I can to throw him off balance.
“Come on, Snowflake, show me what you’ve got,” he taunts, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
“Struggle. Resist. It only makes this all the more exciting for me.”
"You don't scare me ..." My words falter as I feel the cold air against my panty-covered ass. He yanks my yoga pants down my thighs, pressing his weight further into me.
Despite the fear, a twisted part of me considers giving in to his darkness, wondering if surrendering to him would change anything it would bring back the boy I once knew.
"We'll see about that." His breath is hot against my ear.
As he loomed over me, holding me down, I caught the scent of fresh soap and something sweet, like honeysuckle. I turned to glare at him, trying to convey my anger and defiance. His short, dark hair was still damp from the shower, emphasizing his striking features—the full mouth, high cheekbones, strong jaw, and winged black eyebrows that lent him an air of nobility. It was unsettling that someone so beautiful could harbour such malice. His beauty was a cruel disguise.
"You don’t scare me, Zion," I spat, my voice steady despite my fear. "Get off me."
Zion's hand begins to roam up and down my thigh, his touch sending shivers of both anger and fear through me. I struggle against his iron grip, but he holds me effortlessly with one arm, his strength overwhelming. Panic surges in my chest as I try to twist away from him, but it’s futile. My heart pounds, each beat echoing the helplessness I feel.
"GET OFF ME NOW!" I manage to grit out, my voice breaking. But he ignores me, his hand continuing its unwanted exploration. His fingers press into my skin, and I can't help but feel a mix of terror and fury.
"Do you think I care about your pathetic little orders?" Zion sneers, his grip tightening painfully on my thigh.
"You're nothing here, Winter. Just a toy for me to break whenever I want. So stop pretending you have any power or say in this."
Desperation drives me to fight harder, but my resistance only seems to amuse him.
"You're not getting away that easily," he murmurs, his voice low and menacing.
My eyes dart around the room, searching for anything that might help me, but there's nothing within reach. Zion's grip tightens, pulling me closer.
"Let me go!" I shout, my voice trembling with a blend of rage and fear. But his cold smile only grows, and I know he takes pleasure in my struggle.
Just as despair began to take hold, a knock echoed on the door, and Jenny’s voice cut through the tension. It stopped Zion dead in his tracks, his grip on my thigh momentarily loosening. I seized the moment, my heart racing with a flicker of hope that this torment might finally be coming to an end.
“Winter, breakfasts ready...”
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