prologue

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As I press my lips against the cool glass of the pipe I inhale the somehow both sweet and bitter smoke. Its risky especially for me to smoke on school campus. Today just isn't the day for goody two shoes Jessica. The stress of all of this school shit is way too much. Its either smoke a little bit or have an anxiety attack in the middle of class again. I choose the first one.
As I walk back to class after my "bathroom break" I see Daymien standing by my locker.
"Where the fuck have you been?!" he asks.
"I had to pee. I couldn't hold it in anymore." I reply casually.
"Don't even try that shit with me Jessica. You never leave class. Where the fuck were you?" he half yell half whispers.
I try to walk away but he catches my arm roughly.
"Were you out with that douche bag, George?" he accuses. "I've seen how you've been looking at him." he violently pulls me towards him. Spinning me so my back is against the lockers and he is pressed against me. "I am the only person That's allowed to touch you." I nod knowing there's No point arguing. He grabs my chest harshly making me wince. "I am the ONLY one that can touch You here. I am the only one that can touch you this way. Do You understand?" I nod. "Answer me!" I feel his thumb press into my ribs causing a tear to roll down my cheek.
"I understand." I squeak unable to make myself sound any more powerful. The bell for the end of the day rings. As a save for his image he pulls my lips to his as kids flood the halls.
"Good. Now lets go. I don't have all day." he says pulling me toward the doors to the parking lot. I quickly grab to my bag and walk with him.
Daymien is my boyfriend. We've been together for three years now. He never used to get violent until his mother passed away last year. From my understanding his father was violent with him So he moved out and got his own apartment. I practically live with him. I stay there every night. I only ever go to my mothers house when my extended family visits. All of my clothes and makeup and what not are at Daymien's place. We really love each other. He just has different ways of showing it. He's really amazing when He's happy. I just have to be careful. I can keep him happy. I can do it. I've seen it.

As we get in the car I throw my bag in the back knowing that he doesn't like the front cluttered. We stop at Starbucks and get some coffee... Oh dear. He only gets coffee when he wants to have energy. And his favorite exercise is...well in simplest terms...fucking me. Pardon my crudeness. My palms start to sweat as I realize what mood He's in. I stand on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek As we wait in line. When he sees my attempt He turns toward me and wraps his arms around my waist kissing my lips softly. God I love him. He pecks my nose and lets go to grab out drinks. I got a caramel macchiato. He got some holiday blend with two shots of espresso. As we turn to leave I see him smirk. Oh dear what could He have planned now?

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