Triggered

Part 6

Jacob throws me onto the bed and crawls on top of me. He locks our lips together is a sloppy kiss. His eyes are now full of lust. I flip us so I'm on top of him. I kiss down his bare chest and pull his boxers back with my mouth. He puts his hand in my hair and pulls it, telling me to stop teasing. I pull his boxers down and~

I wake up to see Jacob's face inches away from mine. His hand is on my waist, holding me close to him. I'm not wearing the same clothes as I was when I got here. I'm shirtless and wearing some long gray sweats. My boner very evident. I try to get up but Jacob's grip on my hip is too strong for me to get out of without waking him. I lay my head back down and wait for him to wake up. I immediately start thinking of the dream I was having. 

What did that dream mean? Did I have a crush on Jacob. No. surely not. 

Around 6:30 he wakes up. 

"Good morning Sunshine," he says sitting up.

"Good morning, I thought you were gonna sleep all day."

"It's only 6:30, be patient, how long have you been up?"

"Not that long, only like an hour."

"You could've woke me up."

"You looked like you were sleeping good though, so I let you sleep."

He smiles. "Well, thanks Bryce."

He pulls the blanket off of us and gets up. I follow behind. The sweats I had on fell to my ankles when I stood. 

"Oh um, sorry about that you were pretty tired so I just grabbed you the first pair I found."

"They're fine, they're just a bit big."

I look down to see that Jacob is wearing just some sweats. I look down at his abs. My lorddddd. This man is fine. I think I might like him.

"Bryce, my eyes are up here," he said, placing hid fingers under my chin and making me look him in the eyes.

I turn beet red. "Uh, sorry, I was just looking at, um," I fumble my words in embarrassment. 

"Bryce, you don't have to explain," he says, letting go of my chin. 

I nod and bow my head in disappointment. I cannot believe I just got caught looking at Jacob's body. Ace would give me so much shit for this.

I walk to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My hair, flat against my face. Lifeless. My eyes are dark and my face is the color of Clifford. I shake my head. Jacob knocks on the door. 

"You okay in there?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in just a second." 

I walk out of the bathroom. Jacob is sitting on his bed, on his phone. I lay down next to him. He's watching TikTok.  MY TikToKS!! He watches a video of me dancing to Thick Fine Woman. He slowly looks up from his phone at me. 

"I didn't know you danced."

"That's not really "dancing." 

"Yeah it is."

"I just do those silly TikTok dances for fun." 

"Oh yeah?"

I nod and pull my phone out of my pocket. 7:30. A text from my dad telling me to come home now.

I look at Jacob. "I have to go, my dad wants me home."

"Alright, I'll see you at school."

"Yeah, I completely forgot we had school today, also, could you maybe drive me home, on your way?"

He smiles and nods, "Let me get dressed." 

I walk downstairs and sat on the couch and waited for Jacob to walk downstairs. 5 minutes go by and he walks downstairs wearing ripped jeans and a big black jacket over a white V-neck, and boots. 

We walk outside and get into his car. He plays music on the way to my house. I recognize most of the songs he plays except for one. The only one he sung along to. A song called Dear Maria, Count Me In. I've never heard of it before, but the sound of it reminds me of Jacob. 

We pull into my driveway and I get out. Jacob rolls the window down. 

"Hey, you wanna work again tonight?"

"I'll have to ask my dad, but I don't see why not."

I smile and watch him pull out of the driveway as I walk into the house. Not knowing what was waiting for me on the other side of that door. 

I walk in and am greeted by my angry father. 

"Where the hell were you?"

"I went to work on a project for school."

He grabs the collar of my shirt.

"Stupid little boy, you should've asked me first."

He strikes my face and throws me to the ground. 

"Dad, please don't do this," I whimper as I try to crawl away from him.

He kicks my ribs. "What did I fucking tell you last time you snuck out?"

"To ask before I leave."

"That's right, boy."

He kicks in the mouth. 

"Get your ass up and talk to me, boy."

I stand up and look at him, blood running from my mouth. My lip swollen. 

"You're fucking pathetic, you know that, you're worthless, Bryce, what do you think your mother would say?"

"I think she'd be more disappointed in you than in me."

His eyes widen at the fact I had something to say. He lifts his hand up again and......

------------------------------------------------------------Sorry for this but I wanted to do something other than homework, so it's kind of short. I will be adding more as much as I can, but I really don't know how often that will be.