Trapped

Chapter 3

Jessi's POV:

To days later, on Monday morning I made sure to get up before Jamison. I was not about to let another meal get cold. The images of last night, him smacking me hard and knocking me over flashed before my eyes as I raised my hand to my lip. It was still very sore. I rushed in to get my shower and get myself ready before he got up. He wasn't due to wake up for another hour. After my shower and I brushed my teeth and got dressed and went out to the kitchen. Shortly later I could hear him getting in the shower as well. That gives me just enough time to get him something to eat and it will still be warm. I fixed up some eggs and bacon for him. I put the toast in the toaster when I heard him get out of the bathroom to go change. I can do this, I can do this. I kept telling myself. As long as I do what he asks everything will be okay.

As he started to walk out of the bedroom I plated his plate and set it on the table. When he saw what I had done I couldn't read his expression. I was shaking almost trembling. I couldn't see what I had done for him to get mad. I stood there waiting for the next hit. Squeezing my eyes shut, I knew it was coming. I heard his steps get closer. I bit my lip in fear, tears started to form. His fingers under my jaw and lifted me to look up at him. I opened my eyes, still in fear of what he may do. A smile formed on his lips.

"Thank you, my love." He bent down and kissed my lips.

I flinched at the touch. The pressure hurt my swollen lip but he didn't let go. He forced his tongue into my mouth and took dominance over my tongue. His kiss was strong and rough, nowhere near what it used to be. It was his way of letting me know that he was still in control of me. He pulled away from my lips and rubbed my busted lip with his fingers looking at it.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart that I had to do that to you. You made me you know. This wouldn't have happened if you would have just been a good lover and made sure my meal was warm when I came home. I forgive you for what you have done, can you forgive me for this?" He was still rubbing my lip.

I was so confused, how was this my fault? It didn't make any sense to me. Telling me that I didn't forgive him was bound to get me another beating. I just nodded my head and whispered.

"I'm sorry for that. I forgive you." He reached and gave me a hug kissing the top of my head.

Oooo, that was still tender from him pulling my hair. I didn't realize that still hurt till he kissed me. I hadn't pulled my hair up since then.

Jamison walked over to the table and sat down. I poured his drink for him.

"Come, get yourself your plate as well, and have breakfast with me." He held his hand out to the other chair at the table.

I smiled and nodded grabbing myself a plate. I was so hungry. I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday. I can't imagine going this long without food is going to be good for me. I tried not to scarf the food down too quickly. I didn't want to let him know that I was starving and not happy with where my life was going.

When he got done he finished getting himself around for work and I got the dishes done. He was grabbing his jacket and getting ready to walk out the door when he turned around and looked at me.

"Make sure this apartment is clean when I get home and I expect a hot supper waiting for me as well." With that, he was out the door.

He didn't even give me a chance to answer him back. I was relieved, relieved that he was gone. Is this a bad thing that I am happy to see him gone? Shouldn't I miss him, shouldn't I want him to stay with me? So far this is nothing compared to my parent's relationship. My parents! I almost forgot I want to give them a call. I haven't talked to them in over a day and I already miss them.

I looked around the house trying to find one of the phones and when I found one in the bedroom I almost ran to it. I couldn't wait to talk to my mom. I picked up the phone and started dialing before I even heard the dial tone was different. The phone went directly to a recording,

"This line is not set up for outside calls. Please try back again later." It automatically hung up.

Not set up for outside calls? What does that mean? How can I not make a phone call? I ran to the living room and grabbed that one and tried their number again. The same recording came on. I don't understand what this is. Why wouldn't he let me call out?

I slowly put the phone back down on the receiver and sat down on the chair. I was shocked. I couldn't think straight and was so confused. Nothing about what has happened in the last 24 hours is making any sense to me.

After sitting there for about 30 minutes, not able to do anything, couldn't cry, nothing, I finally got up and decided to start cleaning. I didn't have any time to do any of it last night and it was a nasty place to live. I got out all the cleaning supplies and started to clean everything. I wiped down the cabinets and cleaned the bathroom. I even scrubbed the walls. Whatever this smell is in here I have got to get rid of it. It's going to drive me nuts!

I spent so much time cleaning I didn't even realize what time it was until there was a honk outside and it snapped me out of my cleaning frenzy. I shot a look at the clock and my eyes went wide. Jamison is going to be home in 30 minutes! I've got to get started on the food. I can not, for the life of me, be late on supper again. The time is running out and I'm rushing to get it finished. I look at the time and see that my time is up and he is going to be walking in the door any second. I check the temperature of the food and watch the temperature go up. Please, please be done. Please! I start to hear footsteps down the hall outside the door. He's coming! Please be done!. I was screaming at myself in my head. As soon as the door starts to open the temperature comes to temp. I had a sense of relief.

I start to set the table as he is walking in the door.

"Good evening sweetheart! Hmmm, the food smells good!" He seemed to be in a good mood.

He had a smile on his face and he seemed pleased with the way the meal smelled. He even got a larger grin on his face when he saw me putting the food out on the table and plating his plate for him. He took his jacket off and walked over to the table and sat down. I poured his drink and sat down in my chair.

"This looks really good."

"Thank you." Was about all I could say.

I was scared to say anything. Anything could set him off and change this wonderful mood he seems to be in. He immediately started to eat. I waited until he seemed content with his food before I started in on mine. It was pretty good. I may not be a bad cook after all. I found a cooking channel today that I liked to watch. They seemed to have a lot of good recipes that we should try. I may need to go to the store tomorrow while he is at work and get the ingredients.

