I lay awake, listening out for any tiny sound made in preparation for the usual goodnight routine.The clock read 10.28pm,i could never sleep when i knew my father,Simon,wasn't back and a sleep himself,even if i tried my mind wouldn't let me,it would just play back all the other nights me and Simon spent together and it sending shivers down my spine.

I heard the front door slam shut,forcing me out from my nightmare day dream and into my nightmare reality and my eyes dart to the clock that said it was 10.30pm,just like him,being spot on.My hearing heightened as i listened closely to his movements downstairs,hoping that he would just shuffle up the steps and into his room to sleep off his drunken state.But i'm not that lucky,God has never looked down on me any other time I've been in the depths of hell so i don't know why he would help me now.

I heard the floor boars start to creak and i froze, holding my breath so that no sound can escape.He finally reaches the top of what seemed like minutes or hours of ascending the stairs until i see the light vanish from under the door,i knew he was standing outside and a tear escapes my eye,burning my checks and i slam my eyes shut thinking i could make everything and everyone vanish and leave me alone.The door knob starts to turn and i quietly whisper a prayer under my breath as fear and panic pump through my veins and i could feel by heart pound against my ribcage,surprised that it didn't break from the pounding.

Light started to fill the room from the hall way and although my eyes were shut i could sense him standing there.After a movement i heard his footsteps on my bedroom floor as he moved closer to my bed and my hands started to clench into a tight fist,cutting the skin on my palm and blood trickling onto the bed sheets. He loomed over me as he slowly leaned down and crushed me under his muscular body, thanks to his countless hours spent at the gym, if he wasn't beating me he was beating a punch bag. I felt his hand slide up my legs and i couldn't keep my breath in anymore and began to whimper as more burning tears streamed down my cheeks.I don't try to fight him anymore,fighting only make it worse and prolong the torture as he pounded into my innocence.

"Please" i had whispered, unaware of my mouth being able to move without my command."I don't ... please don't" i begged and begged hoping that tonight he would act like a normal, caring father and tuck me in and kiss me goodnight then leave to sleep on his own.Before another word could escape he had tightly gripped my mouth,his nails deepening into my cheeks mixing the blood with my tears as my screams became muted moans.

I don't remember what time i had passed out,but i was grateful that i didn't have to witness the events of last night through till the end.I sat up to turn my alarm off and winced, it felt as though an elephant was sitting on my stomach.I lifted up my top and saw the reminders of last night, my slender waist covered in bruises making my stomach black,red and blue.Struggling through the pain i turned off the alarm that was telling me it's 6.30am and i need to get a ready for another day at school.

I staggered out of bed,stumbling past my discarded covers,pants and underwear to the small bathroom next to my wardrobe.My hand froze as i reached for the door handle as an unfamiliar person looked back at me in the corner of my eye,it was my reflection.My averages looks where drowned by abuse of last night,cheeks red from the possible slapping that might of occurred once i passed out and a little scab on my defined jaw from Simon's deep grasp on my mouth. My voluptuous pink lips a little puffy from the vicious kissing, then my light emerald eyes, what i think my best feature usually pretty and far too big for my slender but curvy, 5ft5 body.They were swollen and red from the overflow of tears i had cried, both awake and unconscious.I shook my head to bring myself back to reality and focus on getting to school.

I got out of the shower and started on covering up marks.Although the situation wasn't ideal i was happy that Simon has learned to only harm me in places that i can cover up,even if i don't want him to touch any part of me at all!!As I searched through my wardrobe i took out matching black underwear,short denim shorts with tights and black tank top. I brushed and curled my hair then focused on applying concealer to cover up the marks on my face and a little mascara.Unless i had to cover up the abuse i never really wore much make up,i had naturally clear and pretty face. Not like i'm vain,just the countless stairs and wolf whistles i would receive off fellow classmates confirmed this.I finished by putting on my leather jacket,making sure my bruised wrists were covered also.

