𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖉 ➸ 𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖐

01

June 11th, 2014

1:45 a.m.

Jessica tiptoed out of the room; she looked back once more to make sure Russell was still sleeping. When she was entirely in the hallway, she made a right when she saw the light down the hall.

She found herself in another room; it wasn't a living room or kitchen. It was another bedroom.

Jessica frowned and examined the room; a queen-sized bed was in the center, and right beside it was a black nightstand with a white lamp. The color of the walls was pure white, with a single black stripe going down each wall. She walked further into the room, and she squeezed her toes together when they met a soft carpet beneath her.

The woman stopped in her tracks, suddenly thinking, what was she doing? She needed to get out of there as soon as possible before Russell decided to wake up and let him know that she was missing.

So she shot out of the room and continued walking down the hallway. Jessica saw a kitchen come into view, then a few steps later, a living room. She tiptoed around the sectional couches. Since it was dark and the only light was coming from the kitchen's countertop light, she couldn't see.

The woman began to panic when she accidentally hit her leg on the edge of the glass table, which caused it to shake uncontrollably, while she whispered a mouthful of curse words.

Jessica looked behind her once more to ensure he missed her; she quietly tiptoed to the door. She was hoping it was the front door. The tired woman gave a weak smile and saw that it was the front door.

Quickly but silently, unlocking the front door. She took a deep breath and opened the front door, only to have a loud buzz go off. She shut her eyes and covered her ears with her hands.

Soon, a hand reached over her and closed the door gently back. She knew who hand it was, but she didn't bother to open her eyes. Jessica sighed lightly when the buzzing sound went off, so she removed her hands from her ears.

"Did you think you were going to go far?" Russell pointed out.

The woman opened her eyes slowly, her back still facing him.

"I heard you when you got out of bed, and I'm not a heavy sleeper, Jessica." The man wasn't mad at her for at least trying to get away, and it was the fact that she couldn't keep quiet about it.

She whispered a small sorry and shook her head.

Russell bit his lower lip, looking up at the ceiling, clearly trying to keep his calm.

"Don't be sorry...be careful next time. Now give me your hand."

Jessica frowned, taken back from his order. "What?"

"Give me your hand," He said in a stern voice, trying to grab onto her hand. She tried her best not to open the hand he was trying to grasp, but it failed.

Russell grinned, "You're a tough little cookie, aren't you?" He squeezed her hand a bit and led her back down the hallway and into the room where she first started.

Jessica felt tears in the brim of her eyes, and the poor woman just wanted to get out of there.

The younger man guided her over to his side of the bed, where he gently took her by the waist and laid her on the bed. The woman stiffened when she felt his body come in contact with her backside, which made her feel his member on her behind.

Russell didn't think anything of it being sexual; all he wanted was for her not to get away again. Or at least try to get away. He then secured his right arm around her waist tightly, but not too tight so it wouldn't hurt her.

Jessica's heart was beating out of her chest as he whispered something in her ear.

"Please don't try and leave again babydoll." Russell softly planted a kiss on the side of her ear, which made her tense up even more.

After a few minutes, Russell went back to sleep with no problem, while Jessica silently cried herself to sleep.