Abused: He killed my innocence

Abused: [3]

Jaslyn POV

Here I am... 5 years later still a slave. Not for my mum though. For my boyfriend Jake. I can't believe I'm living the life of a slave since I can remember. My mum is in rehab while my "dad" had jail time and he was coming out in no time soon. Or at least that was what the cops told me. They said that unless he has good behaviour, he will be in jail for up till his whole life. Which of course I hope is true. But the cops have been calling me a couple of times to tell me that my dad was good in jail and they are trying to delay letting him out knowing what he will do. But they cant hold for long. Hopefully some drunk guy hits my dad and he hits back. That should make him stay for a couple of months more. I definitely do not need him in my life especially since now I "belong" to Jake. Jake knew about my story and there was a couple of times he cared for me....

Like that time when I broke my rib and had to be in the hospital. He was so worried and concerned for me.... He brought me food knowing that I will not eat, he took care of me, made me stay in bed till I was certified as fully recovered.... He cared... But I just dont know why he treats me like a slave after all the caring... He does have a soft side but he keeps it locked in. I know the true side of him, I've experienced his kindness and concern, yet after that he acts like he doesnt care and treats me like a slave. Maybe it is just tryiing to be tough or maybe his childhood was terrible like mine too.... I try to break down that shell of his yet, he ignores me. I get annoyed alot of times. How he can be nice one moment and an asshole the next....

I was cleaning the countertop while in deep thoughts when Jake sudden just grab me by my hair and pull me to him. He slapped me.

"You idiot!" He spat in digust. "How many times do I have to tell you that you are suppose to clean up the whole house without a speck of dust?! Look at this!" He used his finger and swept across the floor. Because I was cleaning the kitchen after the mess he made while making a sandwich. He technically utilized the whole god damn kitchen just for 2 pieces of bread and some turkey ham. This is why I prepare most of the meals.

"Im sorry Jake... I'll clean it immediately...."

"You better get it done soon! I need to be out for a while. When I come home at 7, I expect the house to be sparkling clean and my steak dinner to be prepared. Remember, I want gravy on mine. You can prepare a set for yourself too. Remember to dress nicely. If you dont have anymore nice dresses, there is one in the guest room closet. Be in your best tonight. I expect you to make yourself look better. I dont want to see any of the scars. Understand?"

"Yes Jake... I understand....."

"Good. now go clean up!"

After that, he grabbed his key and phone and left the house. I wondered what was the occasion to be nice especially since we are eating at home and hearing him say to let me have steak other than the leftovers I used to eat was a surprise. But I had to follow orders. He does technically own me though. I hurriedly clean the kitchen and mopped the whole house. I then had to make the bed and re-arrange the furnitures. By the time all the chores were done and it was sparkling enough and the dinner was done, it was 6pm. I hurriedly grabbed the dress in the guest room and went to the bathroom to shower. I used my favourite Lavender body wash and a nourishing shampoo and conditioner. When I'm done showering, it was 6:30. I grabbed my make-up pouch and used my concealer to cover up the bruises I got a couple of days ago when I didn't make Jake breakfast. I applied a thin layer of BB cream and used a natural palatte for my eyes and applied a light pink lipstick and used a bit of blush. I hurriedly applied eyeliner, curled my lashes and applied mascara. When I'm done, It was 6:45pm. I took a hair curler and curled the ends of my hair. Thankfully it only took 5 mins. I rushed downstairs to serve the meal and by the time I was done, Jake came home waring a suit.