It was clear I had been set up. The whole reason they insisted I stay overnight was to let Kennith get to me. Before I could fully process what was happening, Kennith yanked my hair from behind and threw me onto the bed. The pain shot through my scalp, like he had ripped it right off.
“Where do you think you’re going? I’m telling you, tonight, you’re mine,” he sneered, moving closer.
Ignoring the pain, I slammed my head into his nose as hard as I could. I hit him square in the face. He staggered back, clutching his nose as blood poured down his face.
Not wasting a second, I kicked him hard in his bad leg and he crumpled to the ground.
“You little bitch, you’re gonna pay for that! When I catch you, I’ll strip you naked and hang you up!” he snarled.
Seeing him down, I didn’t stop. I hit him three more times, grabbed a stool and smashed it over his head. The stool shattered with a loud crack and Kennith slumped to the floor, knocked out cold.
Just then, I heard the sound of the door unlocking from the outside. I knew they weren’t coming to help me—they were coming to trap me. Without thinking, I scrambled onto the windowsill, kicked the window open and jumped out.