Stubborn But Broken

Chapter 2

I had the rest of the week off which was bittersweet. I was thankful I didn't have to run into that asshole, Theron, and I had more time for completing homework. But the cons out-weighed the pros. Jason was around more than usual. I had known him since I was sixteen, a year after I had moved out from my mother's home. He found me one night walking back to the homeless shelter and befriended me overtime. He gave me warmer sweaters and thicker socks and eventually, I trusted the man enough to move in with him. When Jason offered, I hadn't had much of a choice anyways. I obliged to his requests and house rules. But sometimes I wished I'd never accepted the invitation in the first place. Things might have turned out different if I hadn't of moved in. Not necessarily better, but certainly different.

Jason was thirty when we met, now the man was a bulky thirty-three year old. He carried a deceivingly welcome presence that I once believed. Until the sick man told me of the 'terms and conditions'. He would allow me to pay rent with money. Instead, I was forced to repay him by tending to his repulsing sexual needs. I tried refusing when I was younger, I had to fight him off me a couple of times. I knew the only reason he'd stopped was because he wanted to. I knew I was physically weak.

I often have nightmares of the predator. I suffer through the imagined reality of Jason above me in the dark, only to realize I was never dreaming.

I'd thought of moving out countless of times, but I couldn't. Not with my shortage of money and extreme fear of living alone. It seemed I was better off living with a sex-offender than by myself. The devil you know is often better than the devil you don't, was what my mother used to say. She was a narcissist, I hardly took her advice to heart.

"Sweetie," Jason called through my bedroom door as he jiggled the lock. I cringed at his 'endearment'.

The doorknob was practically broken because of the times he'd fought to get into my room. The lock didn't truly work, it merely slowed the predator down.

"Yeah?" I shoved my school notes under my bed for some unknown reason.

The wooden door swung open, the aggressive behaviour didn't match his velvet voice, "Sweetie you know how I feel about the door. It needs to stay open."

I nodded. If it wasn't for the fact Jason literally provided me shelter, I wouldn't have been so lenient with him.

"You're going to overheat in that sweater," he walked over to me.

I stood up quickly, yet unable to size him up. Black spots danced across my vision at my sudden movement, I really needed to eat.

Jason's chubby fingers grasped the zipper of my sweater and brought it down. His breathing was thick and stuffy. He'd slid it off my arms, dropping it onto the floor. "Make sure to fold it nicely. I don't want my money going to waste." He didn't move.

I looked down to the item at his feet, attempting to lift it up briskly. But as soon as my eyes reached the height of his hip, Jason tilted his pelvis forward and brushed my head against his dick.

I rolled to the side, already having dealt with this before. "Jason, not today. I have assignments to finish." I breathed from the ground.

"No work though?" He slowly creeped before me.

I swallowed, my heart beating in my throat and ringing in my ears. I wished I was a good liar.

He knew what my silence meant, "I can give you work, sweetie."

"No, I'm okay. School is enough." I froze, kneeling on the same spot I had rolled onto. Shit shit shit, I was kneeling.

"It's almost been two weeks, Alora." Jason fiddled with the buckle of his belt, removing it. "Another two weeks of free housing." His shorts slid down. "It won't take a long as last time sweetie, I promise."

"You always say that," my lips trembled, aware of what was to come. "I can pay you with money, Jason. I can't afford average rent, but I can still pay you. Tell me how much."

He chuckled while pulling down his boxers. "Three thousand, sweetie. You don't have the cash. I'm doing you a favour, remember? I'm doing this for you. Now, it's this or I break your ribs."

His disgusting dick hung in front of me as I contemplated my limited options. Broken ribs would prevent me from working. I needed work to earn money and get out of here.

"Sweetie," His fat hands gripped my head, forcing my lips to meet with his length. "I'm generous with you, but I don't have to be. You know this."

My eyes squinted as I opened my mouth and gave in to Jason's coercion. Above everything I felt and hated towards him, was fear. I couldn't escape him now, but I would eventually. I had to. My tear ducts watered and a pressure built in my head, but I continued. Every time I had tried to escape, Jason found my hidden stash of money and spent it all. He bought pointless clothing pieces and useless objects for me. He stole my own money and showered me with fake gifts to keep me under his control.

This time, I had removed a piece of the floor board and hid the money under it. It was almost enough for a bus to take me hours and hours away. I was planning to leave this hell-hole. I was going to leave without saying a word. That way Jason couldn't even find me through my friends. Well, friend. Tory was the only person I considered one. Although I hated the thought of disappearing on her, I couldn't stay in this city. I would never feel safe with Jason around.

A warm liquid released into my mouth, pulling me from my thoughts, as I flew back from the man, choking and spiting it out. I was going to barf up the emptiness in my stomach if Jason's cum was the only thing I ate today.

"All these years and you still can't swallow?" He tutted, "We'll keep working on it." The gross man scratched his balls right in front of me, dick still at my eye level, before re-clothing himself. Jason knelt down and brought his fingers to squeeze my lips together, puffing out my cheeks. "Good job sweetie,"