How it happened

Part 3: Punishments

Harper's POV:

After our encounter with Alex, Jackson practically drags me back to the apartment while whispering vile things in my ear.

What were you gonna do with him you fucking slut?

I leave you alone for one second and you cheat on me?

As soon as the door shuts and we're inside I'm pushed against it roughly. Jackson's hand wraps around my neck as I feel the air leave my lungs. 

"Really? You're just gonna fucking cheat on me in the open like that? You fucking slut how long have you been fucking him?" When I don't respond he throws me to the ground. I feel my head hit the hard flooring and I almost blackout but, he forces me up.

In a deadly calm voice he reminds me "You know what dirty sluts do? They get punished. Now you get your punishment." I watch as he unhooks his belt and slides his pants off. I'm forced on my knees as I beg,

"Please Jackson, I'm sorry please don't make me do this," My heads knocked the the side as he slaps me.

"Make you? Bitch this is an honor. It's an honor to suck my cock. Now fucking listen" He forces my mouth open as he shoves his appendage inside. I'm gagging and crying as he goes and it feels like it goes on for hours until he finally finishes and holds my mouth shut until I swallow. 

Once he's done with me I'm tossed to the ground like the trash that I feel like I am. I sit there watching Jackson's retreating figure before slowly getting up to get ready for work. 

I rush to the bathroom, locking the door before crouching by the toilet and vomiting my guts into it. I feel so dirty so used so weak but I remind myself, if I didn't disobey I wouldn't be punished, Jackson loves me. But does he really?

I force myself into a warm shower, washing my long brown waves and scrubbing Jackson's hands from my body. Once I step out and into the cold bathroom I see myself in the mirror. I'm so dull. My brown hair flops down my body like a soaking mop and my skin is pale which makes my bright blue eyes stand out even more. I look like crap. Still I force myself the cover the new bruises with heavy concealer, I can't cover the finger prints around my neck so I wear a black turtle neck underneath my uniform before rushing out of the house.