The sunshine suddenly flew through the blinds.
Confused, I twitched a little in my sleep.
I rolled over, and attempted to block the sunlight, but J wouldn't have it.
He took my pillow, and threw it across the floor.
When he wanted me up,
I was up.
No matter what.
I groaned.
Then I rolled over on my back, facing the ceiling.
“What exactly are we doing today that interrupts our sleeping?” I asked, quietly.
“We're having a party,” J said simply.
I immediately shot up.
“What?! Since when?!” I exclaimed.
“Since now. Now, go shower, and clean yourself up. You look horrible. And wear that cute, little, black dress, with red fishnets, and heels. You look fucking hot in those,” he demanded.
Not wanting any more blood shed, or bruises, I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
I stepped out of the freezing cold shower.
I've always hated taking warm/hot ones.
I got the fishnets on, and then the dress came.
I then put my makeup on, which consisted of back liquid eyeliner, black pencil eyeliner, mascara, red eyeshadow, and blush.
And then I left the bathroom, to try to find heels of some sort.
The moment I stepped out, his eyes were all over me.
I rolled my eyes a bit.
Men, goodness, I thought.
I walked to the closet, and bent over, trying to find my black heels.
In the process of searching for them, I suddenly felt something on my lower back.
Or should I say, someone.
His hands moved right for my waist.
He put his hands on my hips, and spun me around.
I felt a tingle of fear run through me.
But I wouldn't let him see.
He looked down at me, so I decided to look up.
His grabbed my butt, and firmly placed his hands there.
I looked up into his eyes, and saw pure lust.
I shuddered,
disgusted.
He leaned down, and tried to put his lips on mine, but I moved my head, so he only kissed my cheek.
He pulled away, and slapped me, on the same cheek as he did the night before.
I felt blood start to drip slowly from my lip.
He must've busted it open.
“Don't you ever fucking turn away from me. Ever!” he said, in a venomous whisper.
I slowly nodded, completely fearful now.
“Good,” he said.
He then smiled, his creepy, crooked smile.
“Well, sugar, are you gonna be good now?” he asked, playfully.
I just nodded.
It was best I didn't say much when he was in a fit.
Which means I didn't really talk much.
“Good,” he repeated, his smile never leaving his face.
He put his hands back on my waist, and leaned down.
The moment his lips met mine, I wanted to puke.
But I didn't want to miss out on anything tonight, and I definitely didn't want to get hurt more.
So I gave in, and put on my best acting skills.
I kissed him back.
He must've thought I enjoyed it, because then he slowly opened his mouth a bit.
I took this as a sign, so we started making out.
The entire time, I was praying to God that when I would open my eyes, he wouldn't be there.
I wished badly for it to be Dane.
But then I scolded myself.
I couldn't think about him.
Cause I could never have him.
I could never leave J.
I wouldn't ever leave him, purely out of terror.
I moved my arms and hands, so they weren't so awkwardly placed.
Plus, I'd rather him not get angry with me over something stupid.
So I placed one of my hands underneath his chin, pulling him towards me.
And I placed the other on the back of his head.
He moved one hand, and placed it under my dress, on my ass, which made me extremely uncomfortable.
He moved his other hand to the small of my back, pulling me in.
After a few minutes, he removed his hands, and put both of them on my ass.
I thought that this was a sign that he wanted to stop, so I, to my joy, stopped kissing him.
But J, on the other hand, had other plans.
He slowly started pulling my dress up, and over my head.
Once the piece of clothing was removed, his lips immediately attacked my neck.
He pulled my hair back, and then started kissing my neck.
I froze, uncertain of what to do.
It's not like these things hadn't happened already.
But still, knowing that he was going to take more and more innocence from me, made me extremely angry.
But I was helpless.
I couldn't do anything against him.
Otherwise,
the price I'd have to pay,
would be my life.
And something told me,
I shouldn't be that willing to give that away right now.
