Have I Told You (6 page)

Arriving at Beth’s classroom door, I tried to peek in to make sure I had the right room. The window was higher, so I stood on my tiptoes to peer in. Without any warning, the door flew open, and I was sprawled out on the floor.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Someone was asking me in a deep voice. I felt a hand on my shoulder and one behind my neck, making my skin tingle with the touch. My eyes slowly opened to a concerned face hovering over me.

He had the most striking blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a grey t-shirt with an army green jacket. His bag was slung over his shoulder, and his smile was gleaming white.

I put my hand on my head and said, “I’m okay. I shouldn’t have been standing that close to the door.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” Holding out his hand to help me up he continued, “Who stands peering into a classroom that close, anyways?”

Lowering my gaze I said, “I know. I’m supposed to meet a friend here after class, and I couldn’t remember if this was her room.”

“My name is Mark, by the way. Quarterback, if you don’t know.”

This was him, the guy Broc thought Beth was going to leave him for. What was he doing leaving so soon, class wasn’t over for another few minutes?

Suddenly my head felt dizzy and I felt like my knees disappeared. “I’m… Oh I think I need to…”

“Oh shit.”

I felt strong arms around me. A grumbling voice in my ear. I couldn’t make out exactly what it was saying. I was being sat down on a chair, something cool was eventually placed on my neck.

“Hello, anyone home?” The knocking on my head made me cringe. If I passed out from my head hitting the ground, who in their right mind would knock on my head?

“Ouch. Really?” I slurred, as I opened my eyes. Mark was staring at me so closely I jumped.

“Oh good, I didn’t kill you. Sometimes, I don’t know my own strength,” he grinned.

“Mark, get out of her face.” Turning my head, Beth was now standing next to him. I smiled at her. She smiled and head nodded toward Mark, while wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

A blush crept up my face and my stomach was full of butterflies. He was beautiful for a jock. “I’m Sabrina, by the way. I kind of passed out before I was able to tell you.”

“Cool. It’s nice to meet you. I was just heading to lunch. I’m running late now because of you, but if you come with me I won’t get harassed too much from the guys.”

Was he asking me out? I cocked my eyebrow at him and turned toward Beth. “I have plans with Beth today for—”

“No, no, you go with Mark. We can catch up tomorrow or even later.” Beth insisted, winking exaggeratedly.

My eyes widened in shock and I swallowed the big lump in my throat.

“Sweet, let’s go.” Mark grabs my hand and begins to drag me down the hall. I barely am able to grab my backpack. Looking over my shoulder, Beth is standing there giggling like an idiot, and holding her hand up to her head like a make-shift telephone.

We arrived at Kitty’s Bar. Not the cleanest place to go and definitely not a place to take a girl, but I guess this wasn’t really a date. I walked three steps behind him, because he of course had to make his entrance, and I didn’t want to take away from that. Smacking backs and high fives proceeded all around.

“Yo, Bro, who’s the chick?” Some guy in a baseball cap said, as he nodded his chin toward me.

“Oh, her? Some chick that made me late. I told her she needed to come with me so you guys wouldn’t give me a hard time,” Mark said to him.

“This chick’s name is Sabrina,” I said, walking up next to him and putting my arm through his. “He ran me over with a door and knocked me out. He should have brought me, anyways, to make up for it,” I said, glancing upward toward him to see his reaction to my forward advance.

He scowled. Ooohs erupted from the guys. “Damn, she told you, son.” Someone sang out to him. I could tell Mark wasn’t happy, but all his guy friends seemed to take to me right away.

Lunch proceeded as normal, except when it came time to pay. Mark got up and stretched, then he proceeded to sling his arms over the shoulders of two of his buddies, he looked over to me and said, “You got this, baby? I need to talk with my boys outside.” Then he walked out the door.

The waitress walked up to me with a look of disgust on her face. Handing me the check she said, “How can you stand them? I hate when they get seated at my table. They make crude comments, swat me on the ass, try to get me in their laps, and never pay me. The manager lets them get away with it because they’re the football team.”

I took the bill from her and made sure she was well compensated, but it pretty much left me broke for the rest of the month.

Arriving back at the car, Mark’s face had the biggest scowl I’d ever seen. I sunk into the Chevelle, and he sped off before I even fully closed the door.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he screamed, making me jump.

“Excuse me?” I whispered.

“You heard me. I bring you to lunch and you undermine me to my friends. I could have told you to get the fuck out right then, but,” he turns toward me, puts his hand on my thigh and slowly moves it up, “you look like a nice piece of ass and possibly someone to keep around.”

Who treats people like this? I was about to tell him to fuck off, but when he turned toward me and put his hand on my knee my skin jumped at his touch. “Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled like that. I just don’t like to have the guys think I can’t handle my woman. Forgive me?”

I felt like he was truly sorry, so I smiled and nodded. He smiled and his hand started to move up my leg. Suddenly, feeling uncomfortable I shifted away from his touch. A growl sounded from deep in his throat, as he turned off the main highway onto a dirt road. The bumps and ruts bounced us around. He increased his speed, and I let out a shriek. “What the fuck are you doing? Let me out!”

Turning the car into a sliding halt we end up parked so far off the street no one would ever know we were there. I felt scared and panicked. Mark’s face was dark and evil. “You are going to give me what I want.”

“Really, and what would that be?” I snapped back, trying to reach for the door handle behind me.

“Your hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Here and now.”

“You’re full of shit if you think that is going to happen.” My heart felt as though it was going to bust out of my chest.

“Oh, it’s going to happen and you can’t do anything to stop me.”

