Chapter Eight: Yellow; Caution, The Trigger

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After a few weeks of avoiding Beth and trying to move on from my mistake, it has become easier to go to my classes and enjoy the fact that Samuel and I spend all of our free time together. Everything almost feels normal again, as if Beth never came into my life.

I look up from the plate in front of me and into Samuel's eyes to see him hardcore staring at me. I smile at him.

"Something on your mind my, my love?" I ask.

"Nothing. Just, you're beautiful." He pauses and then looks me up and down. "And very sexy."

I feel my face turn a little red. I don't know what it is, but since our argument in the truck we have had a lot of sex. A lot more than ever before. At least twice a day.

"Babe, you know I have class soon."

Samuel stands up from his seat and then walks over to me. He caresses my face and slowly moves his hand down my neck to my breast.

"You will be in class on time." He then leans down in my ear and bites my ear lobe. "I just want to be inside of you."

Even though we have been having a lot of sex, it's always the same. He just wants to be inside of me and I feel like I can't say no. There is no emotion to it anymore and I never feel good afterwards.

"Samuel, I really need to get to class." I managed to say.

"It won't be long."

"I know, I know, but I can't keep showing up late. I really need to get going."

Warning: Physical and Emotional Abuse

"What does that mean?" Samuel says as he quickly removes his hand off of my breast.

His tone has changed and the look in his eyes went from lust to aggression so very quickly. I have never said no before to him, not like this. I have never tried to get him to listen.

"I didn't mean it like that. I know it won't be that long, but I really want to go."

"I don't think so."

I look up at him and now I am a little upset. "Why not?"

"Avery, do you understand what you did to me?"

He's talking about the party. Of course.

"When I got drunk?"

"You got drunk and let a girl fuck you." He takes a step back and becomes more angry. "Do you understand what that does to a man?" Before I could answer his question he continues. "It makes a man feel less than a man when a girl has to go and cheat, but to cheat with a girl makes a man feel like they can never please a girl right ever again."

"You know that's not true."

"Shut up, Avery. Let me continue." He pauses. "You think I'm stupid, don't you? You think that just because I am not a college student like you I don't know that you're not finishing during the sex we have had the last few weeks and above all you think I don't know you're lying to me about it?" He is almost yelling at me.

How did he know? Why is he now bringing all this up?

"You know I don't think you're stupid or that I am better than you because I know I am not."

"You're right, you're not better than me because I would never do what you did to me to you." He pauses. "The only reason why I have been continuously wanting to fuck you before you go to school and after is to reassure that at least when you go to school you're thinking about me and not some girl and after school happy to come home to me and not some girl, but you wouldn't get that because you didn't get cheated on."

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