Freed by Him

  Freed By Him

  The Fighting Free Series

  By

  GL Chapple

  Freed by Him

  The Fighting Free Series

  Copyright © 2015 GL Chapple

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  This is a work of fiction. You should not believe any part of this book to be based in truth or fact. Any resemblance or similarity between people; living or dead, places, events etc is purely coincidental.

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  Dedication

  For my husband, the start of everything.

  Acknowledgements

  Without the love and support of my husband this would not have been possible, thank you for putting up with me jumping out of bed to scribble notes down, for taking the children so I could have a few hours to myself and for sitting down and reading BOTH books even though you don’t read….I love you baby xxx

  To my awesome Amo, you started this crazy ride with me and have supported and encouraged me the whole way through – I’m so grateful for you.

  My #BB’s – Morgan, Laura, Karen, Kelly, Kristine and Michelle. You guys really are the best friends a girl could wish for.

  The wonderful Michelle Horst, for taking me under her wing and helping a newbie out. You’re a fantastic friend and mentor, thank you.

  The incredible Gillian Chapple for editing – I have little regard for punctuation whilst writing, I’m sorry! Huge thanks to you.

  My test readers and BETA’s – Yvonne Lewis, Sarah Scourfield, Aimee Collier-Rees, Amo, M, LJ and Jelly.

  For everyone else that has helped me on this journey, the lovely people who have supported me and become friends, the awesome people that have “pimped me”, the blogs who have helped promote me and lastly you, the reader who’s taking a chance on a debut book from an unknown….I hope you’ll love Nate and Lena and their story as much as I have.

  The constant pounding bass was giving me a headache. It was so loud, it was impossible to distinguish one track from the next.

  Glancing around at the girls from my shared house, I could see that they all seemed to have paired off.

  I watched them for a moment; they were in the process of throwing down shots and drinking their bodyweight in alcohol. Most were gyrating themselves against members of the opposite sex.

  Glasses and bottles were strewn on every surface as well as littering the floor.

  I gritted my teeth and sighed as I pushed my way through the mass of people, trying to find a quiet corner.

  It wasn’t that I was averse to enjoying myself; this just wasn’t my idea of fun anymore.

  It just goes to show that, no matter how much money you throw at a “world class education", teenage parties are all pretty much the same.

  My feet ached and I felt tired and fed up.

  I'd left my best friend behind and travelled across the country to attend this prestigious university, but, after only six weeks, I was already feeling disillusioned.

  A loud roar went up from a group standing next to me. Before I could react, the arm of the guy standing next to me slammed into my shoulder, throwing the remains of his drink down the front of my dress.

  The arsehole screeched loudly, “Oh shit-”

  His voice grating on my already frayed nerves before he looked mournfully down at the floor.

  “-My fucking beer," he muttered before glancing back at me.

  He didn’t bother to apologise as he looked at me.

  I watched his eyes flick over my face before roaming down, lingering over my body in my grey, knee length fitted dress.

  It hugged tightly to my curves and gave a glimpse of cleavage without trying too hard, but now it also had a large wet stain running down the middle of it.

  He looked back at me with a drunken leer. He stepped forward, immediately invading my personal space and coming uncomfortably close.

  He pushed his face against mine as he swung his arm around my waist, pulling me tightly into him and slurring before I could step back.

  "Ooh baby, it looks like I've made you all wet." He was sniggering to himself, clearly amused with his perceived wit.

  He looked back towards his friends and began laughing as if he was the funniest guy in the room, looking for their approval, which they gave willingly. They laughed with him, jeering and whooping.

  I shrugged him off hard, fighting to keep my temper under control.

  I stalked off across the room, irritation mounting as I heard them in the background.

  I caught the eye of Jason, one of the first people I'd become friendly with when I arrived. I waved a hand in greeting before pushing through the throng of people and making my way down the corridor, leading to some quieter and, hopefully, unused rooms.

  The music had been reduced to a dull, thumping sound.

  I pushed open the double doors at the end of the corridor leading into a dimly lit room. I could make out rows of tables and chairs and the food counter.

  I walked into the room and headed over to the kitchen area. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to dry myself off, but, coming up empty-handed, I shook my head and decided “To hell with this!”

  I was just going to go home, shower, and crawl into bed.

  Turning, I slammed straight into someone.

  "Shit!" I shrieked loudly before realising I was looking at Jason.

  "Holy shit, Jase! You scared me half to death. Don’t be creeping up on people like that!”

  I playfully swatted his arm and took a deep breath, willing my heart rate to slow back down.

  I took a step back and looked at him.

  He was grinning inanely at me, but his eyes looked glassy and vacant.

  I’d spoken to him plenty of times, we had classes together, and had even shared lunch a few times, but I’d never seen him out at a party before.

  "Are you alright, Jase? I'm heading home now if you want to walk back with me?"

