Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
Chapter 19
                          
Oh, my God, Elena. This costume is perfect for you!” Amanda shrieks excitedly as I twirl before her. The short, black skirt that matches my tight black and white cropped top lifts up as I turn, the black shorts I’ve decided to wear under appropriately hiding my underwear. “Michael is going to die when he sees you.”

Rolling my eyes, I pin the Sherriff badge a little bit above my left breast, just where the low cut of my shirt falls. “Clearly you haven’t looked at yourself, hon.” 

Amanda has the most gorgeous black hair. It falls naturally in a loose braid over her shoulder, her milky pale skin and blue eyes contrasting dramatically her hair color. While I decided to wear a police officer costume for the school’s Halloween party, she’s beautifully dressed up as Jasmine from Aladdin. The outfit shows her curves perfectly but isn’t too inappropriate on school’s grounds. I often wish my hair was as long, my eyes as blue, my body as thin and defined. 

“Stop it,” she denies, her cheeks blushing as he takes a look at herself in the nearest mirror of my bedroom. The only thing missing is her Aladdin, but that isn’t because she doesn’t have the requests. Amanda has made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t date until graduation. She’s already promised one guy from school that the day of graduation, she’ll be his. But then again, anything could change in six months. 

The handcuffs hanging from the built-in belt on my skirt make the look edgier, especially since the keys are hanging from my bra strap. Michael is indeed going to die when he sees this. When he started police school in the fall, I knew immediately what my Halloween costume was going to be. I know for a fact that his is Indiana Jones, and I’m happy that he’s decided not to wear a police officer costume like the rest of his classmate friends. As a former student in my school, he agreed to accompany me to the party, as long as a couple of his friends could join. Luckily, both of them are dating girls from our school. 

“Earth to El,” Amanda giggles as she waves a hand in front of me. “Are you thinking about what you and Mike are going to do tonight in this lovely outfit?”

“Shut up, Mandy,” I choke on my laughter. She wriggles her eyebrows like a pervert and offers me her best smile. “We better get going. My parents cannot see us like this.” 

We manage to sneak out by the front door before my parents arrive home from their business meeting. I’d planned on leaving early to make sure we wouldn’t run into them, and since I’m sleeping at Michael’s, or at Amanda’s for what they know, I thought of carrying a bag of spare clothes with me. 

Mandy shouts out the opened window when we’ve driven a corner past my street. She is as free as a bird with her parents but she’s the one restricting herself to do certain things. She has the best conscience in the world. I have normal parents, not too strict but not as loose as hers, but looking like a police whore on Halloween would’ve simply gotten my dad to tell me to go change. My mom would have approved, she knows I’m not actually a whore, but my dad is too protective. They trust me, they know I’m good, but they have their limits.

Once Amanda has parked the car, I hurry to the front door of the school where I see Michael standing against the railing of the stairs. He’s chuckling at something his friend just said, the hat on his head almost falling from the way he always bends forward when he laughs, but I see his eyes pop out when he catches sight of me. He abruptly stops laughing and instead, lets his mouth fall open. Amanda is following me close behind me, loose hair from her braid flying around in the wind. I know how gorgeous she looks but I’m happy to see that Mike’s reaction is caused by me. 

“You’ll eat bugs if you keep your mouth like this,” I tell him quietly, my cheeks feeling hot and red. He smiles and leans in to give me a kiss, but I pull away. “I’ll arrest you for underage dating.” 

His brown eyes sparkle in the darkness of the evening, his blond hair shiner than ever. “In three weeks it won’t be a problem. And believe me, I could get arrested just for the thoughts I’m having.”

“Careful, man,” his friend Luke warns cheekily. “Those loose pants of yours won’t hide your sword.”

I want to laugh but at the same time, a knot builds up in my stomach. Tonight is the first night Michael and I are spending alone. It’s actually going to be the first time I spend a night alone with a guy. So Luke’s words hit me hard. 

Turning towards Amanda, who is now casually talking to one of Mike’s friends behind me, I take her arm and pull her inside the building with me. The guys follow closely but I don’t let my fear take over. I’m actually good at pretending; therefore nobody seems to notice my anxiety throughout the entire night. Mandy and I dance like there’s no tomorrow, Michael at my side the entire time, teachers surveying us loosely, not bothering too much at the spiked punch. 

But when Michael pulls me into his apartment three hours later, I can feel my palm sweating in his. Everything is in slow motion, from the way he fiercely pushes me against the door after closing it, his fingers digging into the exposed skin of my hips, while his lips find mine, to the way I’m panting nervously when he slips my top over my head. 

“What do we have here?” He whispers breathlessly, his fingers pulling so hard on the string that holds the key to my bra that it breaks. “You little naughty, naughty girl.”

I frown at his words, not expecting this at all from him. The way his eyes have darkened causes the knot in my abdomen to grow heavier. I accept his lips on mine again as he lowers me on the bed, my back hitting the mattress harshly. He kisses me for several minutes, his hands pressed firmly on each side of my head, the key still between his fingers. The fact that he simply kisses me relieves some tension but it instantly comes back when I feel his hand move. It clutches the handcuffs on my skirt and brings it up. 

