Lemons in this chapter guys, :) have great day.

I tried my best to stay away from Ryan, it had been a month since the crash had happened. I hadn't seen Jeff, again and I was beginning to think that I had dreamed the whole ordeal. I barely looked at Ryan anymore and he was noticing my eagerness to avoid him. We were fighting a lot more and there was rarely a moment when Ryan wasn't pissed off at me. He kept bringing up the fact that I hadn't let him touch me in weeks, I was beginning to question my sanity. Ryan let me sleep on the bed and he slept on the couch a lot.

I felt bad, but if I told him what had happened, well I was scared that I was going to get him killed. Ryan barely looked at me now. I didn't want to lose him, if he only knew that I just wanted to give him a hug and kiss him and make the fights stop, things would go back to normal.

I looked out the window of my room, the forest was a bit foggy and dark, but it was still beautiful. Ryan was gone at work and I was alone at the house… again, and that really scared me. "Ryan," I whispered, tears streaking down my face, "I wish you knew my torment," I cried, clutching the window sill. My brown hair was a mess and I wore sweat pants and a t-shirt as I had just gotten up.

I felt ashamed, I didn't want any of this, I had so many nightmares of Jeff, my life was falling apart and I was diagnosed with a mild depression. When I looked in the mirror I saw dark bags under my greenish brownish eyes.

Ryan had come home for lunch, I was waiting for him at the door. He wouldn't look at me, but I caught his arm and pulled him to me and I embraced him tightly, crying in his chest. He stood there in shock, looking down at me in surprise, before he put his arms around me and hugged me for the first time in weeks.

"I'm so so sorry, I have been acting the way I have, Ryan." I sniffled, clutching his jacket. He bent down and kissed me, the feeling sweet. "Forgive me?" I asked looking up into his beautiful eyes.

"Jamie, someone had come to my work saying that you were cheating on me…" He whispered, closing his eyes. I shook my head, and took a step back. He took my hand, and looked me in the eye. "If I ever find you with anyone else, I will not hesitate to disable him," he said darkly, "You haven't cheated on me have you?" I shook my head, fighting back my tears. I loved Ryan so much and Jeff had spun my life out of control.

"I wouldn't cheat… willingly," I hinted, but it didn't register with him. I felt a feeling of disappointment. He smiled, going into the kitchen and getting a frozen pizza and cooked it. I sat on the couch, and every few minutes or so I would see him glance over and smile. I felt a little better.

He sat next to me with his now cooked almost burnt pizza and he ate. I turned the TV on for him and decided to get out of my pajamas. I went to the bathroom, brushed my hair and got out of my pajamas. I heard a squeak like a floor board being stepped on, I looked around my bathroom, and when I saw no one I peeked out into the living room to see Ryan laughing at something on the TV. I smiled lightly and turned to the mirror. I washed my face and dried it off on a towel. When I put the towel down and looked into the mirror, behind me was Jeff, I screamed in fear, closing my eyes and I, in trying to get away, fell to the cold tile.

"Jamie?!" I heard Ryan jump up and come into the bathroom, I looked up only to see Ryan standing there alone, I was hyperventilating, shaking and trying to come up with a good excuse for why had screamed. "What's wrong Jamie?" he asked urgently, kneeling to my side.

"Sorry my knee gave out and I was just a little startled by it, I guess," I bit my lip looking down. He grabbed me by my waist and hauled me up to my feet, thanking him, I kissed him.

"You ok?" He asked his eyebrows raised. I nodded. He embraced me tightly, his warmth emanating from his body, "You sounded like you were getting murdered in here, you scared me," he laughed kissing the top of my head. "I gotta go back to work, Eddie and I were going to work some more on your car," He smiled down at me. I felt little flutters in my stomach, I was so lucky to have him.

He left the house, and went back to work, leaving me standing in the bathroom… alone, I hope. I looked to the closet that was big enough to stand in and opened it hesitantly. I saw nothing in the closet, nothing at all. Was Jeff just a figment of my imagination? I hoped so, there was nowhere else he could've hidden and not be seen. I smiled, maybe it was all in my head when I crashed too.

Maybe I was just suffering from a head injury or something, it had to be that, it just had to.

