Chapter 20


    Chapter 20


    Maddox


    It seems I know very little about Michelle Henriksson. I pegged her for a withdrawn girl without much


    experience, and forgive me for saying this, but I didn’t think she was very popr with guys.


    She wears cardigans like it’s her religion and can barely talk without stammering. Michelle is shy,


    intelligent, and kind, and although those are great qualities, college men only seem to care about sex.


    And that is the dilemma because Michelle is pure girlfriend material. That’s why the guys aren’t looking


    at her twice-you can already tell by a first nce what this girl is about.


    Michelle is cute and delicate, and I stamped her as innocent. I also took for granted that I wouldn’t have


    muchpetition in the romantic field, but it seems I was mistaken.


    Another quarterback, Thomas Hennington, shoves his tongue down Michelle’s throat as if his life


    depends on it. They are by the couch, Thomas’s humongous body leaning down to eat at Michelle’s


    face.


    People are cheering them on too.


    What the actual hell?


    Did I miss something?!


    Jealousy bubbles within my veins. I had no idea Thomas had his eyes on Michelle. I’ve never liked the


    swine. He treats women like they are disposable and disrespects them. Robin on our team might be a


    yer, but at least that guy has a soul and heart.


    Thomas?


    He is cold and wrong in the head. The way he talked about thest girl he hated? The man said some


    nasty shit and called her a whore for not letting him lock her up in his basement.


    I shudder.


    Thomas is heavy into BDSM but doesn’t understand when the partner isn’t into the same thing “What


    the fuck?!” Thomas suddenly erupts. His hand goes to his lips as he steps back from Michelle “Why did


    you bite me, you fucking whore?! LOOK AT ME! I’M BLEEDING!”


    Anger rises in my chest.


    Did Thomas force himself upon Michelle?


    I blink slowly and clench my fists. My jaw is ticking with rage. I never liked Thomas before, and I sure


    as hell don’t like him now.


    Michelle appears horrified as she lifts her chin to meet Thomas’s eyes. How did I not catch onto her


    fear earlier? And why the fuck am I still standing here?!


    “Because…” Michelle sobs loudly, her voice cracking and shit. It breaks something within me to hear


    her voice. “Because I didn’t want you to kiss me, you freak! I just want you to leave me alone!”


    “Leave you alone?!” Thomas questions. “But you’re mine!”


    Michelle is crying now. Red in the face with her shoulders shaking out of frustration and fear.”


    I’m not yours, you psychopath!” “Psychopath?!” Thomas hisses and lifts his hand. “How dare you call


    me that, you little slut?!” I’m one second away from interrupting the fight. Sadly, Thomas manages to


    p Michelle’s face before I get there. He fists her t-shirt, ready to lift her off the ground, but that’s


    when I finally make it there.


    My fist connects with Thomas’s cheek, and the sucker is down on the ground a secondter.


    It really didn’t take more than that. Everyone at the party goes quiet and stares down at Thomas. He is


    wailing on the ground like a baby. I kick him once for effect and then let my eyes roam around the


    room.


    “If anyone fucking asks what happened, Thomas fell down the stairs and hurt himself, okay?! He


    touched my girls, so he had iting and honestly deserves another punch.” 1 People exchange


    nces with each other and shrug, seeming to agree with my statement. The party resumes, and I


    crack my shoulders before noticing that Thomas isughing.


    What the actual fuck?!


    “So Michelle is sleeping with you now, huh?” Thomas’s face is bloodied. I hit the fucker hard, and his


    jaw hit the floor at incredible speed. He even spits out a tooth.


    I nce behind me, noticing that Michelle is shaking. She is staring at Thomas, entirely white in the


    face. I’ve never seen her this scared before. Do these two have a history together?


    My eyes focus on Thomas. “Are you going to stopughing, or should I hit you again? A ckout might


    do your head some good.”


    He wets his lips. “I had Michelle first, you know…”


    His words are beyond confusing. I have no clue what the idiot is talking about and lift my eyebrows.


    “Excuse me?”


    “Yeah,” Thomas grins wickedly. “I took her virginity- I was her first, so she will never forget me, Maddox.


    It doesn’t matter if she is your girlfriend. I’ve marked her mind forever. The memory of me will always


    haunt her. Never will it let her rest.”


    What a sick fucking psychopath.


    I’ve slept with plenty of virgins and never been as obsessed about them as this man. Thomas is sick.


    How could Michelle ever sleep with him? Was she desperate? Thomas is good-looking, but nothing is


    happening inside his thick head.


    I turn around to face Michelle. “Is Thomas an old ex-boyfriend of yours?”


    To my surprise, she shakes her head. No words leave her lips, but the tears streaming down her


    cheeks don’t need words. Her doe-eyes are all sad, broken, torn.


