Maybe I Don't Hate You

Chapter 17

⚠️TW attempted sa⚠️

Scarlett's pov:

After I had cried in the bathroom with Nex, we went on with our week as if it hadn't happened. It was now Saturday and I was in my room with Jason. My average height, blonde haired, blue eyes, basic boyfriend.

"This movie is trash. Change it," he said.

"I told you to pick a movie you liked earlier. You refused and now I'm invested."

"Well I'm not. I don't wanna watch this. Change it Scarlett."

"No."

"I said, change it Scarlett!," he shouted.

He was always like that.

I tossed him the remote and turned away from him.

"Hey babe, don't be like that. I didn't mean to yell. You just need to listen, that's all."

"Need to listen? I'm not your fucking dog."

"Scarlett, I ain't mean it."

He turned my face towards him, kissing me possesively.

Jason rolled over and caressed my crotch. "I know what'll make you feel better."

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Get off of me Jason," I demanded, pushing him by his chest.

"You know you love it. Come on."

"Jason, stop."

He started kissing my neck and groping my breasts from under my shirt.

"I'm not in the mood, Jason."

"I'll put you in the mood."

I grabbed his shoulders and held him away, but he forced himself completely onto my body. He was heavier and stronger than me. I felt helpless.

Tears clouded my vision. He held my thigh down with one hand and clenched my wrist with his other. His fingertips dug into my skin, sure to leave marks.

"J-jason, stop. Please," I begged.

"Why are you being difficult? I'm your boyfriend."

My feelings of sadness quickly turned to anger. This was the guy who ruined what I had with Nex. I had put up with his shit for what? Because I was scared my dad didn't accept me?

Jason began to pull my shirt up.

I used my free hand and shoved him roughly, causing him to stumble a bit. Using that to my advantage, I kicked him away and ran. He grabbed my arm but I pulled back and kept running.

Nobody was home so I had to fend for myself. Once downstairs I grabbed the golf club that my dad kept to the side.

Jason appeared in front of me. I held the club up like a baseball bat.

"I'm sick of your shit! You're a nasty bastard, get the fuck out of my house!"

"I've done nothing to you! A guy can't satisfy himself? You're my girlfriend!"

"I told you NO! I told you to get off! You continued!"

"You bitch! Stop acting like I raped you. I'm your boyfriend!"

"Get out of my HOUSE!!"

He just stood there. I hadn't stood up for myself to him before. We hadn't been dating that long and yet, it had escalated so horribly.