I found myself laying across the couch with his arms wrapped around me and his face on mine as we watched a movie. The ac was blowing so we snuggled under covers. I started falling asleep slowly. He grabbed my hand and fumbled with it. "Wake up."
"I'm woke."
"You're falling asleep on me."
"I'm not... I'm sorry, I'm just comfortable." I admitted. He smiled and kissed my cheek. It was about to start getting dark. To be completely honest, I don't know how I feel. One minute I want him, the next minute I don't want him to touch me, then sometimes I want him to do dirty things to me. Right now I'm okay with him all hugged up on me, but within the next few minutes I will hate his presence. He got up and walked around the corner. I closed my eyes and got comfortable. I jumped when I heard a glass break.
"Where the fuck is it!" He yelled, walking in and grabbing a hold of my hair, yanking my head back to yell in my ear. "Where is it!"
I was bout ready to piss on myself. He hasn't yelled at me like that. I mean, he's yelled, but not like this, getting so physical. "Where is what!" I yelled back, trying not to tear up.
"Where is that fucking phone!" He asked.
"What phone?" I asked, now tearing up.
"You know what the fuck I'm talking about, don't play stupid, Jay. You bouta make me smack the shit out of you in just a minute." He started turning red slightly.
"I don't know!" I yelled, now crying."
He grabbed me and started walking me down the hallway to the closet.
"WAIT!" I threw myself on the floor which was no help because he started dragging me. My scalp stung and I felt a headache coming on. "Wait!" I screamed, fighting for him not to get me in there. "JACOB! fine! I'll tell you where it is!" I screamed and cried. He stopped.
"Where?" He asked calmly, letting me go and face palming. He looked like he was getting a headache as well. Bangs on the door caused the both of us to jump.
"OPEN UP! ITS THE POLICE! JAY! JAY, ARE YOU IN THERE?" A voice yelled as the police sirens went on and off. Jake looked at me coldly and grabbed his keys, running downstairs. The police managed to get into the house. They rushed over to me and picked me up, shining lights in my eyes.
"What was his name?" The female detective asked.
"I don't know..."
"How tall was he? His eye color? Skin color? Hair color?"
"I don't know. He wore pitch black contacts that covered his whole eye. He wore a white ski mask. I don't know" I answered.
"That's a nice necklace you got there. He buy you that after hitting you or something?" She asked.
"I got this from my grandma."
"Stop protecting him! You're safe here! He may have brainwashed you, but you do not love him." she said.
I fumbled with my fingers. "With all due respect, 'miss', I'm going to need you to fix your tone real quick cause' I'm not the fucking criminal here."
"You're not Jay, you're the victim of a kidnapping charge. What is it. Did he touch you 'the right way' or something? Does he make you feel 'special'? does he-"
"Can I go home now?" I asked.
"The same thing happened to me when I was your age. You think you love him Jay, but you don't." she said in a tone that made me feel some type of way.
I felt a tear run down my face. I wiped my cheek and got up, slamming the door behind me.
I was hugged by my mom. She held me and cried for what seemed like hours and asked me if I was okay, if I was raped and so on. She finally left me alone when I walked into my room and closed the door on her, leaning on the door. I sighed and laid my head on the door.
"What did I tell you, Jay."
I turned around to see Jacob sitting on my bed. He looked down and fumbled with his fingers. He cracked his knuckles.
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