Trapped

Chapter 2

Jessi's POV:

A cool breeze blew through the open window. It was never closed after Jamison left the night before. It sent a shiver down my body as I start to wake. My eyes are sealed shut from the dried-up tears. I start to rub my eyes to wipe the crust off of them so I can open my eyes. It's still dark out. The clock shows 3 in the morning. My throat feels dry and I have an awful taste in my mouth. I go to get up, completely forgetting what I had done last night, and sat back down quickly. I feel so sore. I have a headache from the pulling of my hair and it hurts to sit. I put my face into my hands. What happened last night? Why did he seem like a different person? He was so caring at first, took it easy, and then BAM! He turned into a monster.

I decided I probably should go brush my teeth and wash my face and get into some pajamas. I didn't do any of that last night. I fell asleep crying, naked, wrapped in my towel. I'm so glad my mom never came in to check on me. She probably would have woke me up to take my temperature to make sure I was feeling okay. I look in the mirror, my light brown hair looks like a rat's nest. My green eyes are puffy and red from all the crying. I look ages older. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face and walked back into my room to change. My skin shivers as I rub my hands over my arms. That window needs to get closed. After I get changed I crawl back into bed and wrap myself up tight under my blankets. Sleep didn't take long to take over.

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The next morning, I get up to head downstairs for some breakfast. I can hear my parents in the kitchen. They sound happy. I can hear my dad teasing my mom with what sounds like kisses on her neck. He's always been such a romantic. I hope my future husband will be like that. Care for me as much as my dad does for my mom. He would do anything for her and she would do the same for him.

The smell of bacon and eggs catches my nose as I get closer to the kitchen. It smells so good and it's making my mouth water. I walk in and sit on the barstool watching them. A smile on my face. They look so much in love even after all this time.

"Good morning sweetheart! I hope you slept well. I am making you some bacon and eggs for breakfast for your birthday. I know it was yesterday but today is Saturday and I wanted to do something special for you." My mom spoke while turning the bacon over to cook the other side.

"It smells so good mom, you know bacon is my favorite for breakfast. Thank you." I said with a smile.

I don't want to let on in any way about what happened last night. For one, I would be so embarrassed for her to find out I lost my virginity let alone the things that he did to me last night. So embarrassing. I quickly remove those thoughts and go back to the smell of the bacon.

Mom walks over with my plate with bacon, eggs, and a side of toast. She then gets some orange juice from the fridge for me to go with my breakfast. I felt so hungry! Felt like I hadn't eaten in days. I started eating and didn't notice that they were watching me.

"What?" Was all that came out of my mouth while I was putting the last piece of bacon in.

"Nothing, just you are eating like you haven't eaten in days. You feeling okay?" She had a concerned look on her face.

"I'm sure she's fine hun. Why don't we go to town and let her enjoy her breakfast? I got a few things I would like to get done and would like some company." My dad said putting a kiss on her temple.

Mom came over and gave me a hug before they headed out.

"Happy birthday sweetheart. We love you," She told me.

"Love you too, mom," I called out as they were walking out the door.

My day seems to be getting better. My soreness is going away and it doesn't hurt as much to go pee anymore. I pull my bedding off of my bed to take into the bathroom to try to get some of the bloodstains off of them. I want this cleaned up as soon as I can before my mom washes the linens. I almost got the stain out when I hear footsteps walk into my room. Who would be here? My parents just left about a half-hour ago. They wouldn't be back yet.

I start to walk slowly to the door to peek out. It was Jamison! Why is he here? I realized I forgot to lock the front door after my parents left. I've never been one to leave the door unlocked when no one was home. I've watched too many scary movies I guess. Never makes me feel safe.

"Hi, my love!" Jamison looks at me standing in the doorway and smiles.

He seems rather happy this morning.

"You look so beautiful today. How do you feel?" He sounded quite concerned and his voice sounded like it always had, full of love and care.

I walked out of the bathroom to him and gave him a hug. I don't know why but I missed him. I feel this strong connection to him. I don't know if it is because I gave him my virginity and feel like we are one or what it is but I missed him. I hugged him long and tight, smelling his cologne and feeling his warmth, and relaxing to the sound of his heartbeat.

"Are you okay?" He asks taking his hand and tilting my head up to him.

"I just missed you." He reached down to my lips and gave me a kiss.

A soft kiss. It sent my emotions all over the place and I reached up and put my arms around his neck. Lacing my fingers in his hair. He pulled away panting.

"I came over to see if you need help with getting any of your belongings packed. My apartment is so bare without you. I also have a dinner date with you planned for tonight, as well, so we need to get going so we have enough time to get settled in."

"What about my parents? I haven't told them anything about moving out."

I never said anything to them because I thought he didn't mean it. Maybe he would forget that he told me right before he went out the window. The feeling of uncertainty swept over me and the look in my eyes told it all to him.

"Don't worry my love, I've already spoken with your parents. They were walking out to their car this morning when I pulled in and they are okay with us moving in together. They know I will take care of you and love you."

Do my parents really feel okay about this? He looked so caring and loving. Maybe what happened last night was just a fluke and that he's not like that. He's never shown any type of dominance in the last 8 months that we have been together, only love. I do love him with all of my heart and want to spend the rest of my life with him.

