Road to hell

“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.

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