As i make my way to last period English,thought of before my nightmare life popped into my head and how things used to be happy, well that was before the accident.6 years ago when I was 11,it was a normal Saturday for the Wilson family.Me and my mum Linda were making our way to the supermarket for food supplies.I remember laughing so hard at my mum singing to the radio in a funny voice and shaking her head around.I awed how she looked and wished that i would grow up to have her big,deep emerald eyes,voluptuous lips that were lit up with a constant smile and sun kissed skin like hers.Although I've been told constantly by Simon that i look just like her,my smile could never be as joyful and genuine as hers.I only looked out the window for a moment to view the beautifully blossomed daisies planted alongside the road,thinking about plucking some for my mum because they are our favourite flower when a sudden screech from the tires made my head pop to my mother furiously trying to keep control of the steering wheel.The only time I've ever seen her without joy and happiness on her face,as it was replaced by fear and concentration.A split second before we crashed into the upcoming van I felt the pressure on my head,it was my mother's body blanketing me,saving me from the danger of the collision.

The first bell rang,signaling students to make their way to class.I like to get to class early so that i don't give people the chance to stair and analyse me.I feel as through their stairs could penetrate my protective layer of anger and cockiness and see the scars from 6 years of abuse by a man that should love and cherish me.I open the door to reveal an empty classroom,with the cliche English Shakespeare posters on the wall and dirty white board behind Mr.Schofield's organised desk. Mr.Schofield was my favourite teacher,but that was mostly due to the fact that i loved English and he let us sit wherever we wanted.

I walked to the back of the room and sat in the corner and began to dig out my books for the lesson.Students began to fill the room shortly after,followed by our teacher and the bell to signal tat class was starting.I had began to make notes when the volume of gossip and chatting increased,stopping the teacher from continuing the lesson and all eyes where are the door way.My eyes darted over to the sexy man entering the room,making me uncontrollably bite my lip to keep back the lust to jump at him.His long toned body almost filled to door way.He wore a tight plain black top,highlighting his sweet chiseled muscles that hid beneath and wore sexy faded jeans that were slightly slouched on his waste.

My eyes drifted up to his head and my lip pulsed with pain as i bit harder.His short,yet scuffed brown hair looked as through it had been styled just for him and stopped above his eyes.This made his deep blue eyes scream for attention and i felt as though i was getting lost in them.My daydream was soon rudely interrupted when a few girls let out a tight high pitch scream,making him react by reveling his perfect white pearled teeth smile,making me want to swoon at the sight of it.

"Thank you for finally joining us Mr.Edwards,please take a seat"Mr Schofield ordered

"just Jack's fine,Mr.S" Jack replied,fully intending on acting like stuck up snob as he answered back,only making Mr.Schofield chuckle and continue to write on the board.

Jack was the captain of the football team,instantly making him the king of school,and the girl staring at him from across the class room his queen,Claire.She was the prettiest girl in all of the school;however that crown was mostly due to the mini outfits she wore,her bleach blond hair,light blue eyes and generous curves.Jack was known as a player and never committed to anyone,but Claire was determined to train him by permanently being attached to his arm.I instantly coughed and forced my head down,i knew that the only seat left available was next to me and i was now in for a bumpy semester.

The bell rang and i took my time with packing away my belongings,i bent down to retrieve my bag and forced everything in while i had my back to to Jack and Claire. "let's go babes"Claire demanded in her put on,'cute'baby voice.

"babes?Erm no...you go ahead today i think...i'm a ...go work out tonight"Jack finally said,i could clearly tell he was lying so i giggled,liking how not everyone swooned at the sight of Claire like she thought they did.I turned to find only myself and Jack left in the classroom.

"Hay"he said in his seductive deep voice.I swallowed hard and froze in my tracks,this couldn't be good.

-Jack's P.O.V-

Finally the bell rang for the end of lesson and the girl i had spotted biting her lips whilst staring up at me through her eyelashes got up to pack away.

