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"What the hell is this?" Jason asked, coming into the apartment. That was my greeting.

"Pizza." I said.

"I know what it is… why is it on the table?"

"It's dinner." I said, walking up to him to kiss him hello. He pushed past me.

"Why can't I get a decent meal?" He asked.

"Jason, I was working all day. We had to tape Raw."

Jason sighed. "Whatever." He mumbled. "Can I at least get a hello?"

"Well, I was coming to kiss you, but you pushed me out the way." I said sarcastically, even though I started walking towards him.

Right when I was about to kiss him, he slapped me. I put my hand up to my face and stared at him jaw-dropped and teary-eyed.

"Don't get smart with me." He said softly.

I closed my mouth and slowly nodded – all the while resisting the urge to cry.

Jason leaned in and softly kissed my lips. He walked over to the table and flipped the pizza box open. "You know I don't like pepperoni." He said. He went into the bedroom.

My knees suddenly went weak and I fell to the floor. I began to sob softly. I still had my hand up to where he hit me.

"What's the matter, baby?" Jason asked, coming over to help me. I guess he heard my sobs.

"You… you just slapped me!" I managed to say through sniffles.

"What? Amy, I was just playing with you."

I stared at him. He couldn't be serious.

I moved my hand from my cheek so he could see the red handprint that was forming on my face. I could feel it stinging its way through.

A soft "oh" escaped his lips as he gently touched my face. I sat there quietly, waiting for an apology.

"Your skin must be sensitive." He murmured.

"You're not sorry?" I asked.

"Li, it's not my fault your skin is sensitive… but if it makes you happy, I'm sorry."

If it makes me happy? He just slapped the living shit out of me and the only apologized because it "made me happy."

I nodded.

"Come on, get up off the floor." He said, putting his hand out. I grasped it and he pulled me up.

"I'm going to bed." Jason sighed.

"Without eating?"

"I told you, I don't like pepperoni."

It was my turn to sigh.

Jason went into the bedroom while I put the untouched pizza away. I walked into the room just as Jason was taking his shirt off. I noticed a tiny red mark n his neck.

"What's that?" I asked.

"What's what?"

"That. On your neck." I said, coming up behind him and putting my finger on it.

"Oh… that's a hickey, ma." He said, calmly.

"From who?!" I asked, angrily.

"From you! Why the hell are you yelling?"

"Because the last place I sucked you wasn't your neck."

Jason smirked.

"I'm serious, J."

"Well, the hickey's from you." Jason said. I knew he was lying. The bastard was cheating on me.

"Are you jealous?" Jason asked in a singsong voice.

I stayed quiet.

"Aww, don't be jealous, baby… you know I only have eyes for you."

Yeah right… that's why he goes to Hooters every Friday night with his friends.

"Come here." Jason whispered.

I walked up to him. He pulled me close and passionately kissed me. I sighed as he kissed me. It wasn't a happy sigh. It was an I-really-don't-want-to-get-into-anything sigh. Jason thought it was a moan and he pulled away.

"Mm… you like that, ma?" He whispered. He slid his hands down my front and started unbuttoning my pants.

"J, stop… please."

Jason pulled away. "Why?" He asked.

"I'm not in the mood right now." I said, taking off my shirt so I could put a T-shirt on.

"But you're always in the mood." He whined. He came up behind me and kissed my neck.

"Well I'm not right now." I said.

"Then I'll just have to make you." Jason said in a seductive voice. He began kissing my neck again. I moved away.

"Quit being so stubborn! You know you want this!" Jason unhooked my bra.

"No! I'm serious!" I yelled.

"Amy…"

"What?"

"Don't be like that…" Jason pulled me in for another kiss. I pushed him away.

"Don't fucking push me!" He yelled.

"Then leave me alone!" I yelled back. He really expected me to have sex with him after he slapped me earlier. Yeah. Right.

"I'm not leaving you alone until I get what I want." Jason forced another kiss on me and I tried to wriggle away. He pushed me down on the bed and forced himself on top of me. I was still trying to get out of under him.

"Stay still!" Jason yelled.

"Get off of me! Leave me alone!" I screamed.

Jason unbuttoned my pants with one hand and covered my mouth with the other. I bit his hand.

"Ow! You fucking bitch!" He yelled, punching me in the eye. I started to cry.

Jason pulled my pants and thong down and inserted himself in me. I was still crying, but after a while I gave in. Soft moans escaped my lips as he continued to grind.

A little while later, we came together and he collapsed on top of me. He breathed heavily. "And you didn't want that." Jason said in a cocky tone.

I didn't want it. Not that way, at least.

I stayed quiet.

Jason leaned up and kissed me. I didn't kiss him back.

"Open your mouth." He whispered.

I shook my head no. The night had already been horrible enough – the last thing I wanted was his tongue in my mouth.

"Fuck you then." He said. He slapped me and got up. "Bitch." He added.

I felt like hell. I felt helpless and violated. I thought about calling Matt… but I didn't want to drag him into this mess. Tears started streaming down my face. I felt like I left myself down.

I thanked heaven I was on the pill. Jason hadn't used protection.

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