Just For A Perfect Life

Chapter 9

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"Jake, I don't know whether my mom would allow!" I felt something bad coming this night and I wanted to avoid it, "I cannot also skip on work"

"09:00 is the time, Anne I don't care about anything else" He got up and gave me a long lustful look before leaving. His gaze had made me feel very uncomfortable. How will I survive him at night? 

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I could not help but think about Ryan. How would he feel if Jake tells him the truth? My lies kept up our relationship, lies about my father being a respectable man who was dead then and that I have no siblings at all, when really my brother was involved in all the bad things. My father had attempted to kill his uncle! It kept on replaying in my mind. Jake was in full control of me, I had no choice but to comply with whatever he asked. I was too disturbed already by the new development. 

Although I felt like checking facts about the whole thing, was it really Ryan's uncle, the situation was similar in both accounts, by Jake and Ryan. I wanted to know where and in what condition his uncle is. Maybe Ryan had said something about him being in mild coma condition after the attack. Hope lightened in me that if I am able to prove Jake wrong he would not intimidate me any longer. The hope went out as soon as it had lightened for my brother was still there, a figure of shame for any respectable person. 

I sighed, but still when called mom and asked her the details of Dad. She hesitated before telling me that Shawn Davis was the person and was coming out of a bank with money. Even after hearing it for the second time it was as if my heart stopped for a few seconds at the words. Davis, Ryan's family name, it was certainly hid uncle. I needed no other confirmation and neither could I make any excuses now with myself that I can ever get away from Jake.

There was an hour left and Jake would be here to pick me anytime soon but I was in no mood for getting ready. I remembered when I was going with Ryan I was so exited that I could not contain myself and spent hours getting ready. About half an hour later I got up, showered and changed into a long sweater/cardigan that went past my thighs and warm skin tight jeans. I wanted to be modest with clothing. He gazed in a way that he could see you even beneath the clothes. I felt a chill at thought. I applied almost no make up and wore simple everyday sneakers. I took my coat and left the flat/apartment. 

Half way down building stairs I met Jake. He was dressed semi formal. Any other girl would just stand there stunned but I had no respect or love to give him. He was rather disappointed to see me all covered like this. A high neck so no deep cleavage to stare at. No short tight sweater and perfect body shape to enjoy.

"I guess you have worn either very old clothes or have accidentally worn your mom's" He said sounding a bit angry.

"Oh no! This is new in fact an 'in' fashion thing" I said acting completely normal. 

He did not argue further but checked his watch and motioned me to follow. At one point I thought he might tell me to change. 

I followed to car and sat in front seat inching towards the door as much as I could. He had an old car so it took it's time to start. Once on I warmed myself from what little heat the car heater had. He drove fast, very fast. I was fine with fast but not with carelessness.

I let out deep breath as the car stopped. We had stopped at a restaurant. We ordered and sat in silence. He was staring at me. His eyes moved over every inch of my body. I felt very uncomfortable so started a conversation.

"So...what is so special about today?" I asked.

He smiled at his victory, he had made me talk," Today is the day we first met". 

"Oh" It was all I could manage. 

"Why Oh, I knew you won't remember, but from today you will always" he smirked. I failed to grasp the true meaning of his words but something was there.

"Meeting you was my biggest mistake why would I remember such a day..." I replied harshly. 

"I still remember the time when you did not know about the gang thing and you actually talked to me as if I am human". 

"So I asked you to leave gangs again and again, you didn't listen now it's too late". I replied. 

Jake smirked "Your presence alone is a drug, if you would not come in my life willingly I will forcefully drag you in it, I know a bit too much of your family history that a point will cone that your mom herself would unite us".

"You will blackmail her too" I frowned. 

The waiter came with our food. I ate little. I just wanted to be away from him but I could not. As soon as he finished I got up and went outside to the car. Jake paid the bill and followed. 

I closed my eyes wanting to just reach home. The car took a sharp turn and we stopped in front of a small house. I figured it was his. Panic surged through me. Jake opened the door for me but I refused to come out. 

"Please I want to go home, I am tired Jake" 

He pulled me out of the car. My arm hurt from where he had taken hold of it. I followed silently, knowing that I had no choice. It struck me, what he had said at the restaurant, I would not ever forget the date again. 

He grabbed me by my wrist and made me follow him in his house. It was a small place, we walked right into the living room. It was a mess, then he dragged me further inside his room. His room was clean and had very good furniture. 

He answered my mental question of how he has such expensive stuff by saying, "When you are in a gang these things are complementary"

I figured his gang had stolen this stuff. He suddenly turned me around and kissed my roughly. He moved me towards the large bed. Tears welled up at the thought of what would happen next. I had to run. I tried to get out of his grasp and managed to push him off me and ran for the door but he grabbed me, angrily. I let out a small scream as it hurt where he touched. I still tried. He was taking my shirt off. I kept trying to get away. He slapped hard across my face and I fell back in defeat. Tears rolled down my cheek as I submitted myself to him.