His Prisoner

This Is My House [3]

Meredith

[9 weeks pregnant]

The house Jack and I live in actually belonged to my parents. When they died, it was left to me but I was too young to run a house and so Jack took it over. I assumed that once I turned eighteen, Jack would sign it over to me. It never happened and when I asked Jack about it, he said he would do it once I turned twenty-one. He said I would be more responsible by then and have a job to support myself. 

Since then I haven't thought about it much but at the time it puzzled me that he wouldn't sign it over to me. It's my house. Now as I tidy up some papers that are lying around, I pause when something catches my eye.

Ownership Agreement Contract 

Putting down the papers I have already collected, I pick up the contract and flick through it. A lot of it is terms of the agreement and policy stuff but right at the end is two names. Neither of them is mine. One is Jack's name and his signature. The other name is an Eliot Hunt. There's no signature next to his name. I frown as I look over the document again. Surely this isn't right. This can't be my house. But as far as I know, Jack doesn't own any other properties.

"What are you doing?" I gasp and spin around to face Jack.

I didn't know he was home, he's supposed to be at work today. Since the argument two weeks ago in front of the mysterious stranger, Jack and I have been OK. He had apologised to me later that night when I had calmed down and things were going well.

Until now.

"What is this?" I ask holding up the document.

He eyes it for a moment before trying to snatch it from me. I pull away and take a few steps back.

"Don't even. Who the hell is Eliot Hunt and why are you selling him my damn house?!" I explode, waving the paper around.

"It's my house." He snarls back at me.

"No, it isn't! This is my house and you're not fucking selling it, Jack!" 

"Give me the document Meredith." He demands, holding out his hand.

I smirk. I wave the document in his face.

"See this." I then proceed to rip it up into pieces and let it flutter to the floor. "This is my house. No one is buying it."

The confidence I felt before I ripped up the document was sky high. Now as I look into the dark and angry eyes of Jack Morgan, I feel it slipping. An animalistic type growl escapes his lips and suddenly his hand is wrapped around my throat as he pushes me back into the wall.

I claw at his hand gasping for air as his fingers curl tightly around my throat. 

"J-Jack!" I wheeze desperately, my nails digging into his skin.

He doesn't seem to hear me, his eyes are glazed over and predatory. I've never seen him look this way and it scares me.

"This is my house and I'll do what I like with it. Do you understand me?" The tears fill my eyes and fall effortlessly down my cheeks as I nod as much as I can with his hand still wrapped around my throat.

He growls once more before dropping me to the floor. I cough and wheeze as the oxygen fills my lungs, watching his footsteps disappear. I drop my head to the carpeted floor and sob. What just happened?

I must kneel on the floor for at least ten minutes before I slowly stagger to my feet and make my way upstairs. Jack is nowhere to be seen as I walk into the bedroom and for that I'm grateful. I don't want to see him. Stumbling into the bathroom, the first thing I do is take a look at my neck in the mirror.