  I wondered if he’d had too much to drink.

  “Is that an invite, Lena?" he asked, looking at me suggestively.

  I laughed, thinking he was teasing me but stopped abruptly when I saw the change in his expression.

  "Sorry Jason, I didn't mean to laugh. That was cruel. We’re friends. I like you a lot as a friend..."

  I trailed off as he stood forward, coming too close to me again.

  He leaned down, his face directly in front of mine. I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke.

  "You called me to follow you, Lena, don’t kid yourself. You didn’t want a friend to follow you down here to this dark, quiet room."

  I subtly moved back slightly, increasing the distance between us again. I shook my head slowly, watching his glazed eyes I couldn’t help but frown.

  There was definitely something off with him tonight.

  "No Jason, I didn't. I waved at you. That's all. I only came in here to get something to clean myself up.”

  I indicated at the wet stain and immediately wished I hadn’t drawn his attention back to my body.

  I spoke quickly again. “But, as I said, I'm heading off now"

  I went to walk around him, but he swung his arm out, effortlessly catching me around the waist.

  He pulled me back
around, so that I was standing in front of him again.

  His tongue poked out between his lips, as he dragged his eyes up and down me.

  I felt the first prickles of unease snaking up my back.

  I tried to tell myself it was ridiculous to feel so uncomfortable; I’d had to turn guys down in the past. Before I could speak again, he started to talk.

  "Baby, don’t be silly now. You've finally taken the first step. You find us a nice quiet place, waving at me to follow you. Don't play coy now. You’ve been playing this hard-to-get game for too long."

  His voice had a slightly harder edge to it, and I felt a wave of apprehension wash over me.

  He tried to smile back at me, presumably to take the edge off his tone.

  He brushed his hand down the side of my face, the backs of his fingers running down my cheek, and I fought the urge to shudder.

  I started backing away from him, shaking my head, frowning, as I tried to apologise for somehow giving him the wrong impression.

  "Jason, honestly, I'm not playing games here. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. That was never my intention. I'm just going to go home now."

  For every step I took backwards, he stepped forward. The back of my legs hit the table behind me, and I froze.

  I wasn't sure if he was drunk, high or whether I'd just not known him very well, but I was starting to feel really uncomfortable, the alarm bells in my head began to ring louder.

  I glanced about, but the whole area was deserted. I tried to pull myself together. It was Jason, for goodness sake I just needed to put him straight. I was overreacting, this was just a misunderstanding.

  He was smiling broadly at me, his head lolling slightly to the left.

  I put my hand up and started again, "Jason, I'm flattered, but..."

  Before I could finish, he reached out, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and yanking me to him. Our lips crashed together, and I felt him trying to force his tongue into my mouth. His mouth felt wet and slimy.

  Stunned, I stood there, frozen, with hands limp at my side.

  After a second rage flooded my veins, furious, I raised my arms, shoving against him and forcing us apart.

  "What the fuck, Jason!"

  My heart was hammering in my chest, and I was mad as hell.

  I jabbed my finger in his chest and yelled loudly at him. "I. am. not. fucking. interested!"

  I tried to barge past him, but he grabbed hold of me again, dragging me back. This time the force had me stumbling backwards, with him following, crashing into me.

  The backs of my legs hit the table, and I fell back into a sitting position.

  He was standing directly in front of me with a nasty sneer on his face. He stood between my thighs, forcing them apart with his hands and then his body, so that he could stand close to me, his legs against the table edge.

  He leaned down so that his face was inches from mine. His eyes were dark and cold as he snarled at me, "Don't be such a fucking cock tease, bitch!"

  It was pure reaction, but my right hand swung up and slapped him hard across the face. I caught him well. My palm was stinging, but before I had time to consider anything else, his fist connected hard with my face, knocking me backwards.

  With no way to save myself or brace, my head jerked violently backwards, slamming down against the table.

  My brain was lagging way behind, and I was struggling to make sense of anything.

  My face was pounding, and I could feel my eye immediately starting to swell and close.

  Uneasiness had now given way to full blown terror, as I felt his hands over my body.

  I started to buck my hips, wildly trying to fight him off, but this just seemed to amuse and encourage him.

  "Jason please! What the hell are you doing? Let me go!" I pleaded with him, my voice becoming high pitched and desperate.

  I tried in vain to twist away from him, feeling his hands grabbing my dress and pulling it roughly up around my waist.

  I felt my stomach churn; defiance and adrenaline flared through me. Fighting with everything I had, I hit, kicked and bucked wildly.

  Screaming out loudly, I felt his hand clamp down hard over my mouth. I tried to bite him, but I could hardly move my mouth from the pressure.

  This had spiralled out of control so fast. He was so strong. It was futile; I couldn’t get free from him.

  I tried pleading with him again, but my words and cries were muffled against his hand, barely audible.

