Author’s Note: This read is for mature audiences only. The piece contains language and theme that are inappropriate for young readers.
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I was silently screaming. If he heard me whimper or even sob, he would just grip my jaw. Hard. I didn’t want to get hurt anymore. But that was not the case. That would never be the case if I kept this secret. And yes, I would keep this as forever as possible. Because if this secret spilled, he would kill the people I loved. I saw it. Twice. And I knew he could do it again.
As he held my hands over my head, he continued to thrust hard inside me. I kept my eyes closed as I couldn’t take what was happening. I heard him growl and felt his lips on my neck.
“Open your fucking eyes, Jamie. Fuck. Open them. I want to see them so bad.”
I opened my eyes and hoped no tear would fall. I stared at his dark and gloomy eyes. Full of hatred and anger. I hated it. I hated that my best friend in him was now gone. It was replaced with something demonic.
“Good girl.” He smirked as he picked up his pace. I started to try to moan just to please him. But I failed. A sound escaped but it was more of a sob. He stopped.
“Are you fucking crying, Jamie?” Even if the illuminated room, I saw his enraged stare at me. His body stiffened and I felt his big and warm hands on my jaw. He gripped it hard.
“Fuck you, Jamie. Are you crying, you little shit? Answer me!” He slapped my face, not hard but it stung.
I managed to answer but my voice croak. “No. I.. I’m loving it.. Please.. Please, uh, please don’t stop.” I stared at his eyes while hoping I was giving a pleased face.
He smirked and moved again. Something was building inside me. I knew then it was time. I closed my eyes and raised my hip.
“Fucking come with me, Jamie. I’m going to come inside you, shit!” He thrust harder and both hurt and ecstasy hovered me. He was devouring my mouth and I unwillingly did the same thing.
He slid deep inside and that was where I felt his warm release. I raised my hips again and did the same thing. We were breathing heavily after. He collapsed on top of me and I stared at the ceiling, thanking God it was done. I smiled and sighed inside.
He raised his head and cupped my face tightly. “That was so fucking good, was it, Jamie? Huh? You’re loving my cock now, yeah? Don’t worry, baby, we’re going to do it again tomorrow. Fix your fucking self, okay? I don’t want you sore. I want you fucking fresh.” He kissed me hard once again before he got off the bed.
I remained in my bed, naked and fragile, until I heard the door opened. Before he closed it, he said “later, baby.”
A few minutes passed and I began to cry for the nth time. I didn’t know how many months more before this would be gone. All I wanted was for this to stop. I was wrecked. All over my body and soul. I didn’t know if I could take the real, happy and content Jamie back. Because what she was today was a broken glass that couldn’t piece herself together.
I turned around the bed and hugged myself. I was crying endlessly. For almost everything that was happening. I was so scared to tell the truth even if I knew it would be the only thing to set all of this free. But I can’t. I love my family and I don’t want to live without them.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing and opened them. No more tears escaped and no more sob made. And once again, I was broken.