CHAPTER FOUR

JASMIN 

OH GOD! Please save me... I silently prayed and looked around to see if I can get help around. Anyone, anyone who would just walk by now.

It was late and dark and there was no one around. Not even a single soul. Except me and Max and it was fairly dark at the entrance so it would be hard to be seen by someone on less they heard me scream.

Lisa was probably upstairs with the music on like she always does when she gets home each from her outings. There is nothing much to say about our neighbors, they just don't give a damn if they heard me scream.

I had screamed for help before, when Max had attacked and almost raped me in the hallway of our building but no one came for my aid. I had to fight him off myself and as much as I could, screaming my lungs out until I finally got help from a woman living in another building two blocks away who finally called the police.

I prayed hard, for someone to pass by because I swear to God the moment I see any other human around here, I'm going to scream my lungs out.

"What do you want, Max?" I asked, the beast of a man who was snarling at me. Who was making slow steps towards me.

I knew that any move I make, he is going to be quicker and obviously faster. There is no doubt he'll catch me if I tried to run.

He laughed out loud, really laughed shaking his head as he looked down at his shoes. Hands in his pockets, he seemed calm and relaxed but fuck me if I believe that shit.

"You know if you run I'll catch you. And if you try to scream this time around, I'll have to bound your." He said with malice.

He was always so deceiving. His looks were deceiving, blond hair, blue eyes. The country boy look. The bastard was a psychopath.

"What do you want Max." I asked again. Trying to gain more time.

He continued laughing and I cringed each time I heard his laughter.

"Jass... Jass ..." He glared at me. "You of all people, should know what I want."

The bastard even gave me a fucking pet name. 

"I want you." He snared the words out. His eyes gazing at my body. I immediately felt naked.

Maybe Alex was right? Maybe I should have covered myself more? 

What the hell was I even saying, no amount of dressing should justify the thoughts of dirty minded people like Max.

I shook my heard viciously. "You can't possibly want me Max." He is insane!

"Oh I do. And I want to fuck you right now. You can either make it easy or hard. Either way I'm fucking hard for you." He grabbed his dick through his pant.

I gasped, and tried to turn around and run when he suddenly grabbed my waist. Scratching me in the process.

He lifts me off the floor and shoved me hard right at the building wall. Banging my head in the wall in the process. I tried to fight him off, screaming and scratching him as hard as I could but he didn't bulge.

"Please don't do this Max. I beg of you." I cried out, begging him.

"Fuck. Your tears just happens to turn me on." He sniffed at my neck, making me turn my head in disgust. But I only ended up giving him more access to my neck.

His breath smelled of alcohol, but his words weren't slurred. He knew what he was doing, and he could stop. But he won't.

I had nowhere to go. He completely blocked me off with his body. A sob bubbled deep in my chest, and I closed my eyes and wish I was somewhere else. 

"Max. Please." 

He looked down at me and feigned consideration and suddenly laughed off my plea. 

He starts working on his belt, and I screamed before he clamped his hand over my mouth, cutting me off.

"I fucking love it when you make it hard for me." He grabbed me hand forcefully brought it to the front of his pant. The bastard was aroused by my discomfort.

"Don't worry. It would be a quick fuck." He sniffed at me again.

I started crying hard. This is how my first time would be? Raped by a lunatic outside my damn apartment.

He licked my face and I almost throw up. He was the most disgusting person ever.

I should have stayed at Jason's. At least agreed to start living in his house today, then pack up tomorrow. 

God that's stupid of me. How was I to know, Max would be here today? That he would ignore the restraining order I have against him and still come close to me.

With new found strength, I brought my hands to his face and scratched as hard as I can. Until I drew blood.

"Fucking bitch!" Max cursed, and slapped me hard right across the face.

" I can see you want to make this hard on yourself." With that he grabbed my shorts and tried to open the zipper.

My eyes were already sore from my tears. My lungs were aching and I was trying as hard as possible to stay calm as my brain was already panicking.

I cried harder. Struggled harder. Desperate for help. 

Just as he shoved his hand inside his jeans to take out his dick. I heard a miracle voice. A voice I couldn't believe was real. It was from a little boy. But never the less, someone. Someone who was free to run and call an adult or get help.

"Hey! Hey! what you doing? Call the police Dad! I think he's trying to hurt the young lady!" The boy screamed at the top of his lungs.

Max froze for a second. He quickly got off me and zipped his jeans before looking at me.

"You are such a lucky bitch. But I swear to God I'll have you Jasmin. You will be mine." He growled the words out with anger in his voice. He grabbed my cheeks and squeezed. "Next time, Jass. Next time."

He released me and run down the dark road. 

My knees nearly buckled in relief. I was safe. Safe from his disgusting touch.

I scooted away from the wall. My hands shaking from shock and disbelief. I was free and safe.

A man and little boy ran up to me breathless, clearly from the running.

"Where is he?" The man asked.

"He ran away." I released the breath I was holding, and tears fell down my face. I couldn't control it. I turned to look at my saviors.

I bent down and gave the little boy and kiss on his forehead. If it wasn't for him, I don't know what would have happened. I was so filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much."

"You are very welcome ma'am. I'm always happy to help." He gave me the biggest smile ever.

He was probably around seven or eight years old. "My name is Jack and this is my dad Ryan Smith."

I looked up at his dad then. He is a very handsome man, and Jack obviously had his looks, brown hair and eyes.

"Thank you Mr Smith. My name is Jasmin and it's nice to meet you two." I brought my hand out for a shake, and Jack hurriedly grabbed my hands before his dad.

Both I and Mr Smith laughed, I was traumatized yet again by max but I won't let him consume me. I was able to take my mind a little off what just happened with that laugh.

"I haven't seen you guys around here before. Are you new here?" I asked.

"You are welcome. Please call me Ryan. Calling me Mr Smith just makes me feel old, like my dad." He laughed and I smiled.

"I'm glad you are safe now. We are actually not from here, we just came here to check on someone."

"I'm glad you were at the right place at the right time. At least for me." I laughed, trying to forget my earlier disdain.

"You are so beautiful, Jasmin." Jack commented and I looked down at the little cute boy as both Ryan and I laughed again.

"Aww thank you, Jack. You very handsome too." I gave him a wink and smiled.