"Let's go babes"she asked,but i was paying no attention.My eyes kept wondering to the girl from the desk next to mine.

"babes?Erm no...you go ahead today i think...i'm a ...go work out tonight"I had to make a lie up,and it wasn't helping that the mysterious girl was fixing her shorts that had ridden up slightly when she had bent down and to top it off she let out a giggle sending me over the edge.Once Claire had left the room i lent against my desk and waited for mystery girl to turn around.

"Hay"She spotted me and froze where she stood.At first I was confused but now i was sure that i could see fear in her eyes.She swallowed hard and suddenly i was filled with sadness and sympathy,all i wanted to do was embrace her in a tight hug and reassure her that everything was ok,i want to protect her.I had never felt this way about any girl before,i had to know who she was.

"My names Jack and you are?"I extended my hand but she just looked at it as if she was learning about human interaction for the first time.My eyebrows pushed together as emotion swept through me.She turned her head away and finally spoke.

"Emma and i know who you are"before i could register a response she was already making her way out the door.I followed her out calling her name,but when she didn't respond i grabbed her wrist.I saw her whole body tense up and wince just at the touch of my hand.She gaped at me,tears filling her eyes, a response i would expect if i had just stabbed her.Pain started to pump through my body the more i looked into her eyes,the more i saw her vulnerability and desire to cage her in my arms was at its strongest.

"GET OFF ME!"she screamed,piercing through the quiet empty halls.I quickly released my grip and held my hands up in a defensive response.

-Emma's P.O.V-

As i exited the class room to get away from Jack as quickly as possible,he kept calling my name.I didn't know what game he was playing so i just ignored him.I was abruptly stopped hen i felt a strong grip around my wrist.I shot my glance at Jack but all i could see was images of Simon and tears started to build up in my eyes.

"GET OFF ME!"I screamed,filling the halls.He quickly released me and lifted his hands into a defensive position in the air to which i took opportunity to turn and try to escape without anything else being said or done.

"Wait!"he shouted as he ran in front of me,blocking the exit to the stairs with his God like muscular body.

"what do you want?"i asked irritated my his keenness and my annoyingly inappropriate lust for him.

"Emma,as in Emma Wilson?"My eyes shot from the floor to his as anger and fear filled my body,how did he know my name.

"H..how d..do you know my name?"i stuttered still in shock.His eyebrows pushed together deeper as if he was confused about my question.

"I am failing English and was told to ask someone to help tutor me,they told me about you."He gave a gentle smile and again i had to bite my lip to resist him.To resist pushing my hand through his hair.His smile grew wider from my satisfaction of my blushing that had spread across my face.

"No,find someone else"i snapped back at him.Angry for my body giving in to his looks.I didn't like him,i can't like him,for my protection and his. Realisation sets in and my eyes dart to the closest clock that read 4.20pm,the walk home takes 30 minutes from here and Simon was home at 5.00pm.I knew i wasn't going to make it at this rate.My heart started to race,may palms became sweaty and my throat was dry.

-Jack's P.O.V-

"I am failing English and was told to ask someone to help tutor me,they told me about you"

I could see anger in her eyes,but that only added petrol to the fire.I wanted her,i needed her.Clearing my throat i gave her a gentle smile.I looked at her only to see the fear and panic i had once saw,but never want to see her make ever again,it pained me.She was looking at clock,was she going to be late for something?

"You ok?"I asked. It took a while for her to snap out of her state panic and shoot her head to meet mine.

"No,i..i need to b..be somewhere and i'm going to be late so please leave me alone!!" She whispered,barely able to make its way to my ears.I knew i had to help her out,i never wanted to see the pain again.

"If you say yes to tutoring me,i could give you a lift and you'll be wherever in 10 minutes"Her eyes went soft as she thought about my offer.