    I know without asking what happened between them. Thomas is the reason for Michelle’s fear of men.


    Inner darkness enters my heart, and I peer down at Michelle. My voicees out surprisingly calm.


    “Turn around.”


    Michelle’s lips quiver. “W-what are you going to do?”


    “I won’t kill him,” I turn around to face Thomas. He is still on the ground as I nkly stare at him. “But


    Thomas is going to wish he was after I’m done with him.”


    Michelle gasps but doesn’t say anything to stop me as I hunker down. I grab Thomas by his shirt and


    punch his face. There is no regret or other emotion inside me as the fucker cries and begs me to stop.


    Eventually, he is crying and shaking. A wet patch has formed between his legs, and my voice goes low


    and threatening. “If you ever touch or talk to Michelle again, I will murder you. And I really don’t give a


    fuck about the cops. My family is wealthy and knows people that will make it look like your death was


    an ident.” Thomas sobs. “I-I don’t want to die! Your sick man…”


    Without another word, I rise up from his body. My eyes are kept on his, only to make a point. Thomas


    touching Michelle again will result in him dying. And I’m bigger than him too-he will be my


    punching bag at practice from now on. If he is smart, he quits the team or transfers. I don’t care. I just


    never want to look at the swine again.


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    “Maddox!” I turn around to find Jason staring at me. Most other people ignored what happened. Some


    stopped to watch, but honestly, any person with a lick of sense wouldn’t feel bad for Thomas.


    He is a terrible person.


    “Yes, Jason?” I ask while calmly picking up a wet wipe from the coffee table. Michelle is staring at me


    with widened eyes, possibly afraid of me now, but I had to beat Thomas to a pulp. “Why did you beat


    up Thomas?!”


    I open my mouth, but to my surprise, Michelle chooses that moment to get in between Jason and me.


    “Thomas he..” Michelle’s lips are quivering. She is in tears, yet she stands there brave and whispers,


    “Thomas kissed me against my will… He also… He…”


    She can’t say it


    Tears streain down Michelle’s face, and Jason lifts his eyes to mine. He blinks questioningly at me,


    waiting for a further exnation, but I won’t give him one today.


    I step forward, bringing, Michelle over to my chest. I hurt for her. I care about her and feel my heart


    crack to pieces when she buries her face in my t shirt. My hand strokes down her back, feeling her


    shake with every sob that leaves her lips. Jason is still standing there, ring at me. “Coach won’t be


    happy about this….” “You won’t tell him I did it.” 1 pick up Michelle from the ground, thankful that she


    lets me and seems to want it. She slumps against my shoulder, and I head for my room. Well, I would if


    Jason didn’t block my fucking path,


    “Maddox…” Jason shakes his head. “This isn’t you… Violence isn’t the answer… Whatever Thomas


    did”


    “He raped me,” Michelle interrupts. She has turned around and is now ring at Jason with puffy eyes.


    “Thomas forced himself upon me, stalked me, sent me sickening messages, and then kissed me. He is


    a monster, so don’t you dare put the me all on Maddox.”


    Jason freezes. He looks beyond shocked by the fierceness in Michelle’s tone and readiness to defend


    me, and I bite back augh. I’m so screwed because I like her. I like her a lot. “Shit…” Jason scratches


    the back of his head. “I didn’t know that part of the story, man… Should I go over there and kick him


    too?” I snort as I walk past him and p him on the shoulder. “I think Thomas has had enough for


    tonight, but we can take turns making his life hell during practice?”


    Jason actually looks excited. “I can’t wait.”


    Smiling briefly, I head for the stairs. Michelle isn’tining, and I hug her to me. “You okay?”


    Her response is to tighten her hold of me. “No, I’m not okay…” “Anything I can do?” Michelle sighs.


    “Let’s head up to your room… I just… I need…” She seems to be hesitating. It breaks me. Doesn’t


    Michelle know she can trust me? Fuck. She probably doesn’t. Not with the way I’ve been actingtely…


    I take a deep breath. “Do you want to talk?” Michelle breathes augh. “I kind of just want to take a


    warm bath, breathe and forget today happened, but I don’t have a tub at home…” I stop in my tracks,


    and a smile ys on my lips. “I can make that happen…” “How?” Michelle asks. “You don’t have a tub


    either…”


    “Not here, but… My parents have one. Let’s head over to their summerhouse. They don’t use it, and I


    got the keys. It’s not very far from here and quite luxurious.”


    “Seriously?”


    “Yup”


    Michelle doesn’t thank me, but she hugs me, and it feels like the same damn thing, but better. Dain. I


    want to tell her how I feel, but tonight doesn’t seem to be the night.


    Tonight should be about Michelle’s past and healing and shit And if she needs someone to talk with, I


    will be there for her.