"What all will I need? I forgot all about this." I said as I started going through my drawers.

The biggest smile was on my face and I felt almost excited. Maybe I was just getting cold feet last night when he said something and I thought he demanded me to move in with him when in reality he was actually just asking. I started to shake out of excitement running my hands through the clothes trying to decide what all I wanted to take with me when I felt hands on my waist and his hot breath on my neck. He started kissing me, trailing his tongue on my neck. I tilted my head back and a moan crept out. That felt so good! I reached up behind me to grab his neck and put my fingers in his hair. His hand started to trail up my shirt across my rib cage. I completely forgot I wasn't wearing a bra when I felt his fingers under my shirt and started to caress my breast and rub my n****e. I whipped around to face him. A smile was on his face. All I thought about was how I will be spending the rest of my life with this handsome man.

I can't wait to start this new adventure with him. Start my life with him in a new place.

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The drive to his apartment was about 45 minutes from my parent's house. They were in the suburbs and we were headed to the other side of town. Being this far from my parents made me start to feel homesick and we aren't even in the new place yet.

"This is a little far from mom and dad. I don't know about being this far away." I said with a little worry on my face.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we will visit them all of the time." He looked at me and smiled then looked back to the road.

He seemed happy with how things are going. This isn't going to be too bad. He did say that we will visit them often and that we will make sure we invite them over and was sure that we would make friends.

We finally got to the apartment. It wasn't too bad. It wasn't on the best side of town either. We walked in and I looked around. It had a smell to it, I couldn't place what the smell was but it was definitely there. I will have to get air fresheners or something in here to help mask that smell. My nose crinkled a bit to it in disgust. It was a small place, the carpeting was stained and there were cracks in the wall. Over by the living room area, I assume that's the living room, there looks to be some plaster falling off the wall.

"So? What do you think?" He had a smile on his face as he was looking around the rooms.

He looked proud, proud to have his own place.

"I-uh....it looks....um....." I started to trail off as I was looking around.

Not even looking at where he was or what he was doing. The next thing I know a sharp pain went through my head and my body was falling to the ground. He came up and kicked me in the stomach and I heaved into a fetal position.

"Is that how you are going to act when I get you a new place! Disrespect me!" He yelled with such anger in his voice.

Disrespect him? What did I do? I was so confused and didn't think that I had disrespected him. This took me completely by surprise. What is going on? I just lay there, with my hands on my head trying to protect myself. I started to cry a little. It really hurt. I didn't say anything back to him. I didn't want to upset him more than he already was. I just laid there until I heard his footsteps walk away.

I started to get up but when I did my head really hurt. I grabbed my suitcase along with a few of his items and walked into what I thought was the bedroom. It had a bed in it already. It was a metal frame bed with dingy-looking blankets. I started to hang the clothes in the closet and took the bathroom items in to put them away.

I stayed fairly silent the rest of the evening. I cooked us a small supper, something easy. I'm not used to cooking. My mom always did all the cooking for me. I set the table and waited. Jamison wasn't home. He said he was going to the store to get a few things and then would be back. He came home about 30 minutes later, the food was cold and I was starving. I was waiting for him to get back before I started eating. He put the items on the counter along with a pack of beer. I never knew he liked beer. He's old enough to buy it, he will be 25 this year I just never seen him drink it before.

He walked over to the table and sat down. He started to eat the food I had plated and when he took the first bite he slammed the fork down on the table. It startled me to where I about dropped my glass.

"Why is my food cold?" He looked at me, glaring into my soul.

I haven't seen him look like this before. I started to shake in fear. I didn't know what to say to him. Scared that I would say the wrong thing.

"Well, I uh I had it ready thinking y-you would be back sooner......I" He cut me off when he stood up abruptly and walked over to me.

His eyes were dark in color. Not the usual blue that I am used to. I put my glass down, unsure of what was going to happen. My eyes widened when I saw his left hand raised over his right shoulder. I was going to put my hands up to block but I was too slow. His hand came so fast and so hard to the left side of my face. He hit me so hard that I flew back in my chair causing it to tip and I fell onto the floor.

"Don't ever serve me cold food again!" He yelled.

"I'm s-s-sorry." I was trembling.

My lip was burning and I could feel it start to swell.

"I-I will get y-you something new made."

I quickly went into the kitchen and started to make something new. He waited at the table for his meal. I was shaking, tears were running down my face. I got it to him as quickly as I could. Clearing the previous plates and food that was on the table and took them to the kitchen to dispose of them and clean them up at the sink. I waited till he was done and then went to get his plate to clear it off. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed it tightly.

"Next time, you make sure this is done when I get home and you will eat with me." He glared up at me, still squeezing my wrist.

I could feel my hand start to go numb. All I could do was nod.

"Yes sir." Was all that I could say.

After I cleared the dishes and washed up the kitchen I went into the bathroom. After I peed I went to wash my hands and that's when I saw my lip. He had busted my lip open and I had some dried blood on my chin. My lip was swollen and a bruise was starting to form next to my mouth. I lightly touched it, my hand shaking in the process. Tears started to fill up my eyes and run down my face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, this isn't me. That girl in the mirror isn't me.