  Looking up at his lifeless eyes, his face twisted up in some sort of sick excitement and amusement, I knew it was a lost cause.

  Desperately I tried to writhe free of him.

  He was cursing, trying to hold me under control whilst getting my underwear down. Suddenly I felt him pull hard, and they snapped off in his hand.

  He laughed, ignoring my continued protests and pleading.

  My body was shaking uncontrollably now. Pure terror had flooded my system. My heart was pounding in my chest. It felt like it was going to break through at any moment. My breath was coming in short sharp bursts.

  With his hand over my mouth, it felt like I couldn’t get enough oxygen; I was drowning, my own tears and cries making it harder and harder to breathe, so that I could see dark spots appearing in my vision.

  Without warning his fingers rammed into me, abruptly and aggressively. I tried to scream out, but his hand was still clamped down over my mouth.

  I wasn’t a virgin, but the pain was intense.

  Tears seeped out and trickled down my face.

  His face was close to mine now, as he leaned down over me laid out on the table, his breath tinged with cider, sickly sweet to my face.

  His harsh breathing matched mine. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg and I felt totally helpless and desolate.

  I knew what was coming, I didn’t know how I was going to stop him, but I’d need to try.

  Choking sobs out, I continued to beg him against his hand to let me go.

  My dirty, traitorous body betraying me, he spoke directly into my ear, as he continued to finger fuck me, "You dirty fucking cocktease, I knew you wanted this. You're getting so fucking wet for me, baby. I've wanted you for so long. Leading me on and keeping me waiting, we’ll both get what we want soon enough.”

  I continued my now feeble attempts to break free. My own tears and snot were choking me as I struggled to breathe against his hand.

  He pulled his hand away from between my legs, and I felt him shaking his trousers down.

  I worked myself into a frenzy, frantically increasing my efforts to escape, but he had me overpowered completely.

  I felt dizzy and sick.

  I could feel myself shutting down.

  I can’t believe this is happening running on repeat in my head.

  It felt like I was trapped in the worst kind of nightmare.

  It was as if I was watching this play out and felt unable to act. I couldn’t save myself.

  Suddenly the door swung open, and he paused for a moment, glancing towards the figure at the doorway.

  The mystery guy looked down at us and shook his head, clearly taking us for partygoers who had snuck off for fun.

  He put his hand up in apology and turned to walk away.

  Taking advantage of the distraction, I began to shake my head violently, and Jason’s hand fell free.

  I managed to choke out "Help!"

  It was shrill and strained but enough that he heard.

  Instantly the mystery guy’s posture changed. He turned sharply and stormed back into the room, his tone and stance aggressive.

  "What the fucks going on? Get offa her!”

  Jason immediately turned away to face him, partially blocking me, and put his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

  "Hey, nothing guy, just having some fun. Leave us be!"

  My saviour looked over towards me where I lay on the table, I could barely make him out due to the poor lighting.r />
  "Are you OK?" he asked.

  I raised myself up on my arms, still gasping for breath, and a sob tore from my chest.

  I couldn't tell if it was the tears, or whether he could see the marks on my face, but he suddenly roared towards Jason, snarling at him, "You motherfucking prick!"

  He grabbed him by the throat, spinning him around to the side and pushing him hard up against a wall.

  I saw him taking a swing at him but didn't delay. I took the opportunity to flee.

  I dragged my dress back down and ran from the room, leaving my underwear behind where it had been discarded.

  My face is a mess. I'm not sure how I'm going to explain this...

  My eye is swollen shut and I'm black and blue with bruises.

  My whole body aches.

  I’m bleeding and I’m sore.

  I'm not sure how long I've stood scrubbing myself in the shower.

  Time has ceased to exist.

  My skin is red raw from the scorching heat of the water and my aggressive use of the wash cloth, but I feel frozen to the core.

  I stopped crying a while back. I don't think I have any tears left.

  I feel numb.

  My heart and mind feel empty.

  I get up but everything I do is on autopilot.

  I've repacked my suitcase that I unpacked only a few weeks ago.

  I've arranged for transport to travel back home.

  I've not actually spoken to anyone. I don’t think I could form a sentence if I wanted to.

  I'm not sure how I'm going to explain to my family that, after less than a term, I'm dropping out.

  I just know that I can't stay here.

  Everything has changed. I have changed.

  Something inside me has broken, and I don’t think I’ll ever feel whole again.

  Lena

  "No, no, dammit! Sorry isn't good enough … don't try that … yes we are friends, but this is business pure and simple. Listen, V, it's because we're friends that you’re not blacklisted from this company … this isn’t the first time, and everyone else managed to make the timescales. I'm just making it clear where we both stand here. You need to get the shipping fee halved if you want to go any way towards making this better … yes I know … you'll have the delivery there by end of the day…"