Waiting outside the lines

Chapter 11

We get there and he throws me on the couch again. I try to sit up but then he goes on me and I can't move. All his weight is on me and it was getting hard to breath. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?" I can't look at him. He looks me in the eyes but I don't look at him. I mean I used to like him and now I know he's just a monster. But I'm afraid if I do look at him, I'm going to see the guy I talked to that morning before he drove me to school. The sweet guy who made me feel like I didn't have to worry about anything.
"You know what I want. And I know you want it too. I told you you'd regret doing that before. And you didn't believe me. Do you believe me now?" I don't answer. "Fine, don't talk then. If that's what you want. You don't have to talk anyway."
He goes in to kiss me and I still don't look at him. His lips are on mine but I don't kiss him back. He gets upset and grabs me harder and says,"Do you really want to try my patience?" He kisses me again and, afraid of what he'd do if I didn't, I kiss him back and he runs his hands down my body. He starts at my shoulders, one hand stopping at my waist and the other on my.. I'm just gonna say backside. When he grabs my 'backside' I squeeze his shoulder. Not in a good way but because it reminded me of that day when he dropped me off at school and I actually liked him. When I squeezed his shoulder he laughed and said,"Oh you like that?" Then he moved so I was on top of him and he started kissing me again. He grabbed my backside again, except with both hands and held me really close to him. Probably so I couldn't get away. I try to not touch him but it was hard cause I was small and he was big and it was just uncomfortable. I try to get off of him but he's too strong. I try to roll off of him but his grip is too tight.
Then the light in my head turns on. I start kissing him more and more passionately and touch his hair and face. He loosens his grip on me a little and puts his hands on my waist.

When I was younger, my uncle taught me a lot. He said, when you meet someone, you must observe them and find their strengths and weaknesses just in case something happens between you and them. (This would be one of those moments.) I have observed Jake. His strengths: his strength, his looks, his fake charm and fake character. Weaknesses: he's strong but doesn't know any moves to protect himself, doesn't like when someone makes him feel lower then them(example: when Wayne told him he wasn't worth fighting and went crazy), takes too much pleasure in things, like things that are going on right now.
Another thing my uncle taught me was how to use people's strengths and weaknesses against them. Which is what I'm doing right now by making him enjoy himself and forget why he's here.
I also learned from him, you must gain their trust. Like them or not. Because you can use that for your advantage.
I know it sounds mean but he only meant in times of trouble. Like now.
So I also try to gain Jake's trust by making him enjoy it more and more.
Next thing I was taught was that I have to confuse them right before I get them. The 'get them' part is easy because I have practiced a lot of things with my uncle and can do almost everything perfectly. But right now I have to think of how I can confuse him. I try to think as I 'gain his trust' and I notice he loosens his grip on me more and more. I finally think of a way to confuse him and hope it works. It might hurt, but I think it'll work.
Jake starts kissing my neck and I open my eyes to make sure his are closed then look for something to throw. I look around, without moving my head too much, but don't see anything. Then I remember I have a clip in my hair. I take the clip out and aim it at a small vase on a table by the couch. I only have one shot. I aim and throw it hard at the vase. It hits the vase but doesn't fall. It just moves it. Dang it! It was so close to the edge. I look for something else to throw but then see the vase move a little. It starts to tip and CRASH!! Jake looks up and says,"What was..." Right as he starts talking, he looses focus and I grab him as hard as I can and roll over so we fall on the floor. I land on my arm hard but adrenaline kicks in and I don't feel it that much. I'm at the bottom but Jake is still confused and unfocused so I move so I'm on top and he is face down. I hold him in an arm lock like he did to me before. "Do you like that?! Huh Jake?" He laughs and says,"Wow you're stronger than you look little girl. Did you learn that in karate lessons?"
I grab him harder and he groans in pain,"You wish I just knew karate." I look around for something to tie his arms with and see something that's tied to the couch that's supposed to make it look fancy I guess. I untie it from the couch, with one hand still on Jake. I make a movable knot(with my mouth and one hand) on the fabric and make a hole big enough for Jake's hands. This whole time, Jake is talking to me saying all these things about what he's gonna do when I let him go and a few other words I probably shouldn't mention. But I don't pay much attention. I know I have to focus on what I'm doing so I tune him out and keep working. I put the fabric around his wrists but make sure he can't feel it. I knot the other end of the fabric to a heavy table by me (again with one hand and my mouth) and then tighten the other side just a little bit by pulling the fabric. Just to make sure I did the knot right. Then I turn his body and head a little bit so he can see me better. But I'm still holding his hands back. I look at him and say,"I'm so sorry." I kiss him and let go of his hands and he kisses me back. Not knowing the fabric, is there he tries to move his hands but when he does he tightens it around himself without realizing. He keeps trying to pull, which just makes it tighter, and tries to free himself but can't. (That is how I use his strength against him) I run to a room that has office supplies and I look through stuff, praying the fabric doesn't rip and the table stays, and finally find what I'm looking for. I go back to Jake with one of those things people use to take staples off paper that kinda look like a crocodile mouth with really sharp teeth. Then I connect it to the fabric so that when he tries to pull it, this digs into his skin. I get it to stay on and he tries to move but then yells in pain. He curses at me from the ground and I look down at him. "Not so fun when the tables are turned huh?" He spits at my foot and says some more things I shouldn't mention.

Then I hear someone say,"Janey? Are you okay?" I hear steps on the stairs and without thinking I run up the stairs and grab my little brother. I take him to his room and he asks,"What happened sissy? Are you okay?!!" He points at my ripped pajamas and I think of what to say,"Um yea I'm fine. I just dropped a vase. I didn't want you to go downstairs because there's a lot of glass."
"Okay. Can you read me a bed time story?!"
I hesitate,"Ok a short one." He gives me a book and I read it. After a little bit more than five minutes, he's a asleep and I go back downstairs.

The sight I see almost makes my heart stop. I look to where I left Jake and don't see anything.
Jake is gone!!