Stolen Heart

How can pain be so painful?

1 month earlier...

"Jacob, stop it, you're hurting me!" I screamed, struggling at his tight grip around my slim wrist. We were in his cramped, sooty garage. Jacob was getting jumpy. And when Jacob is jumpy, it means that I have to receive the unpalatable consequences. I'd dropped his screwdriver and that tiny, inconsequential mistake, set him off like a cannon.

"Are you purposefully trying to ruin my garage?" He hissed, his spit spraying in my face.

"No. I swear." I whispered, closing my eyes, begging the tears not to fall. That just makes him even madder.

"Are you trying to turn against me again? Join those...leeches?" He screeched.

"Jacob. I would never even consider thinking about such a thing. You know that." I pleaded.

"You did before." Oh no. He was really never going to let me forget the biggest mistake in my life.

"I didn't mean it." I squeaked. He shoved me hard, onto the cold, stone floor.

"Why say it?" He yelled, his eyes portraying true hatred and fury. "What was it again? Ah yes, I remember. You said that they weren't THAT bad." I started to edge my numb body away from him. He stepped closer, and kicked me hard in the stomach. He suddenly let out a roar of spontaneous laughter.

"Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD? They sink their teeth into innocent creatures, and suck their blood." I shivered at his harsh words.

"Please Jake. Don't be like this." I begged. Big mistake. He yanked my limp body up from the floor, and slapped me as hard as he could. He'd struck me so hard, I could feel the blood trickle down my cheek. The blow was so forceful, I felt myself fly into the rough wall. I howled in sheer pain.

"You're lucky I haven't phased. Or I'd have killed you by now." He spat. His tall frame started to close in on me, pressing me against the wall. He started to kiss me, but I simply couldn't call it a kiss. His mouth was like a rock, his tongue licking down my throat. I didn't dare to resist, I just prayed that this is all he will do to me. His hands began to rub my body, it was an uncomfortable feeling. I suddenly felt his hands on my blouse. I begged him with my eyes to stop. He stared back at me, there was no emotion in his features. He continued to attack my mouth, until suddenly, he tore my blouse away. I heard the buttons roll onto the floor. He pulled down my jeans and then unbuttoned his top. I felt the tears spill, as I prepared for the oncoming pain.