Seems Like it’s Been Forever - Chapter 4
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"Don’t go." Sam mumbles with his face buried in my pillow, as I slip on an old pair of flip-flops. Jake is supposed to be here in fifteen minutes, and I’m hoping he won’t be early so I’ll be able to wait for him outside. "I said don’t go, bitch." Sam adds and takes hold of my wrist, and actually sits up from the bed. I’m surprised he’s even awake considering I fell asleep at one, and he was still pretty messed up.
"Sam stop, I have to go to school, maybe you should consider that as well. Then you’d have a chance not to end up like your mom." I mumble quietly, but Sam hears me anyway.
The moment I feel his grip tighten on my wrist and he gets up from the bed, I know I fucked up. "What the fuck did you just say bitch?" He growls at me, so I try to pull away from him. "No you don’t. Answer my question. You don’t like how I act?"
"Sam, that’s not what I meant ok? I’m just tired, and kind of grumpy that’s all, I promise." I whisper, and try to bargain with him, "I’ll make it up to you tonight if you want." I try to add seductively.
"That’s not good enough." Sam yells, and slams his hand against my cheek, making me stagger backwards enough so he lets go of my wrist. Ignoring the pain sticking to my face, I take the chance to run down the hallway and into the living room, just to realize I have nowhere to go until Jake gets here. "Don’t fucking run away from me!" Sam slurs, and I can hear him stumbling down the hallway toward me.
When he finally comes into sight, after falling a few times in the corridor, I see the whiskey bottle in his hand, as he pours some into his mouth and swallows deeply before continuing his way toward me. "Now do you want to answer me?" He roars, forcing me up against the wall, leaving me with nowhere else to go. Before I can answer, Sam pushes his forearm into my throat, so I can’t answer him anyway. "You should know not to say that kind of shit to me. Your mom said that it’s your responsibility to keep me happy while they’re gone, so you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say."
Choking over my words as I try to speak, I settle for nodding at him instead, and he lessens the pressure on my neck slightly. "G-" he starts, but a car door slams outside, and he reapplies the pressure to my neck swiftly. "Make a sound, and I’ll knock you out faster than you can even think." Sam growls, and I inhale deeply trying to show my comprehension of his threat.
"Brooklyn?" I hear Jake from outside the door, and I’m surprised he can’t see us through the windowpane in the door. Before I can attempt to make a sound, Sam pulls his arm off my throat just to slam his elbow into my face, and wrap his hand around my throat.
Sam pushes my body harder against the wall, but before his lips can collide with mine, he stumbles backwards, and I slide to the floor; unable to stand on my own.
"Brooklyn," I hear as a warm breeze hits my face. "Brooklyn," I hear, and sit up quickly. "I’m going to help you up, ok? We need to get out of here." Jake whispers, and pulls me to my feet, and tows me toward the door. I nod silently, still confused, and allow Jake to deposit me into the passenger seat of his car.
I guess I passed out when I slid to the ground, and it must’ve been Jake that pulled Sam away from me, or maybe he did stagger backwards and fall. I have no clue. "What happened?" I question, as I get my voice back, and Jake puts the car into drive.
"I saw that douche hit you, so I came in and got him away from you. He’s fine, I just hit him a few times and it knocked him out. Why the hell do you let him treat you like that?" He asks with his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel from his grip.
"It's not like that," I croak, my throat still sore from Sam's grip.
"Then what the fuck is it like?" He yells at me suddenly, making me jump in my seat.
Glancing out at the street, I slowly start to answer, "His mom and mine are good friends and out-of-town for a few weeks; and my mom is making me… entertain? Him until they get back." I admit.
"So, you’re pretty much being blackmailed into sleeping with him, and having him beat you? And your mom is ok with this?" He asks angrily, and pulls up to a house, just a little bit larger than mine, but in the nicer part of town. "Come on," He sighs and helps me out of the car and pulls me toward the house, "Let’s get you cleaned up, so you can go take that test. After that we’re hanging out; ditching the second half of the day."
"Sam stop, I have to go to school, maybe you should consider that as well. Then you’d have a chance not to end up like your mom." I mumble quietly, but Sam hears me anyway.
The moment I feel his grip tighten on my wrist and he gets up from the bed, I know I fucked up. "What the fuck did you just say bitch?" He growls at me, so I try to pull away from him. "No you don’t. Answer my question. You don’t like how I act?"
"Sam, that’s not what I meant ok? I’m just tired, and kind of grumpy that’s all, I promise." I whisper, and try to bargain with him, "I’ll make it up to you tonight if you want." I try to add seductively.
"That’s not good enough." Sam yells, and slams his hand against my cheek, making me stagger backwards enough so he lets go of my wrist. Ignoring the pain sticking to my face, I take the chance to run down the hallway and into the living room, just to realize I have nowhere to go until Jake gets here. "Don’t fucking run away from me!" Sam slurs, and I can hear him stumbling down the hallway toward me.
When he finally comes into sight, after falling a few times in the corridor, I see the whiskey bottle in his hand, as he pours some into his mouth and swallows deeply before continuing his way toward me. "Now do you want to answer me?" He roars, forcing me up against the wall, leaving me with nowhere else to go. Before I can answer, Sam pushes his forearm into my throat, so I can’t answer him anyway. "You should know not to say that kind of shit to me. Your mom said that it’s your responsibility to keep me happy while they’re gone, so you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say."
Choking over my words as I try to speak, I settle for nodding at him instead, and he lessens the pressure on my neck slightly. "G-" he starts, but a car door slams outside, and he reapplies the pressure to my neck swiftly. "Make a sound, and I’ll knock you out faster than you can even think." Sam growls, and I inhale deeply trying to show my comprehension of his threat.
"Brooklyn?" I hear Jake from outside the door, and I’m surprised he can’t see us through the windowpane in the door. Before I can attempt to make a sound, Sam pulls his arm off my throat just to slam his elbow into my face, and wrap his hand around my throat.
Sam pushes my body harder against the wall, but before his lips can collide with mine, he stumbles backwards, and I slide to the floor; unable to stand on my own.
"Brooklyn," I hear as a warm breeze hits my face. "Brooklyn," I hear, and sit up quickly. "I’m going to help you up, ok? We need to get out of here." Jake whispers, and pulls me to my feet, and tows me toward the door. I nod silently, still confused, and allow Jake to deposit me into the passenger seat of his car.
I guess I passed out when I slid to the ground, and it must’ve been Jake that pulled Sam away from me, or maybe he did stagger backwards and fall. I have no clue. "What happened?" I question, as I get my voice back, and Jake puts the car into drive.
"I saw that douche hit you, so I came in and got him away from you. He’s fine, I just hit him a few times and it knocked him out. Why the hell do you let him treat you like that?" He asks with his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel from his grip.
"It's not like that," I croak, my throat still sore from Sam's grip.
"Then what the fuck is it like?" He yells at me suddenly, making me jump in my seat.
Glancing out at the street, I slowly start to answer, "His mom and mine are good friends and out-of-town for a few weeks; and my mom is making me… entertain? Him until they get back." I admit.
"So, you’re pretty much being blackmailed into sleeping with him, and having him beat you? And your mom is ok with this?" He asks angrily, and pulls up to a house, just a little bit larger than mine, but in the nicer part of town. "Come on," He sighs and helps me out of the car and pulls me toward the house, "Let’s get you cleaned up, so you can go take that test. After that we’re hanging out; ditching the second half of the day."
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