Later when, I was alone, I was feeling enlightened, Jeff was gone, he wasn't here. I was smiling the whole day, and I had just an hour left alone until Ryan came home. I was in the kitchen making dinner for him for when he got home. I was making his favorite; Tacos.

"Well, well, making tacos for your boyfriend are we," I heard a hiss behind me, I froze with fear, not wanting to look back.

"Go away you aren't real." I whispered closing my eyes.

"I'm as real as you want me to be," He spat in my ear, taking me by the hair and throwing me down. My ribs catching the edge of the counter before I fell, I cried out in pain and my ribs started hurting, he almost broke them. I winced and started to crawl. "That was real, huh, bitch," He shouted putting a foot on my back to stop me from crawling away. "You are mine, and mine only, don't make me kill your boyfriend, you think I care if I hurt you, you're nothing but a piece of trash whore, who belongs to me. You are my property." He hissed in my ear.

Sobbing, I shook my head. He took ahold of my wrists and with his knife carved the letter J in both my wrists. The blood started flowing and he licked up the blood as if it were water. I whimpered and he put me up on his shoulder, taking me to my bedroom and throwing me on the bed.

"Strip for me," He commanded standing at the edge of the bed. My eyes widened, I hesitated. "Now whore." He threatened pointing his knife at me. I bit my bottom lip, pulling my shirt over my head. "Mmm good girl," He laughed studying my body. I felt sick, but if I was going to protect everyone I loved I had to appease him. Tears ran down my face. He licked his lips, "Lets take a shower," he said grabbing me by my hair and he cut my pants and underwear off of me. He threw me into the bathtub.

I looked up at him fearfully. "Jeff, you don't have to do this, this isn't you." I cried. He slapped me hard against the face, causing me to fly into the wall of the shower. "Shut up whore," He said. "Face the wall," Scared I did exactly what he did. My eyes were shut tightly, he put his hands on my hips pulling them to him. I heard a zipper being unzipped. I looked back, hyperventilating. He was positioning himself. I felt the tip on my folds. I knew it was worthless to fight it.

Then he thrust into me hard, I cried out as I was adjusting to his size. Shaking my head. "This can't be happening," I whispered. Jeff started pumping into me. Pulling my hips to meet his thrusts. He leaned forward "You like this cock in you don't you whore," he whispered in my ear, before he bit down on my neck. I cried out in pain. He was gaining speed and he was going harder with each stroke. Waves of pleasure started pulsing through me, I was moaning, knowing he would like that. I didn't care, at the moment he was making me feel good as opposed to hurting me.

"I knew you were always a whore Jamie," He laughed in my ear, after a few minutes, I could feel him start to pulse. My eyes widened. He was protected and neither was I.

"Not inside," I begged, panting. He only laughed and went faster, and with one last thrust he went as deep as he could, and shot his hot seed into me. "No…" Shit… I was going to have to take a pill and have to hide it from Ryan. Not another secret…

Jeff pulled out and ordered me to sit in the bathtub, which I did, obediently. He took his knife, and grabbed my wrist and started slicing into it over and over into it. Blood was pouring out and it started pooling below me, I shook and felt dizzy, I was getting weaker by the second.

"Oh god you look so sexy covered in blood." He laughed, "This blood that pours out of your veins, is mine, you are mine. Understand? Good. Now don't move from this spot or I will kill your best friend Jazzy, and we wouldn't want little Kristopher without a mother now would we." He laughed. I nodded weakly and passed out.

Ryan, had just gotten home, he smelled taco meat being cooked on the burner as soon as he got home. The aroma filling his nose. He was glad that Jamie had come around, Ryan wasn't sure if he would've dealt with her avoiding him a lot longer. He looked around not finding her, he looked in the bedroom and he saw that the door to the bathroom was closed. He knocked and heard nothing, He opened the door, only to find an unconscious Jamie in the bathtub, blood pouring from her wrists. He immediately went to her side, calling 911 as fast as he could, he tried to stop the bleeding but there were so many gashes in her arm it was impossible to do it all at once. He felt lost, why did she do this? He explained the situation and within a few minutes the ambulance had come and took her away. He rode in the ambulance with her as they tried to help her. He prayed that she would be ok. He watched her.

He loved her so much and seeing her like this broke his heart. He hid his face in his hands and prayed for her to not be taken away from him. He was unsure of anything, he would give anything to have her live. He loved her so so much.