You go back inside

With a shaky breath, you straighten your clothes, wipe your mouth just in case, and slip back into the house.

The moment you slide the door closed, a hand grips your arm and yanks you to the side. It takes a moment for you to register who or where you’re going.

Mike.

“Mike, what the hell?!” you snap, trying to wrench yourself free. It doesn’t work.

“What the hell?!” he repeats back at you before tossing you into an empty room. He walking in after you, locking the door behind him. “What the hell?! I’m not good enough for you, but he is?!!”

You wince. Did he see all of that?

“I-I didn’t want to… he made me…” You look away. To be fair, it’s not like you tried very hard to stop it.

The silence that filled the room scared you. Was he angry? Sympathetic? Fearfully, you slowly raise your eyes.

Mike is just standing there, staring at you with intense eyes. You’ve never seen that look in his eye before. You start shaking.

“Mike?” you whisper.

“Is that what it takes?” he asks, taking a step forward.

Your heart starts pounding in your chest.

“Is that what… what takes?” You step back, your knee bumping into the mattress behind you.

“Is that what it takes to have you, Jane?” he questions again, continuing to slowly approach you. “Do I have to **** you?”

“W-What?” You fall back on the bed and start scrambling backwards, but you’re not fast enough. Mike grabs your ankles and easily yanks you back towards the edge of the bed so your legs on are on either side of his hips. He immediately drops them and grabs your arms before you can scramble back too far from him. Once he grabs your arms he’s pinned you down on the bed so he’s towering over you.

There’s an almost crazed look in his eyes.