"Ok,let me just go to the toilet first."I was surprised at her sudden agreement,but more so at the fake smile she thought would trick me.

-Emma's P.O.V-

"Ok,let me just go to the toilet first."I whispered,i knew i had to say something otherwise he would never let me go and later i was,the more i would be beaten by Simon's fist waiting for me at home.I swerved past him and through the doors.I turned the corner so he was now out of view and passed the toilets and i made a break for the doors to my freedom.

When Simon was home for 5.00pm,i had to make sure i got home to start making dinner for him.Only once i have been late before and that was when he snapped and the first time hitting wasn't just enough.

(past)

i barged through the front door,aware that i was late by an hour and hadn't told Simon that i joined the English poetry club.I could escape from my horrible life with poetry and it made me feel safe.

As soon as i had shut the front door behind me a strong hand circled around my 14 year old throat and had pushed my back up against the door.His 6ft2,muscular body loomed over me,covering me with his shadow,hiding his more than average looks in dark.I always thought he could remarry because of the way he looked,and maybe then he would be happy and love me again.He leaned down till his lips were touching my ears.I flinched at the touch but his grasp on my neck only got tighter.

"Where were you? Where you out with a boy?"He whispered into my ear,but as the shiver made its way down my spine i thought that really,he wanted to shout it.I couldn't answer him,this was the first time he had ever talked to me like this,he was too close.

"ANSWER ME!"he was now shouting and i flinched,squeezing my eyes shut from fear and panic of what was going to happen next.

"N..no i..i was at school.."I finally found my voice.

"LIAR!"He had now moved his face only inches from mine.

"No,i..."before i could defend myself he had harshly forced his lips onto mine.One of his hands started to slowly slide up and down my arm.

"No i don't...owww!"he had punched me right in the stomach and i slide down, clutching my stomach.

"GET UP"he shouted as he grabbed my hair,pulling me to my feet making my stomach hurt all over again.His grasp was now hard on my arms as he pulled me to his lips,they were cold and hard,not what i was expecting my first kiss to be like.

We were gratefully separated by the sound of the house phone echoing throughout the house.He backed away,i was trying to grab as much air as i could to fill my lungs as he looked me up and down then looked to the direction of ringing."Stay here!"he ordered,i didn't think i could move.My feet were grounded into the floor as what had just happened haunted me.

Now was my only chance for freedom.I begged my legs to start moving and i headed for the stairs,hearing Simon slam the phone down and his footsteps getting closer into the room.As i reached the landing.Simon had already started on running full speed up the stairs."STOP EMMA!"He demanded,now the angriest i had ever seen him.

I ran into my room at the end of the hall and slammed the door shut,hoping that the lock could keep him out.I crawled into the corner,hugging my legs to my chest as hot tears streamed down my cheeks as hard knocks banged against my door.As i looked up from my knees at the door burst open,reveling Simon searching the room.

Once our eyes met he glared at me with hatred "You spoiled little brat,you killed my wife and then treat your father this way!"he said as he stormed over to me.He viciously grabbed my arms pulling me up.I turned my head,but only for it to be met by his hand as it collided with my right cheek.

He threw me on my bed so easily,trapping me by holding both my hands in his right hand above my head whilst he ripped my clothes with his other hand.With limited movements i could only wriggle my body to protest but it was no use as i laid under him naked,tears blurred my vision but i could tell that he want to rape me,his own daughter.

I had let out a scream,kicked his feet and tried pushing his hands away but nothing worked,he just kept on raping me.It was so painful,but i couldn't do anything about it.

After he's done,he collapsed on top of me for a short while to get his breath back before staggering off my bed and down the hall to his own room.I laid there,curled up in blood and tears wishing that it would never happen again.That night Simon Wilson had raped me again but it was by no means the last time.

(Present)

I am brought back to reality when i heard a car horn right next to me.I stop walking and turned to face the car as the widow rolled down revealing Jacks smug face.

