Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

You Did

TRIGGER WARNING

Hey everyone, Taco here.
I know I already put a trigger warning at the beginning of this book, but this chapter most definitely deserves another one. If for any reason you feel anxious or uncomfortable after this chapter, please do not be afraid to message me or just ask to talk in the comments. (I'm basically always on if you need someone to talk to.)
I do not want to upset anyone, and I want to make sure you're all alright.
Love you all ❤️
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"JORDAN!" Tom's desperate voice shouted. "JORDAN, HE HURT YOU!"

My body was frozen in an endless abyss of darkness. Hallucinations of Tom's mangled body covered my vision.

James' arm twitched around my body. I was snuggled close to him.

My breathing began to quicken, my chest felt as if it was collapsing.

I want Tom. I need Tom.

Kicking the covers away from my body, I struggled to get away from James' body.

The eternal darkness and mirages of my lover's broken body quickly vanished.

A sharp pain erupted up my leg, as an invisible knife stabbed into my pelvis.

"Jordy, Jordy, what's wrong?" James asked.

My lungs stung as I gasped for air.

"I can't breathe!" I puffed, pushing away from his body.

"Stop fighting me, I can help you," James said sternly.

I got out of the bed, looking down at my shirtless torso.

He hurt you.

I've been hurt.

"Y-You raped me, didn't you?"

James stared at me.

"DIDN'T YOU?" I yelled, picking at the skin surrounding my thumbs.

"No, Jordan-"

"Don't lie to me," I whispered.

James shifted in his spot.

"Not last night, and not in the past two weeks..." he mumbled.

"But you raped me?"

"Yes."

My knees gave out beneath me. Collapsing to the ground below, I let small tears poke at the corners of my eyes.

"I actually thought you were telling me the truth," I sobbed, digging the heels of my palms into my eyes.

"I don't understand," James cooed, shuffling out of the bed, sitting beside me. He wrapped his arm around my torso, tracing his fingers along my spine.

"You said you'd never do it," I hissed, trying to push away from his body. My legs ahced, my arms trembling.

"I know, and I-I didn't mean to, it just happened..." James mumbled.

"Rape doesn't just happen," I bit, through gritted teeth. "Why'd you do it?"

He stayed silent for a while, continuing to rub my back.

"WHY, JAMES?" I demanded.

"I did it the first night I had you. I was so excited, I let my nerves get the best of me. I shouldn't have used you like that, Jordy, I'm sorry," he whispered. "You were never supposed to know..."

My body convulsed, the bitter taste of vile crawling up my throat.

Gagging on my own spit, my body heaved forward. I tried to vomit, but nothing came up.

James continued to rub my back, trying his best to calm me down.

"Listen, Jordy, I regret it. If I could go back, I would've never done it..."

I cry a lot, but I'm usually silent.

This time was different.

This time I let out ugly screams, and loud gasps for oxygen as I began to hyperventilate.

"Jordy, I'm sorry I did it. I won't put you in the basement, 'cause you deserve to be upset..." James murmured. "But if you ever yell at me like that again, you're going to wish you were dead. Got it?"

I looked up at him, taking in a shaky breath.

"I already wish I was."

"Don't say that," James muttered, kissing the top of my head. He got up from his spot, leaving me alone on the ground.

"I wished you killed me," I repeated.

He ignored my words, reaching into his closet, pulling out a flannel shirt and jeans.

His eyes scanned over my body as he placed the clothes on the edge of the bed.

"Jordan," he said cooly. "You're going to start obeying me."

I watched him in disbelief as he stripped out of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling on a fresh outfit.

"I'm going to start breakfast, you're going to get ready and meet me in the kitchen, okay?"

My shaky hands pushed hot tears off my face.

"Okay, Jordan?" James said again, his voice stiff.

Clearing my throat, I sat on my hands to hide their uncontrollable shaking.

"Yes, James."

I watched him leave the room, smiling.

I want to go home.