Criminal love

~Chapter 3~

"What are y-" I get cut off as his lips crash into mine. Shocked, I hesitate, but I stupidly kiss back. As the kiss gets more heated, he shoves me back on his bed. "W-what are you doing?" I ask nervously. He ignores me and smirks, ripping my clothes off. I wince and he starts to unzip his pants..

I awake, bolting up right in the bed and gasping for breath. That dream..it was awful. Just awful...

He wouldn't really kiss me...or..I couldn't think the word. It was horrible and sickening to think about. He seemed nice enough. He wouldn't...rape me...there's that word. It sounded so bad in my head that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.

I got up slowly and stretched, yawning, though it had to be at least 5:30 pm...how long did I have that nightmare? I made my way over to my closet, which was a walk in and actually quite large for my pitiful collection of clothes.

He'd showed me around the house-MANSION-after dinner, so I knew where everything was. I changed into my old torn up black and white long sleeved t shirt and black skirt. I put on my beat up black converse and go downstairs to the kitchen.

He was there, sitting at the table and eating. I look down as I hurry to my seat and sit down swiftly. He says a small "hello." but I ignore it. He raises his eyebrows at me "Jackie?"

"I think I'm only going to stay for one more day." I say quickly, nervously. I meet his gaze and instantly look back down. "Why?" He asks. I shook my head and kept silent. I kept my head down and picked at my plate of food.

"Jackie?" He asks, firmer this time. I shake my head again. He sighs and rubs his face. "What is it Jackie?" He asks gently yet firmly.

"I had a dream that we kissed." I didn't dare tell him about the rape part. He raised his eyebrows. "That we kissed? That's why you're acting so strange around me?" He chuckled slightly and I flushed red, angry and embarrassed.

I run upstairs quickly and make it to my bedroom door. He somehow beats me and closes the door before I can go in. I turn around to protest but his lips crash into mine firmly.

I hesitated. He was actually kissing me. This rich stranger that I barely knew was kissing me. And the truth was, I liked it. I threw all my morals away and kissed back. He kissed me hard, and I kissed back hard.

He finally pulled away after a minute and smirked at me "goodnight Jackie..." And he left me, standing there in the doorway, dazed.