"I thought you wanted to go to toilet?"He questioned.

"Oh,i meant the one at home.."i gave a sarcastic smile,but he replied with a genuine smile.

"Even through that was a fake smile,its the only smile I've seen on your face.You should smile more often,you look hot"I blushed and it coloured my face red.He had just complimented me! I didn't know how to respond other than to put up a barrier of cockiness.

"I smile all the time,just not when i'm with you!Its funny how that works,isn't it"I resumed my fast pace walking,now only 10 minutes left to make what should be 20 minutes left till my house.

"owch,that hurt! I'll forgive you if you let me drive you home.Its the least i could do,it is my fault you're going to be late."He stopped the car,just as i had stopped walking.

I closed my eyes for a second,taking in a deep breath through my nose and out through my mouth.I knew he could get me home on time so i opened my eyes."fine,but this doesn't mean i'm going to tutor you!"I pointed my finger at him,to which he laughed as he unlocked the passenger door.I looked at him once more before climbing into his black Mazda CX-5.

He put his hands up in a defensive way,"no no no,just giving my friend a lift to home" He smiled his too over confident smile.

"We're not friends"I said dryly.

"why?"

"I don't want any friends"I took a big breath in and closed my eyes"I just want to be left alone"I opened my eyes and stared out the window.Since my father started to abuse me,i separated myself from my friends and never made any new ones.I couldn't let anyone in close enough to see my scars or to find out what Simon was doing to me or i could be in for a worse fate.

“Well that’s tough because we’re now friends!” I shot my head to face his. He lifted his hand and I tensed my body, gasped and shut my eyes ready for the pain. After a while I opened my eyes and let out the breath I was holding. I realised that he wasn’t going to hit me, he only wanted to shake my hand. “Hi, I’m Jack Edwards.”

I looked up at his flawless, model like face to see it pained with confusion and pain from reaction to his hand, unable to face the pain in his eyes I could only look at his hand, fear still pumping through my veins.

When he knew I wasn’t going to shake his hand he brushed it through his rough hair and back on the steering wheel and pulled back out onto the road.

“East or west?” He asked the ultimate question, this is what divided the school from the popular to the geeks. The west was home to some of the grandest houses, enough to sleep a large family and all the staff, something I have only ever had chance of seeing once, when I was younger. Then there was where I lived, the south east. The east was home to some of the poorest, but the south east was worse! If there was a shooting, drug dealer or murder, it was happening in the south east. No place like home eh!

“erm..” I cleared my throat “east…south east” He looked at me shocked, swallowed deep then smiled his prince charming smile.

“This is me” I whispered, as we pulled up across the road from my small, run down house. Looking over at the clock on the dash board it read 4.55 pm. I had made it in time, maybe tonight I won’t get beaten as hard. I leaned over to open the door. My heart sank, “Unlock the door!” he smiled his arrogant smile at me, but I didn’t have time for this. “UNLOCK THE DOOR!”

“No, first agree to tutor me”

“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!” I had now tried the door handle several times, frantically trying to get out the metal cage he had locked us both in. I was starting to hyperventilate as images of what could happen flash in my mind.

“Why?” He asked puzzled to know why I have to be home precisely. We sat silent for a while. My gaze now focused on the car driving down the road and pulling into my drive way. I was too late, Simon was home. My eyes followed him as he got out the car and into the house. It would be about now he was realising I wasn’t there. A tear shot down my cheek as I thought about what he was going to do to me.

My phone started to ring nonstop, one call after the other all reading Simon as the caller ID. Now my tears fell faster, more uncontrollable. “What’s wrong? Don’t cry! I was only playing with you” he leaned to touch me on the shoulder, but I only tensed and clutched the car seat tightly making my knuckles white.

“Please… please let me out” I whimpered and before he could touch me he unlocked the doors. I pulled the handle and pushed the door open. I basically ran to the front door, but before I could unlock it, the door had swung open and I had fallen inside.

