Safe Haven

It’s been four days since I tried to escape. Four days since my dreams were crushed and four days since I was shot.

When I woke up from having been so brutally knocked out, Jay was in the middle of taking the bullet out of my leg. It was disgusting and extremely painful.

My nose had a bandage on it, I’m going to take a guess and say he broke the damn thing.
Asshole.

But, back to now. I haven’t seen jay since the day I tried to leave, which means I haven’t eaten either- nor slept because I’ve been too paranoid to wake and up and find him on top of me.

**Flashback
“Wake up, love, wake up! I want to have some fuuunnn.” I awoke to find Jay drunkenly straddling my waist, reeking of alcohol.

“Jay! Stop! What are you doing? Get off- your drunk aren’t you? Let’s just talk. Okay?”

He shakes his head down at me.

“I don’t thhhiiinnnkkkksooooo” He sings the words smiling.

Tears start to spring at the corners of my eyes. “Jay, please. Don’t do this to me.”

He ignores me and takes his shirt off to reveal his tatted up abdomen. He reaches for mine, but I cover myself quickly, not wanting him to touch me.

His eyes get dark from me whimpering away from him. He pulls my arms away from the sheltering of my body and rips my shirt down the middle.

His eyes get greedy, and lens to my ear, “You do so much to me.” With him saying that, he then rolls his hips into mine and groans, doing it again.

He soon discards of his jeans and shimmies me out of my sweats. He unforgivably pulls my underwear down after.

He grabs a condom from the small table that’s in the room we are currently in, he peels his boxers off and covers his hard member.

“Now, West, I want you to stay perfectly still for me. Alright?” he presses his body into mine and pushes himself in, greedily.

I quench my eyes closed and my lips quiver.

This was it I had thought. He has taken my virginity. My own family member. Tears rolled down my face.
He thrusted into me over and over, giving me no mercy, he went in deeper.

Not being able to take anymore, I screamed out. Sadly, he moaned and sped up.

“West baby, I’m about to cum. Your so perf-“. Not even being able to finish is revolting sentence, he came in the condom, going into pure bliss while I lie in pain, ashamed of myself.

He pulled out and tried to kiss me, but I jerked away not even dreaming of touching his filthy lips.

He then brought his lips to my ear, kissing under it and whispering, “That’s alright baby, you’ll get over it and feel all better in the morning.” He kissed my neck once more and arose from the bed.
**End Flashback

I throw my head back on the wall behind me, I hate reliving moments like that. He is disgusting person that deserves to be shot between the eyes. Cruel for a family member, but I don’t care he is a living piece of shit.

Almost dozing off for the one hundredth time, I hear tires. My eyes shoot open hearing a car door, my hearing is instantly correct. I sit up as best as I can without hurting my probably infected leg.

The door upstairs is opened and I can hear the feet above me, they are heading towards the basement door. Towards me.

The door is flung open and I see Jay caring another girl. My eyes widen at the site.

“Hello West! I feel like I can’t be here to give you all the attention you need, so I brought you a friend!” he looks at me like he just won the uncle of the year award.

My gaze never leaves the poor girl who is going to get treated like me or worse. My heart goes out to her, I wouldn’t trade places for anyone to be stuck in this shit hole.

“What do you say Weston?” he grits his teeth together expectantly.

“T-t-thank you Jay.” I bow my head.

“Oh! No problem! Just a gift.”

A batch of tears roll down my cheeks and before I can stop my-self I yell. “You are a disgrace! And I terrible person that should be beat over and over until you are crippled. Then, you deserve to live in pain for the rest of your life.”

I look up and see him fuming. He literally drops the girl from his hands onto the concrete floor. I gasp at his actions. Quickly he walks over to me.

“You un-grateful slut! I bring you a friend and you tell me I should die? Is that how you feel?” By this point, he is furious and spitting out the words.

He slaps me twice, each one stinging. I shield my face away from him. His hand grips my wound. He gets a firm hold on it and squeezes the hell out of it. I look at my calf through blurred eyes and see the stitches Jay sowed in have popped and blood is leaking from me.

I’m yelling and thrashing in agonizing pain. This hurts more than when I was actually shot.

Blood is all I can see at this point, it’s all over me, my clothes, my bed, and Jay. My vision gets super blurry and my breathing is slowed, but I continue to grasp for air.

The last thing I heard were the girls cries for Jay to stop, but it was too late.

Notes

Thanks for reading!

l.b.