"Wake up babe," a voice mumbled. I turned onto my side and groaned as I felt a sharp sting bolt straight to it. I screamed in pain and shot up with wide eyes.
The familiar scenery was small, but as I kept staring off it was getting smaller and smaller. It was my hotel room, but the lights were on in the bathroom. I never leave them on.
I tried to catch my breath as my chest heaved up and down, but then I realized that someone was here with me. My heart rate was louder than the buzzing in my head as I snapped my head to my right and saw Jack. A wave of relief suddenly went through me, knowing it was just a dream.
"Holy shit," I breathed, holding my head in my hands. What the hell is wrong with me? Is this a dream? No, Jack's here.
"What?" He laughed, sitting up against the headboard with a lopsided smile across his face. I groaned again and held my side. Then, something moved.
"Wh- what the fuck?!" I screamed and jumped up, only to earn another sharp pain. It was still fuzzy and I didn't know what was happening, but it felt like someone was inside of me, trying to find their way out clumsily. I screamed again in horror and felt tears prickling at my eyes, daring to fall.
"What is happening?!" I called to anyone willing to listen, gripping the sheets beside me as the squirming inside of me wouldn't stop. I whimpered and screwed my eyes closed as I felt myself getting weaker by the second. Then, I felt the bed dip down by my feet.
My eyes slowly peeled opened and the vision of a man climbing up to me peered through. All too fast, he gripped my legs and pulled them apart. I squirmed to shut them as he held my knees away from each other. Finally, with a frustrated grunt, I managed to close them and have him not to touch me for about ten seconds which was good enough for me. There was already sweat dripping down my face along my hairline.
"Open them," the man's deep voice demanded sharply. It was now pitch black and I couldn't see anything, not even his face. Why is this happening? Why me?
"No!" I yelled, but he put his hand over my mouth to muffle my pleading cries. The tears that have been begging to come out poured down my face in salty streams. I let out a defeated cry as he removed his hand and opened my legs again. I glanced beside me to see why Jack wasn't doing anything, but he wasn't there.
He ran his fingers from my ankles up to my thighs in a slow movement. I whimpered as he opened them wider and got closer, making our hips touch. Checking for him again, I turned my head to see if he was maybe back from getting help. But no luck.
No one was at the cracked door that was barely visible or beside me. No one was there to help me this time.
His hands were rough and bruised along with the smell of iron coming from them. I yelped again as I felt the thick liquid on my stomach and more tears falling down my face.
"Stop screaming!" The man yelled, causing the room to fall silent again and me to flinch. He continued his movements up my stomach and squeezed my chest harshly. I almost screamed again so someone can hear me, but I knew it wasn't wise.
No one would hear me.
The iron smell got stronger as his hand found my face, gripping my jaw. I spit at his face, disgusted by him completely. He stopped moving for a second and just stayed still. There was something sinister in the smirk that played against his lips
"Aw," he paused as I caught a glimpse of his other hand swipe up to his face. "You're going to regret that, baby girl." The word rolled off his tongue in a horrid manner that made me want to throw up in disgust. I squirmed beneath him and turned my head as he brought his face closer to mine. Now I was feeling like I should just give up as the feeling was soon gone in my legs.
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Best friends or more? (Jack Gilinsky fanfic)
Fanfiction"I made a huge mistake," he shook his head as he mumbled in his hands. "And what was that?" I asked shakily. "I fell in love with my best friend."
