Page 1 of Make You Wish You Were Dead

Prologue

Jane

Three Years Ago

"Leave me alone!"I yelled at him while tears streamed down my face.

He thrusted inside me a few more times before he finally came. Tears were still running down my face and I couldn't stop crying.

I wanted it all to stop.

I wish I could have just disappeared and closed my eyes forever.

I feel him touch my clit and I wanted to kill myself when he whispers in my ear how good I feel. I screamed but no one was there to help me.

His grip on my hair was tight and all I wanted to do was cut all my hair off just so I couldn't feel his hands there anymore. I wanted to cut off every single piece of my body that he has touched just so I don't have to see the invisible marks he left that only I can see.

"You feel so fucking good."

He stayed inside me for a few more minutes. I felt his come down my thigh.

After a few more seconds of him controlling his breathing in my ear, I didn't feel him inside me anymore, instead, I heard him pulling up his pants while I laid limp on the floor.

I hated my parents for making me come here. Nothing good ever happens at these damn galas.

Nothing.

How was I so stupid to trust this guy that I barely met?

"Honey, don't yell at me acting as if I hurt you. You asked for it."

I asked for it.

"Screw you." I cried and curled up in a ball, holding my knees to my chest.

Next thing I know I felt a rough hand grip my face. I looked directly at him.

Blue eyes, dark blonde hair, strong cheekbones, bushy eyebrows, and a mole on his nose.

Of course, he was attractive. That's why I thought I could trust him. He acted like a gentleman and not a lot of guys who are attractive act like that. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Stupid me.

"Now, Jane, if you tell anyone about what happened tonight, I will make sure to kill you slowly to the point where you can feel all of the torture I bring down on you. I will break you even more than I already did. You understand that?" Tears ran down my face, and I could almost taste the salt. I slowly nodded my head. "Good."

He let go of my face and then walked away. The last thing I noticed about him was the crown tattoo on his finger.

When I open my eyes, I see a TV mounted on the white wall in front of me. The TV showFriendsis playing.

I furrow my eyebrows and look around only to see an IV drip attached to my arm and then cords everywhere around me.

My heart rate speeds up as I try to remember what happened. The last I remember is seeing a man walk away after saying, "Now, Jane, if you tell anyone about what happened tonight, I will make sure to kill you slowly to the point where you can feel all of the torture I bring down on you. I will break you even more than I already did. You understand that?"

The blood in my body freezes.

"Oh, Jane." I look up and see my grandmother. "Layna! Cole! She is awake!" my grandmother yells, probably waking up anyone who is sleeping on the floor.

I see my mother and father walk in. My mother has some dried-up tears on her face and my father looks like he wants to kill someone.