Hailey's POV
Juan began to lift my dress, holding my head down against the counter. My cheek was pressed against the cold counter as I heard him fiddle with his belt one handed. Knowing he was distracted, I took the opportunity to find something to use as a weapon. I stretched my hand out, reaching for one of the many and heavy cast iron pans. The pressure with which he was pinning me lightened as he tried to undo his belt and zipper. Although the sound was haunting, his movement allowed me to grab a pan.
I didn't stop, wait, or even think. Using the pan, I struck him in the side of the head, making him stumble back as he lost his balance. I tried getting away again, but he grabbed my wrist before I could get it out of reach.
"You bitch!" He snapped, striking me across the face before he slammed me back against the counter.