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Chapter 5

"John, I didn't come here for that. I left my phone here last night, so I came to get it. Now please, hand me my phone so I can leave." I stood in front of John shaking. He towered over me and held my phone above his head.

"Oh, I see how it is. You expect to come here every time you're 'in the mood', and then after one small fight, you come the next day acting like a completely different person? And then turn me down when I try to do something?" He growled, still holding my phone high.

"It wasn't a small fight, John. You pushed me. Hard." I said. I always vowed to never let a man push me around. So, after John pushed me into a wall when I called him a bad name, I decided I would never talk to him again. I just imagined his face on the way here, and what he would say when I walked in and told him I wouldn't take that ever again, and that I was leaving. I almost thought he'd cry. No, John didn't love me. But he loved what I gave him every night my kids were at their dads. And some days when they were home. I thought he was putty in my hands. So, his response caught me off guard.

"You had it coming." He growled. He stepped towards me. "Do you honestly think I'm going to let a woman talk to me like that? You may have the entire music industry bowing down to you and doing what you say, but that isn't going to work for me. I don't know who the hell you think you are." Where did that even come from?

"John, please. My kids are home. I just swung by after work to get my phone. So, please-"

"No!" He barked, "I'm not giving it back until you give me what I want." Who was this man? I knew John wasn't the nicest of men, and definitely not the most caring, but in the three months I've known him, I've never seen him like this.

The only times I've ever been scared of a man was back when over obsessive fans, the paparazzi, or even men at bars, would lay their hands on me and Brock would lose it. But he was doing it to protect me- I was just scared for the people who had to deal with him. Brock in protective mode was always ugly, and I was the only one who could calm him down. One time, he would have killed a man who grabbed my breast, had I not stoked his face and told him in my sweetest of voices to calm down. Brock flipping out always made me nervous, but at the end of the day, I was always glad he was that way. I've only seen him get that mad when it came to protecting me, and that made me feel safe. Secure. As if no one could ever hurt me. But now, I'm standing in John's kitchen, actually scared of him. No matter my fears, however, I had to stand my ground. I said my speech that I practiced the whole way to John's.

"Now listen John. I know I probably led you on, with all of the night's we've spent together. You know that you and me have both agreed that our relationship isn't serious. But here recently, I've realized that my kids need me. They're still recovering from the divorce, and Cheyenne is starting to feel how rough pregnancy can be. So, I need to be there for them. I can't spend my time doing stupid, childish things, like we've been doing. Plus, no matter what you think, you shoved me hard. I don't care what I said to you before- I didn't deserve that. I really had fun while we lasted, John. But my kids need me. And I don't think I can stay with a man like you much longer. You're too reckless for me. I'm sorry if I've hurt you. But I know you'll find someone to take my place. So, if you will please hand me my phone, I am leaving." I took a deep breath and held out my hand.

"Okay, I understand. You're done with me." He calmly said, lowering his arm. Something didn't seem right. "Do you want your phone?"

"Yes." I answered annoyed, considering I had already asked him twice.

He chuckled. "I don't think I can do that." With an unexpected flip of his arm, he threw my phone through the kitchen entryway and into the livingroom. I jumped, and heard it shatter as it hit the wall. He looked down at me and stepped closer.

"John! Why would you do that? What is wrong with you?" I demanded, anger rising in my throat.

"You had it coming." He repeated, stepping closer and closer with each word he said. "I told you you weren't getting it until you gave me what I wanted. But for some reason today, you think you're better than that, huh? Better than me?" He reached me and grabbed my arm, yanking me towards his lowered face. "Well you're not! You're worthless!" He screamed in my face. I was paralyzed with fear, and could hardly think of the words to say.

"J-John, let go of me!" I tried to yell, but it was no more than a quiet demand.

His grip tightened. "I gave you your chance. You should have known coming into my house that we were going to fuck no matter what. You could have just agreed. You would have got your phone, and I would have been nice about it. But you decided to act the way you did." He spit as he spoke. "Come on, baby. We're going upstairs." He began dragging me into the living room, where I saw the pieces to my phone. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. I knew what he wanted from me, and I refused to let it happen.

"Let go of me! Now, John! Let GO!" I yanked the lamp off of the table with my free arm, and began hitting him with it. He hunched down, and I heard crashes as I brought the lamp down hard against his back.

"Knock it off!" He flung his other arm around, flinging the lamp across the room. He pulled me harder. As we reached he stair case, I could see blood through his shirt. I began punching him and kicking him as hard as I could. He stopped, and almost fell to the ground under the weight of my blows.

