The Groom Chooses The Maid Of Honour

Sakura's pulse thundered in her ears as Kenji yanked her further into the room, his grip on her wrist unrelenting. She barely had time to react before he shoved her against the wall with a sickening force. Her body slammed against the cold surface, knocking the wind out of her.

She barely registered the words he hissed through gritted teeth as he stepped closer, his smirk twisting into something far darker.

"Stop fighting," Kenji growled. "Just admit what we did and I'll make it easy for you."

Sakura's breath hitched. No. She couldn't let him have the power. She couldn't let him win.

She tried to move, but he was too strong. Her heart raced, the fight-or-flight instinct kicking in as she desperately pushed against his chest. But Kenji only laughed. The sound was low and menacing.

"You're making this difficult, Sakura," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Before she could react, his hands were on her, pulling at her winter jumper.

"Let go!" she screamed, pushing against his chest with all her strength. But his hands yanked at the fabric roughly, dragging it up, trying to expose her skin. Her heart hammered in her chest.

Tears filled her eyes as she struggled, fighting back with everything she had. "No!" she cried, screaming for help, but the room was silent except for the sound of his harsh breathing.

In that moment, something sharp and cold flashed in her mind.

Her eyes darted across the floor. A beer bottle.

Without thinking, she lunged toward it.

Grabbing it, she swung it with all the force she could muster.

The bottle shattered against Kenji's face with a sickening crack. He howled in pain, his grip loosening as he staggered back, clutching at his bleeding face.

Sakura didn't stop. She ran.

Her heart felt like it was about to explode, her legs burning as she sprinted down the hallway, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She didn't stop to look back. She didn't care if he was following her. She just needed to get out.

As she burst through the dormitory's front door, her jumper ripped, the cold air hitting her skin. She barely noticed, too frantic to care.

Staff members and security guards appeared as she stumbled out, their eyes wide as they saw the state she was in—dishevelled, her jumper torn, and eyes wild with fear.

"What's going on?!" one of the staff members shouted.

The sound of footsteps followed her, and she ran faster, the weight of her actions catching up with her. She needed to get away. She needed to find someone—someone she trusted.

And then, as if fate were playing a cruel trick, she ran straight into him.

Haru.

She collided with his chest, the force of it knocking the breath out of her. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with panic and tears streaming down her face.

He caught her, his strong arms pulling her into him as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. She couldn't stop shaking.

Haru's breath caught as he saw the terror in her eyes, the dishevelled state she was in. He gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek, wiping away a tear.

"Sakura… what happened?" Haru asked, his voice hoarse, a deep concern flooding his features.

Sakura's breath hitched, her voice trembling. She couldn't find the words at first, her chest heaving with pain. She finally stammered out the words between sobs.

"H—h-he tried to t-touch me…" Her voice broke with the weight of the admission.

His mind flashed to the picture. The one that had gone viral.

Kenji.

The bastard had done this to her.

Haru's fists clenched. His face hardened into something fierce. He had been looking for Sakura everywhere, worried sick since she wasn't answering her phone. Now he understood why she was running. Why she was so scared.

He pulled her closer, his voice low but firm.

"Sakura, I'm here. You're safe now."

He pulled her head against his chest, feeling her tears soaking through his shirt. He didn't let her go. Not for a second.

Sakura clung to him, the weight of what had happened sinking in. She couldn't stop the tears now, couldn't stop the shaking.