Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Mom!” I cried out again.
And a creak split the floor to my left, and I stopped, my
face scrunching up and my eyes squeezing shut as the
nightmare loomed even though I was no longer asleep.
But I refused to cry. I locked my jaw, fisted my hands, and
turned toward him.
“Damon,” I said to my ghost who now had a name. “Perks
of being rich, huh? You can make bail in record time.”
I shook my head.
He was going to get off. Nothing was going to happen to
him. GGuys like him never paid.
“Your friends were arrested, too, I hear,” I said. “The town
is in chaos tonight.”
I didn’t hear him move, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t.
Reaching behind me, I grabbed a gold figurine on the table,
with a nice, pointy part on it.
“And you’re here.” I listened carefully for footsteps. “Why
are you here?”
He didn’t say a word, and for a moment it felt like the very
first time he broke in and terrified me. This time, though, I
wouldn’t be waking up safe. He’d had his fun, and now he was
here to have more.
“You want to shut me up?” I pressed. “Hurt me? Or do you
want to see how much you already hurt me?”
Was he here to keep me quiet, or because he just couldn’t
resist his sick, perverted kink? To survey the damage he’d
done on the girl who had been ready to run away with him this
morning. Dreaming of waking up in his arms, in a warm bed
with a fire roaring in the cold mountains.
It meant nothing to him.
“The best I’ve ever felt in seven years were the nights with
you,” I told him, tears springing up. “So just soak it up,
because you win. I fucking fell for it. I want to eat my