“I’m sorry … I’m so sorry I’m late!” I frantically tried to apologise but it was no use, he was dragging me up the stairs to my room by my hair. He threw me on my bed and trapped me under his grasp on my throat. “WHO WAS THAT IN THE CAR?” I couldn’t answer, there was no air getting to my lungs. “ANSWER ME !”

“No … no one”

“LIAR! I TOLD YOU I AM THE ONLY MAN YOU CAN EVER LOVE! I HAVE PROVEN THIS TO YOU BEFORE!”

“No” I tried to breath in “I tutor him in English.. ask.. my teacher” My face started to turn red and my eyes were going blurry, I knew if he didn’t take his hand off me I would pass out. He pealed his hand away from my throat and grabbed my wrist. I tried to let in as much oxygen in as I could but every breath burned as it went to my lungs, but I couldn’t get enough.

“I’ll call your teacher in the morning and you better not be lying to me!” his grip grew tighter on my wrists and I knew that they were going to bruise. He lent down, forcing his lips on me and only breaking the touch to punch me in the stomach.

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The next morning I was forced awake by a bucket of cold water being splashed on my face. I instantly sat up, wincing as the pain from my stomach resurfaced. “I called your teacher, he said that you have to tutor this boy but only once a week! So every Saturday you go to his house but you have to be back here by 5.00 pm otherwise you’re not allowed to leave the house again! Do you hear me!” he spoke through his teeth, with hatred in his eyes.

“Y… yes sir” I whispered.

“Get ready he’ll be here in at 8.30 am” he threw the bucket to the floor and sat on my bed. He lifted his hand to my throat “and if you think about telling anyone about our little secret..” his grasp got tighter.

He left my room and headed for the stairs. It wasn’t until I heard him bang the front door shut and get into his car to drive to work until I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

My eyes darted to the clock; it read 6.00 am Saturday morning. I stripped the dirty sheets from my bed and threw them in washing machine because of last night’s rape. When I got out the shower I stood in front of my long mirror and pulled the towel off, revealing my naked body so I could examine the damage that was done. My cheeks crimson from the powerful slaps he sliced across my face several times, eyes puffy from the crying and lips battered from the pounding of his lips.

Finally my eyes flicked down to my wrists, and I was right, his heavy grasping of my wrists had left purple marks on each wrist. But still this wasn’t the worst he had ever done. I carefully picked my clothes, a long sleeved top, skinny black jeans and jacket to make sure none of my marks could be revealed. I was sometimes grateful that Simon doesn’t take care of me properly, like make me sit down or give me lunch money because now I can fit into a size 6 comfortably even though some school days I sometimes pass out due to having no energy left in me.

I heard a car pull up outside, I ran to the window thinking Simon came back because he hadn’t had enough of me yet. My body instantly calmed and I let out the breath I was holding unconsciously as I saw Jack step out of his car and walk towards my front door. I ran down stairs and opened the door to find him practically filling it with his big muscular body.

“Hi” he smiled at me and my face turned red. Why do I keep acting like this around him? I look at the floor to hide my shame. “Hello” I replied, dryly. “Let me just get my things” I turned back to go get my school bag when I noticed Jack following me into the house. I quickly turn, using my body to block entrance into the house.

“What’s wrong?” Jack frowned slightly but still looking so sexy “you don’t want me to come in?” his eyes pierce at me and I feel as though he can see through me. Feeling uncomfortable I look down at my shoes, hiding my tomato coloured face. “No” I whispered.

Jack now with a confused look nods his head, turns on his heal and heads toward his car. I shut the door behind me and quickly gather everything I’ll need. I frantically search my room for my phone and I start to freak, if I don’t take it and Simon can’t get in contact with me, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave the house for a week but not from him stopping me but from the marks he would leave.

