No Control

The day after Sophia’s visit was a travel day. Once we got to the stadium there was lots of work to do. However today is a bit more relaxed. We don’t have to be at the stadium till this evening.
Liam and I have spent a leisurely morning in bed. A little before noon Liam goes to work out with Mark in the hotel gym. I hang out in the hotel room and catch up on my fashion magazines. When there is a knock on the door my first thought is it’s too soon for Liam to be back. I open the door and stare in shock at the person standing there. My ex, Jake. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. This can’t be good. He never hit me, but he definitely didn’t treat me well. He stares at me. “Damn Liz, you look good.”
I cringe. “What do you want? Why are you here?”
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” As I say no he pushes past me anyway.
“Fancy room Liz.” He glares at me with the creepiest look I’ve ever seen.
“Jake, please leave. There’s no reason for you to be here.” I tell him, starting to get concerned.
He moves closer to me. “Look Lizzie, I heard you have a new boyfriend but I think you should give us another chance.”
I shake my head. “Why, so you can cheat on me again?”
He frowns. “I told you I was sorry.”
“Gee thanks, that makes it all better. So you won’t cheat, you’ll just treat me like crap?” I reply.
He looks pissed, then tries to compose himself. I step farther away from him, trying to get to my phone.
“So you actually came all the way here, thinking you could win me back when we haven’t spoken in what, almost a year?”
He moves closer. “Lizzie, we were so good together.”
I laugh. “No not really.”
“So what, this new guy is so much better than me?” He asks me clearly getting angry.
I don’t care. I no longer back down to him.
“Yes he is. In every way. He takes care of me, he’s faithful to me, he loves me, he treats me right and he’s a hell of a lot better than you in bed. He satisfies me like you never could.”
Uh oh. He’s clearly enraged now. He makes a quick move towards me. I can’t move out of the way fast enough. He grabs both of my upper arms and squeezes tight. The pain is excrutiating. His face is close to mine. I now can smell the alcohol on his breath. “Oh ya? Maybe I should remind you of how good I am.” He yells in my face. My arms are locked but my legs aren’t. I quickly and forcefully bring my knee up to connect with his groin. It isn’t a big target but I think I succeeded.
He cries out in pain but unfortunately doesn’t let go of my arms. We both lose balance and we wind up on the couch, him on top of me.

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