"You bastard!" I screamed, while trying to get away from him. Then, in one sudden movement, he turned to face me, let go of my arm, and grabbed onto my face. His thumb and this fingers were each on the sides of my mouth, and he pressed my cheeks in so hard it brought a tear to my eye.

"Listen here, bitch. I'm trying so hard to be nice. I don't want to bruise that perfect body of yours before I have my way with it. But you're making this hard on me." I fought back a tear as he gripped my cheeks harder. "Now please, cooperate. I don't want to have to make you." As soon as he let go, however, I brought my arm around and threw my fist into his face. I heard a crack as his jaw bone made contact with my knuckles, causing them to sting. His head swung to the side, and in an instant, without even grabbing his face, he turned around on punched me hard in the eye. I fell to the ground with a thud as my vision blurred out. He chuckled, leaning down. "You won't ever do that again after tonight." He picked me up and brought me into his room. I felt my eye throbbing and swelling, and I was scared to open it. I was also scared to fight back. I never imagined I'd let a man do this to me. But I've also never been in this situation. I was absolutely terrified by him at this point, and wanted to please him just so he didn't do that again.

As he laid me on the bed, tears began to stream down my face, causing my eye to burn. The comfort of the bed felt so good to my stinging back and neck, which hurt from my fall. I kept my eyes closed and tried to stop my tears and control my breathing. I heard him digging around in a drawer, and hoped he was getting a condom. We had used one every night besides our first night together. Soon, I heard him walk in. He sat on the bed. I closed my eyes tighter.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. You just need to listen to me, okay?"

I wanted to scream no, but I couldn't. I couldn't even move. I just opened my eyes and stared at him, wanting him to see my pain. But he didn't. He didn't see my tears or my swollen eye. He didn't see all the pain and heartache I had built up inside of me. He just smiled. He actually smiled. Then he rose from the bed and took off his clothes.

"You can just lay there if you want." He made it sound as if he was being generous. But, I did as he suggested and watched as he took off my jeans. My back stung as he lifted me up and took off my top, bra, and underwear. He eased himself on top of me, and forced his way in. I wasn't wet, and his hardness rubbed against my most sensitive parts, causing me to whimper. He wasnt' wearing a condom like I had hoped. Each one of his thrust hurt me, and I couldn't help but cry harder.

"Please stop.." I said softly, feeling the coolness of my tears roll down my jaw. He sighed.

"Yeah, that wasn't too great for me either." He said as he pulled out. He was acting so normal, as if nothing had happened. I thought that maybe I had been saved, and we were done. My stomach dropped as he spread my legs and started kissing my thighs. He must had seen the look on my face, because he brought his face up to mine and kissed my ear.

"Stop thinking about everything and just enjoy this." He whispered in my ear. His rough, southern voice sent chills through my body. He returned to his position, but I was still tense. Seeing my face, he glared up at me. His eyes were terrifying, and I immediately dropped my shoulders and let out a sigh. I put a pleased look on my face. He smiled, and then continued kissing my thighs.

Don't enjoy this, don't enjoy this, I told myself as he inched closer and closer to where I secretly wanted him to be. This is wrong, don't let this happen. His tongue pressed into the crevice where my thigh ends and my lady parts begin. He darted his tongue across between my legs, making me shake with brief pleasure, and he went to the other side and did the same. Stop thinking like this, remember what he did to you. He grabbed my knees and spread my legs farther, opening myself to him. Then, he slowly dropped his head and softly kissed the top of me, and then slid his tongue down deep into the pleasure center between my legs. Don't let him...Oh my gosh... His tongue darted back and forth against my most sensitive part, and I knew there was no more fighting it. Then, he covered it with his mouth and began gently sucking, making my legs shake and clench around his head. Oh...My...Gosh... I didn't want to moan. I didn't want him to know how good he was making me feel. I bit my lip hard trying to hold it back. But as my climax slowly reached me, I couldn't hold it anymore. I let out a load moan, arching my back and letting my head fall down. Knowing he had me where he wanted me, he let out a long, deep chuckle. His mouth was still covering me, and the vibrations from his laugh brought on more pleasure. My toes clinched as I felt his tongue pushing inside of me. I sat up, propping myself with one arm, and used the other to clinch his hair. Finally, I felt that familiar feeling creep up my body, and my breath caught in my throat as pleasure flooded every part of me.

