Lost in Reverie [FxF]

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And it begins! *buckles in* <:-D this song has always been on repeat for when writing this book. Technically this song alone was the main inspiration for writing this book!!

Italic font means its her inner thoughts.

warning:: dub-con, mentions of r*pe (no details), and violence

  

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Jules 

   I sat in the passenger seat, my face a mask of indifference, though I could feel the streams of hot tears cascading down my cheeks. I tried to maintain my composure, to appear strong, but inside, my heart was a tangled mess of emotions. Pain. Betrayal. Disgust. The list went on, each feeling digging deeper into my soul.

Nario, sitting beside me in the driver's seat, his muscular frame seeming even more imposing in the confined space of his car, ordered our food. It was 2 a.m., and the McDonald's drive-thru was quiet, save for the hum of the intercom and the occasional rustle of night wind. He had said the Big Mac meal was a thank you gift, but I knew better. It was nothing more than a pitiful attempt to placate me after what he had taken from me.

"Stop being so overdramatic, Jules," he snapped, his voice a grating mixture of frustration and impatience. "I have needs, you know. And I waited long enough."

I stared at him, my vision blurred by the tears. Three months. Three months of dating, and in his mind, that was long enough to justify pushing me into something I wasn't ready for. My opinion, my readiness, my consent - none of it mattered to him. It was as if my voice had been drowned out by his desires, my autonomy overshadowed by his impatience.

"Needs?" I repeated, my voice hollow. "What about my needs, Nario? What about how I felt? We both knew I wasn't ready. But you... you just didn't care."

He rolled his eyes, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "We've been together for three months, Jules. It's not like I forced you."

"Didn't you?" My voice was barely above a whisper, the words heavy with the weight of the truth. "You knew I wasn't ready. You knew, and you didn't care. You used me, Nario. For your pleasure, and all I felt was pain."

The argument escalated, our voices clashing in the small space of the car. We were a mess of conflicting views - his frustration at having waited, my anguish at being pushed aside. The tension was palpable, a thick fog of unresolved emotions and unspoken words.

Suddenly, the car's Bluetooth system chimed, and a phone call connected automatically. Both of us froze, startled. A tired, feminine voice filled the car, punctuated by the sound of children crying in the background.

"Nario, when are you coming off your shift? The kids can't sleep without you-!"

He quickly hung up, but the damage was done. I stared at him, dumbfounded, my mind struggling to process what I had just heard.

"You have kids?" My voice was a tremor of disbelief. "A family?"

He looked away, guilt and irritation mingling on his face. "Jules, it's not what you think."