After 20 minutes of searching, I finally find it under a pile of clothes, sighed with relief and rushed downstairs. I locked the door and walked up to the passenger side of Jacks car. I paused before opening the door, thinking whether this was a good idea. I finally opened the door slowly and sat but before I could change my mind Jack turned to face me.

“You ready? What took you so long?” with genuine concern on his face he looked so hot but it was strange for me to get sympathy from someone after the constant abuse I regularly get. “Why do you care?” I snapped, trying to cover up the shake in my voice. Damn Jack, why does he have to be so sexy and considerate?

“I do care, when you worry you get this cute, but sad wrinkle in your forehead” he gave a shy smile then started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Wow Jack actually notices me! Wait, why does this keep affecting me? Yes sure he’s got a Greek God body, popular, sexy smile and now caring but I can’t let him affect me like this otherwise both me and him will be put into danger by the hands of my father. When my cheeks flashed bright red from thinking about his body I shook my head to snap out of it and concentrate on how I was going to get myself through today.

All through the drive I kept repeating in my head that Jack wasn’t going to harm me, but being locked inside a big metal box with him my thoughts just went back to last night. I tightly clenched my hand into a fist and my nails dug so hard it so badly sending a burning pain through me to distract me from my memories.

“You had breakfast yet?” I jumped from the sudden question as it took me out of my thoughts. “Emma?”

“oh….erm…..no”

“It’s the most important meal of the day! Do you want anything in particular?” with adrenalin and fear running through me, all I could manage in response was a shake of my head saying “no”.

The 10 minute drive to the café seemed like forever and I felt blood in my palm from the increase of pressure my nails put on the wound they created. Once we pulled up and I was out in the open, in public, I released the pressure and relaxed and followed Jack into the café. We had just missed the morning rush so there was only us, the teenaged waitress and an elderly gentlemen in the corner cradling a coffee whilst he glanced at life passing by the window. I slid into my seat in boat off to the side before the waitress came up to our table. She handed us both menus, but although she asked me what I wanted, she only looked at Jack with lust in her eyes. I wanted to stand up, slam her face into the counter and …. Wait, what was I thinking?!!

When I looked up Jack had ordered almost everything on the menu. “I didn’t know what you liked…” Before he could finish, I interrupted “so you order everything? Wow rich people really don’t know the true meaning of spending money wisely!”

“That’s a mean stereotype, anyway my family have always had money…. I’m sure a little breakfast wouldn’t even put a dent in it” he chuckled as he proudly shown off his wealth. I could be bothered to argue back, so instead I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, how you know so much about me but whenever I ask you a question you always answer it with a question”. Jack tilted his head to the side but kept a playful smile on his face.

“Why do you always have to ask question?” I snapped, I don’t like people digging too much into my personal life. “you’re right” the look of hurt crossed his face, “I’m sorry” his eyes never left mine and once more my face turned into a tomato and I bit my bottom lip to try and contain some of the lust I had for him……it was difficult.

Before I could answer the pervert waitress returned with our never ending order of food. The plates filled the table and my eyes darted to each one, I haven’t eaten since Thursday! Jack shuffled the plate of bacon and eggs in my direction with a smug smile on his face, I think he might have saw my gawking at them. My eyes never left the plate as I made a pro cons list in my mind, but soon hunger took over my logic and my body gave in and reached for the fork and knife, but as I reached I made sure the bruises on my writs never shown.

I dug in to the delicious, crispy bacon and the poached egg done to perfection and let out a silent groan to show my appreciation for the food, only to be met by Jacks groan and shuffle in his seat. When I looked up I saw that Jack had stopped eating and staring deep into my eyes. I saw lust and hunger in his, something I had seen many times with Simon, however this time, it was different with Jack. I should have been repulsed by this, but instead I started to have a weird feeling inside me. How could my groan make him look at me this way?

For the rest of the meal I made sure I didn’t make another sound because I felt as though Jack had made that face at me again, we would have done it there on the table. I was both scared and excited by the idea, but fear took over.