After he was done, even though I still had food on my plate I got up quickly to get his plate. I cleared the table and dumped the remaining food from my plate in the trash. Made sure I got all the dishes washed and wiped down the table. The entire time I was cleaning up he was on the couch watching TV and playing on his phone. I wanted to ask about not being able to dial out on the phones. I wasn't sure if maybe they just were not working right. He would understand my concern I'm sure.

"J-Jamison?" I wanted to make sure it was okay to talk before I just started in.

"Yes, sweetheart? What is it you need?" He looked up, softness in his eyes.

Just the way I remembered him. His loving, caring self that I fell in love with is still in there!

"I.....I think that .....um maybe there is.....ah......"

"Spit it out already, I don't have all night!" The look in his eyes started to change.

Oh dear, maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. My hands started to get sweaty and my body started to shake.

" I...I think the phones don't....um......work...."

"What do you mean they don't work?" He started to stand up and I instinctively took a step back.

I didn't want to be in his way. He walked over to the phone and picked it up. He turned to his cell phone and dialed it. The phone rang.

"Looks to be working fine to me?" He put the phone back on the receiver.

He didn't seem upset about me asking so I quickly mentioned it.

"I tried to call my mom today but it....a......said it couldn't call out. Something about not set up for outside calls?" He didn't look surprised at this at all. Almost as if he already knew this.

"I had it set up that way on purpose. You have no need to call anyone and I sure the hell am not going to allow you to call some boy!" His face changed quickly.

I knew this was the end of this conversation and I needed to drop it. I can not get him angry and he's almost there. I stepped back some more trying to give myself some more distance between us. I did not want to be within arm's length of him just in case he was to swing at me again.

"O-okay, that's f-fine. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't b-broke"

With that, he was already walking towards me. I started to back up. I have no idea what I had done this time. I just kept backing up till I couldn't anymore. My back was up against the wall. He kept walking towards me. He got so close to me that I could feel his hot breath, and smell his cologne which is no longer smelling very good to me anymore at all. Not like it used to. He put both hands on the wall above me one on each side of me and leaned into me. I never felt so small as I did right now. He looked to be three inches taller and put so much fright into me. My eyes were wide and started to tear up. I waited, I know it was about to come. I closed my eyes. I did not want to see it coming.

I felt lips on my neck. Was he kissing me? I slowly started to open my eyes. He had leaned down and started to kiss my neck. He was doing it softly and not rough. The soft kisses started to ignite something in me. I felt the heat. I felt.....aroused. How could I be getting aroused by this after all that he is done to me? I shouldn't be feeling like this. My body is betraying me and all my nerve endings are going crazy. His kisses traveled to my collarbone. I raised my head and a moan escaped my lips. One of his hands came off of the wall and was on my waist, traveling upward till it reached my breast. He started to squeeze it. My hands instinctively went behind his neck and latched on to his hair. This felt good. I missed this. Making out like this used to be a daily thing. I was starting to think intimacy wasn't going to happen anymore, at least not be enjoyable anyway.

He lifted his head just enough to blow on my neck, sending tingles down my body. I squeezed his hair tighter. He pressed up against me and I could feel his bulge in my stomach. I do still excite him! He does still want me! This made me feel so good inside. Part of me wanted him inside of me but then flashes of him the first time we did it ran through my head all over again. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me in close. He trailed his mouth back up to mine and started to suck on my lip. It still hurt a little but not too bad. I was able to ignore the feeling it sent me. He went in for the kiss. A soft kiss, the ones I like. I kissed him back and put my tongue into his mouth this time. Things were really starting to get heated when I heard his cell phone start ringing.

No time at all he left me. Left me standing there, wanting more. Wanting him. I watched as he walked to his phone and answered it. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, had a little bit of saliva on myself from that kiss, and started to walk back to clean the kitchen. I could hear him getting angry on the phone. Whoever it was, was making him really mad. I didn't want to stick around for this so I went into the bedroom to fold the laundry that I had done earlier today. I could still hear him through the door. Now he was starting to scream at them. I was no longer feeling safe here and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't imagine he would do anything to me. What was happening on the other end of the phone call had nothing to do with me.

Silence. Silence happened on the other side of the door and suddenly, I heard footsteps. They were moving quickly. I dropped the laundry and went into the bathroom and locked the door. I started the shower quickly to make it look like I was taking a shower. Pounding on the door startled me while I was standing there staring at the door.

"Jessi! Jessi, let me in there!"

He was not happy and his voice was angry. Angry at who? I do not know. I was not about to open the door. He continued to pound on it and yell through the door. I refused to open it.

The pounding eventually stopped and I could hear him walking away. Why would he be mad at me? I didn't do anything and we were just having a heated moment with love and lust. I decided I was going to take a shower. I already had the water on and I was certain he wasn't going to come in. I took one of the longest showers I've ever taken. I didn't want to come out of the room too early.

Once I was done I got out, brushed my teeth, and dried my hair with the towel. I didn't want to use the blower in case he was asleep and I didn't want to wake him. I waited. I waited until I knew I didn't hear him moving around. I waited long after I knew he wasn't moving around. I wanted to make sure he was asleep. I slowly opened the door and peeked out. He was in bed, snoring just a little. He was asleep. I slowly walked over to put on some pajamas and carefully, quietly crawled into bed. I was so tired. Sleep came to me rather quickly tonight.