“How about we play a little game, El?” He offers with a smirk.

How about no, I feel like saying. His eyes look at me with so much lust, something I’m definitely not used to. I had been waiting for this night for such a long time, now I feel like I’m not ready for it. He picks up my arm and brings it over my head, only so I can feel the cuff close around my wrist.

“Stop!” I yell, my eyes prickling tears. “Please, Michael. Stop.”

I’ve seen this in movies. It’s always how a rape starts. The man is nice to the girl until the night she allows him to be hers, and then when she’s the least expecting it, he takes advantage of her. 

Now, the handcuff is too tight, even though I can still move my arm. I’ve closed my eyes tightly from the shock and I simply keep on begging him to let go. He holds my hand firmly to the bed, my fingers fully stretched and numb, but he still hasn’t tightened the other end of the handcuffs. His lips travel up and down my neck, gently biting the sensitive skin. In a normal situation, I would’ve been quite turned on, but now I’m horrified. His other hand grabs my free one and brings it above my head, and I can hear him fiddling with the cuffs to tie my hand. 

“Stop it, Michael. Please stop.” I sob silently under him. “Please don’t rape me.”

He growls as his tongue swirls on my skin, nearing the top of my bra. I try kicking but my legs are imprisoned under his. Helplessly, I end up giving up and I simply cry beneath him. I don’t even realize that he’s stopped moving on top of me.

“Elena. Baby.”

“Please stop,” I cry quietly, salty tears prickling down the sides of my face. 

My eyes open slowly and Mike has unlocked the cuff from around my wrist. His eyes are filled with regret and he’s pushing himself away from me. “Elena. I’m sorry, I just thought it could spice up things. I’m sorry, baby.”

He smoothes the hair away from my face and kisses my forehead consolingly. I realize that there were absolutely no bad intentions behind his actions; he was simply trying to have fun. I smile apologetically at him, embarrassed and blushing like crazy. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry,” I whisper, my hands reaching up to cover my entire face. 

A small giggle escapes Mike’s lips. “Shh. We don’t have to. I’m sorry for the cuffs, and I’m sorry if I took all of this the bad way. I’m so stupid, I should’ve known it wasn’t what you wanted.”

“Michael, no. It’s what I want. Just not the handcuffs.” I don’t want him to stop, now. I want his lips back on mine. I want the pressure of his chest back against mine. The tight metal around my wrist may have freaked me out, along with the lust in his eyes, but I don’t want him to stop.

“I’m sorry. It’s what I want, I swear. I just had a small panic moment,” I admit. My hand curls in the depth of his blond hair, pulling him closer so our lips meet again. I feel his smile against my mouth and I like the feeling. 

Our lips mold together for another short moment, until I hear the cuffs and the keys drop to the floor. His hand travels the length of my torso, from my shoulder to my hip bone, his fingers dipping slowly under the waistband of my skirt. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I nod, completely positive of my answer.


                          
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My world has stopped turning the moment I woke up in the middle of the night with those handcuffs on my wrist five days ago. I hadn’t been cuffed once yet, my captive days had been fine but only for so long, because the feelings I’d had on my first night with Harry, fear, pain, sadness, all reappeared in one night as though they’d never left. Five days ago, I lost trust in my captor, only because he’s lost trust in me. Five days ago, I thought I was falling in love with someone who is not capable of love, or anything that nearly resembles it.

My body had betrayed me not long after when I saw Harry with red, puffy eyes. The knot in my stomach grew larger, heavier, but I couldn’t let my walls down this time. I couldn’t allow myself to show any emotion towards the man who took away my freedom and my sanity, especially now that he’s locked it and holds the key preciously. 

Handcuffs have always been a fear to me, even before the night I lost my virginity to my high school lover. He’d been gentle that night, extremely sorry for the scare he’d given me. But going through the feeling again of having my wrist attached tightly, it just brought back embarrassing memories that I’d like to keep away. I wasn’t violated, I wasn’t forced to do anything, but it would’ve felt that way if I’d had my hands cuffed together. It’s a strange phobia.

However, Harry had forced me. He had violated me. Even if my hands were free on those occasions, I can’t imagine what he could do to me if I was restricted to only certain movements. The few bits of freedom I still owned would’ve been taken away by the handcuffs. Harry certainly does not deserve my forgiveness on that one. 

The last few days have been a game of hide and seek in the house. If Harry is in the kitchen, I’m in the living room. If he comes in the living room, I hurry to my bedroom. Most of the time I’m in the workout room or in my bedroom, and I don’t stop for a second to look at him while I travel the short staircase distance between both rooms. The long sighs he offers every time I walk away from him satisfy my actions, but the shouts and swears he exclaims once in a while remind me why I’m avoiding him. He hasn’t been out of the house for over than five hours in those five days, and not once has he offered his friends to come over. I still ignore that happened after my dramatic exit when Liam and Harry argued, and I assume it’s why Harry hasn’t had news from his band mates ever since. 

Until now, as I’m sitting in the middle of the room with all the boys, along with Lou, occupying the sofas and pillows on the floor. I’ve taken hostage the armchair so no one would sit next to me, but it hasn’t prevented Liam from sitting on the floor next to me with Zayn right next to him. 

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