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"Where the hell have you been?" Jax said angrily standing in the living room waiting for me.

"I was clubbing. It's no big deal. Now if you don't mind-"

Jax grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close. "Why the hell do you smell like another man?" I could tell I was in for it tonight. I could smell the alcohol on Jax's breath. I tried to pull away from his grip but it only got tighter.

"Like I said I was out clubbing. Guys dance on me all the time! Now let me go you're hurting me!"

"I thought I told you that you belonged to me!"

"I don't belong to anyone! And certainly not you! I'm not your fucking toy!" I began to push against him but his grip wouldn't loosen.

He had apparently had enough because he pushed me to the ground and slapped me hard enough to rattle my head blurring my vision. He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to look at him.

"I own you, and you will not disobey me unless you want to spend the rest of your life in jail!" He roughly let go of my hair and disappeared to his room.

I cried and tried to get up, but my legs wouldn't move. I cried even harder and began to hate myself. I should have stayed with Shannon. I should have laid there in his loving warmth, but I was stupid. I should have known that Jax was going to be like this, and I should have known that this wasn't going to end well, but why couldn't I leave? I knew Jax was a horrible person, and he only wanted to use me for sex, but I couldn't bring myself to runaway from this hell hole.

I laid on the floor sobbing for hours. As the sun began to shine through the windows of the apartment I found the strength to stop crying. I could hear footsteps coming toward me, and I laid as still as I could.

Jax placed a blanket over me, and gently lifted my head onto a pillow. "Im sorry," he whispered against my hair and kissed my temple before leaving.