chapter eighteen

as lydia felt the bed dip beside her, she froze. she had never slept in the same bed with anyone besides lily and her mother before, and it almost felt foreign to her.

she quickly moved herself away from the body settling down next to her, making the attempt to scoot herself as far to the other end of the bed as much as she could. but of course, this action didn't come without an interruption from the boy next to her.

"stay." he firmly said, grabbing her by the hips and moving her closer to him.

she gulped down a lump that she hadn't realized had built itself in her throat. if she moved, he would get upset. if she stayed, she would be touched against her will. neither of these options seemed fair in her eyes, but she would quickly learn that as long as she was with tatum, nothing was fair.

his large hands wrapped themselves around her small frame, as he began engulfing himself with the presence of his little. he absolutely adored her, and he knew from the beginning of meeting her that he would go to the ends of the world if it meant he could be close to her. her presence was awfully comforting to him, and this was hard to find with this boy. people never comforted him, in fact, he enjoyed being alone rather than be in the presence of others. but when it came to lydia, it was different.

as he pressed his little girls back into his chest, he felt something he never thought he would feel again after his parents had destroyed it for him. love. he loved having her close to him, he loved being in charge of her, and he loved how she couldn't get away from him. there was absolutely no chance for her escape, and the thought comforted him more than anything he's ever felt before. he was gaining control over his little rather quickly, and he would do anything possible to make it known to her that she could do absolutely nothing about it.

lydia on the other hand, was terrified. the longer she spent in this house with him, the more she realized that she didn't think she was going to get away from him. she still had hope that he would allow her to return home in the morning, yes, but she was beginning to think that the power he held over her was something that he fed off of. and she was right, she was very right.

she could feel every breath that he took against her backside, and she endlessly waited for his breathing to begin slowing. maybe if he was a heavy sleeper she would be able to configure something to shorten her stay here. now whether that was bolting for the door or slowly creeping around the house to find her phone again, she didn't know. but she didn't care, she wasn't happy here. tatum was not nice to her, and everything he did held a very threatening energy behind it. he was not sweet anymore, and she had almost come to terms with that.

after a few very long moments, his breaths became shorter and more prolonged. all she had was hope, and all she hoped for was that he was really out. that he wouldn't wake up, that he wouldn't recognize her movements against him, and that he wouldn't care if she moved. she waited and waited, hoping that his breaths would become shorter and shorter with the amount of time that she was waiting. and when the time came for that opportunity, she took it.

she slowly began to attempt to gently pull herself away from his grip, but her attempts were absolutely pointless.

"don't leave me, little" he groggily whispered against her neck, nuzzling himself into it.

she sighed, relaxing into his grip. the way he cooed into her neck sent shivers down her spine, but oddly comforted her. his voice held a very gentle tone as he did so, and she was almost relieved. it was like she had gotten the old tatum back for a moment, and he was much more than gentle with her. this reminded her of how much she actually liked him before he was rough with her. but, she wasn't giving up just yet.

she began wiggling her body around in an attempt to slither herself out of his grip, but was once again brought out of her attempt as he spoke into her neck.

"fuck, lydia. stop moving." he groaned against her, pushing himself against her backside. her eyes widened as she felt something hard jabbing into her behind, and whimpered as he pushed himself into her further. she didn't know what any of this meant of course, but she knew by the tone of his voice that he was being very serious with her.

on the other hand, tatum was doing his upmost best to keep himself from destroying her innocence in that very moment. with every move she made his hard on became stronger, as she wringled herself against his body. not only was she rubbing her small body against his large one, but she was fighting against him. this turned him on to absolutely no extent, and he felt as though it was almost impossible to control himself as she did so.

when lydia had felt him roughly pushing her against him, she whimpered once more. what he was doing to her didn't necessarily hurt her, but it was a feeling she had never felt before. she was unaware of the absolute misery she was putting against him as he fought the urge to force her to take him. she didn't know what anything that was going on meant, and that turned tatum on even more than previously. as he continuously left rough groans into her ears, she began relaxing against him once more.

she was strangely comforted by his tight grip, and she began to feel at peace almost. she didn't know if it was because she was extremely tired from the previous events in the day, or if she was just genuinely comforted by how close he needed her to be to him. but after awhile, she began to close her eyes and give in to her tired body.

hi guys kinda short update bc i'm rlly busy today so i'm not sure if i'll be able to update more than once but i love u guys so i figured i would update atleast once :,) i hope u guys have the best day & i hope you're enjoying the book so far