He grabbed me, pulling me toward him. Once I was close enough, he shoved me over the front seat into the back. Landing on my back, I started to scream, but his hand covered my mouth as his face came to mine. He whispered in my ear, “No one is going to hear you. You should just stop screaming now.”

I stopped, but tears were falling down my cheeks now. The bastard had the gall to lick my tears. He reached down, unbuttoned my pants
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and drug them off. His free hand reached between my legs and he shoved his fingers into my unprepared body. The sharp pain shooting through my body sent another shriek escaping my lips.

“Tight little hole, isn’t it. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll force it open with my huge cock.”

“Please, don’t.” I whispered. “I’ll do anything.”

He shook his head as he removed himself from his pants, lining up. I squeezed my eyes shut in dread of what was to come. Then the sharp pinch and pull of his cock inside me sent an unimaginable hurt throughout my body. I just laid there, willing it to be over. It didn’t last long, which I was thankful for. Right before he found his release he removed his cock from me and positioned himself over my face. Spraying his release all over me.

I felt disgusting. Like a whore. I was ruined.

Mark moved. Sitting back as he put himself back into his pants.

“Well, well, I see you were a virgin. Hope that was the first time you were always dreaming of.” His evil laugh made me shiver and my words fail me.

I slowly sat up, wincing at the pain between my legs. I wiped my face off with my t-shirt. Mark crawled back into the front seat, starting the car.

“Get dressed. We’re going back to my place. You won’t tell anyone about this. Do you understand me?”

I could see him looking at me through the rearview mirror. His face was serious. I let a few tears escape and made a noise that I’ve never heard come out before.

“Good
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now that we are on the same page…”

“What makes you think I won’t turn you in?” Suddenly feeling my strength come back.

He turned around and smacked me across my face. “You won’t tell anyone because no one will believe you. Telling someone you were raped by the quarterback? Please. Shit’ll get swept under the rug, and you’ll be the laughing stock of the university. Look you have two options. One, you’ll be my girlfriend. Having a serious girlfriend with aspirations, even if they are as stupid as fucking dancing, will make me look good to the pro teams. Or two, you turn me in and become known for being the used, lying, whore that you that tried to slander the star quarterback. Your choice, baby.”

He drives back down the dirt road. I pull my legs up to my chest and whimper softly into my knees. I have to stay with him. I can’t lost my scholarship that I’ve worked so hard for. I thought I’d bear my future with him, until he got what he wanted and let me go. I had no idea the price I still had left to pay.

We pulled up in front of a frat house. I should have known. Getting out he said to me, “Let’s go. I have half an hour before I have to be at practice.” I slowly got out, trying not to fall once my legs hit the cement. Mark pulled me into his embrace and place a kiss on my lips.

A warm smile came over his face. Much different than he was a little while ago. “Baby, I’m sorry, but I just had to have you. You have to understand no one ever says no to me. Take that for what it is. I think we’ll have a wonderful relationship.”

I smiled tentatively as he turned and pulled me into the house and up to his room.

I rushed out of the dining room, before I did anything I would regret. I had to clear my head. Why did I kiss her? How could I feel so deeply for her? I should never have brought her home. That was my first mistake. Dad would not be happy if he found out. He always warned me about innocent girls.
“Don’t mess with the innocent ones, Cass. They’ll take your heart and rip it to shreds faster than you can blink.”

Catching my breath in the kitchen, I placed the iPad I had my tech guy configure for her on the counter. I quickly jotted down a note to leave with it, and told Jules when I would be home. I fully intended on taking Miss Sabrina home tonight, and getting her to agree to the photo shoot I had originally planned for her, nothing more.

“Sir, where to this morning?” Terrance questioned.

Going through my phone I came to the security file on one Miss Sabrina Bennett sent from Will, my IT & background guy. I opened it immediately. Skipping over the early history, I went straight to the information regarding her and this Mark fellow. I could not believe what I was reading.

Gritting my teeth, I responded, “Terrance, take me to Mark Baker’s frat house. He and I need to have a talk.”

I pulled up my email to send Sabrina a quick note. My heart constricted. I decided right then I not only wanted her, but I needed her. I could not let her go on with the life she was headed towards with him. She needed me more than anything. I wanted to be the one to save her. My phone buzzed, telling me I had a new message, seeing how quick she had been to respond to me a smile crept up on my face.

She said I left her breathless and dazed. It seems as if she is falling as fast for me as I am for her. How anyone could treat her like Mark did is beyond my comprehension?

Pulling up in front of the frat house, I felt my blood boil. I had to calm myself down. I would surely be arrested if I did what I actually wanted to do to this so-called man. Terrance parked, and I got out before he was able to turn the car off. I reached the door and rang the bell. No one answered. I pressed and held it for a few minutes. Finally, there was someone on the other side, fumbling with some locks.

“Yo, dude do you even know what time it is? What the hell, man?” Surfer dude mumbled, as he rubbed his eyes and scratched his ass.

Nodding my head, I responded, “Yes, I do, thank you. I need to speak with Mark Baker.” I pushed past surfer dude, stepping into the foyer, making him realize I would not be leaving until I saw Mark.

“Mark? Um, I think he’s still sleeping.” He laughed and continued, “He’s probably still banging the shit outta that red headed chick he brought home last night.”

I felt my blood begin to boil and my fists balled up. “Where is that son of a bitch?”

Surfer dude obviously recognized my anger and held his hands out to stop me from pinning him up against the wall. “Upstairs, third door on the right. Back off, man. Don’t kill the messenger, dude.”