"Oh John..." I softly uttered as my body relaxed and I fell back into the bed. He slid up my body, and brought his face up to mine. He was smiling, and his mouth and chin were soaking wet, turning me on again. Well, there's no fighting anymore. Boy, you're going to have a lot to deal with tomorrow.

He rose above me, and the gentle, pleased look on his face left. An evil smirk filled his face, and his eyes looked up and down my body. My knees were up and my legs were together. He grabbed them, and yanked them apart, making my inner thighs sting. He growled as I came out of my state of pleasure, and became filled with fear again. He held my legs apart, and then shoved his length into me. It still hurt, though not as bad as before, as he roughly forced himself in and out of me. His thrust were so hard, he held my shoulders down to keep me from moving with him. He let out deep moans and chuckles as he continued. Part of me was enjoying it, yet part of my was longing for it to end. I couldn't look at his face as he did this to me, so I stared at his chest.

He continued going strong for a few more minutes, and right as I felt a hint of pleasure in my stomach, he pulled out and flipped me around. I was so scared he would go through the wrong entrance, something that I've never done. But I was relieved to feel him enter from the same spot as before. He began pounding into me, and eventually started slapping my butt. Each slap stung and got progressively harder. It got so bad, I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Stop slapping me so hard, babe." I said aggressively. He pulled out, flipped me over, slapped my face, spread my legs, and entered me again.

"How do you like that?" He asked. My face stung, and I was in shock. I didn't like it at all.

"Be easy..." I mumbled. He slapped me again, harder this time.

"We're doing this my way, got it? You don't have a say anymore." He commanded. He rested his body down on mine, while continuing his harsh thrusts. He grabbed my face by the cheeks, like he had before. I winced with pain as his fingers pressed deep into my fleshy cheeks. He laughed. "You look kinda cute like this."

"It hurts. Please. Stop..." He lifted his hand long enough to slap me again, and then continued. I could tell he was reaching his climax by the way he was sweating and grunting, and his thrusts had gotten harder. I didn't like this, and tears came to my eyes as I felt the pain on my eye and cheeks. Why was he doing this to me? What did I do? I wanted something. I didn't know what, but I felt like I was missing something. Someone. A part of me didn't seem right. All of the sudden, I heard Brock's voice.

"I'm always going to keep you safe, okay?" I didn't know where it came from, but it felt like it was supposed to happen. The tears came freely and quickly as I remembered the man who only loved me gently. Where was he? Why wasn't he with me? Suddenly, right before John came, everything went white. I was at the scene of a car wreck. There was a violent storm, and I looked around trying to make sense of my surroundings. That's when I saw it.

I saw me, 16 years old, pulling 18 year old Brock out of the car. I watched as the thunder and lightning struck in the air around us. He was lifeless and unconscious as I drug us to a tree. I watched as the young me, so fragile and unaware of so many things, pulled Brock's head into my chest and held him, waiting for the paramedics to come. I cried as the storm raged on, and kept kissing his forehead. Suddenly, a clap of thunder hit, followed by the sound of strong wind against shaking windows. I opened my eyes, and found myself in my dark room. The only light came from the streaks of lightning outside my window, lighting the room up just enough to see the outline of my furniture. I turned on the light, and looked down to see solid sweat on my sheets. Catching my breath, I leaned back against the head board and realized it was all just a dream. Well, not exactly. My encounter with John happened, play by play. Everything was the exact same as what happened in my dream. I had always have vivid dreams, but never one that replayed something that had happened in the past. And then Brock and I... I wish that memory hadn't of been recalled. It reminded me just why I was scared of storms like this in the first place. And why maybe, just maybe, I might possibly miss Brock.

I checked my phone to see the time, and saw a new text from John. 'You there? I want to see you.' It read. He sent it at 1:25, and it was 3:30 a.m., so surely he had already fallen asleep. After a dream like that, I was reminded of the beginning of what that man could do to me. I was scared, almost shaking, as I laid back down and tried to forget everything. I wanted to sleep, but ended up spending the rest of the night thinking about how to respond in the morning.

My alarm clock rang soon, at 6:00, and I was still staring at the ceiling thinking. I slowly got out of bed, and 'zombie walked', as Jake would say, to the shower. Afterwards, I got breakfast ready, woke up the kids, and tried to have a normal day. I pushed away the overwhelming, disturbing feeling my dreams had on me. Around noon, I came to my decision. I was too good for that man, and was lucky I got away from him. I wasn't dragging myself down that road again. I deleted his texts, and felt confident as I set down my phone. Now, my only concern was how he would react.