Perfect Timing

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"No Cleo that's not what I meant!" The rain is smacking against my face as I'm turning the corner on the nearest street, trying to get away from him, I knew I shouldn't have done this, God my brain said don't do it but my heart said to take a chance. I had left my gym bag in his car since we went to some little cafe and I didn't want to bring my bag in. I can never catch a break, but then again did I really think going out with him was the best idea?
          I mean come on he kidnapped me, beat me to a pulp, and then set me free, what kind of example am I setting for young girls, it's okay to let boys have their way with you. I just kept running as fast as I could, I lost track of my breath, but I didn't want to stop running, I couldn't. Not when he was a few feet behind me chasing me like a cat chases a mouse.
"Cleo, I didn't mean it like that!" I could hear him getting closer to me, the sound of his feet is increasing behind me. I was almost to my house, I ran inside the building and went to my front door but I forgot it was locked, I ran out the back of the building into an alley and ran down the street till I got to my window. I heard the back-door open and my anxiety increased, he was going to get me I told myself, but my body wasn't going to let me give up, he wasn't going to succeed this time, I wouldn't allow it, I couldn't.
"Stop following me!" I jumped up on the row of trashcans and threw open my window quickly threw myself through the window and locked it hastily once I got to my feet. I stood there, staring at him from my window, he was soaked and tired, he just stood there, his hand against my window, not hitting, not knocking softly, just placed there against the window, his hair falling down between his eyes as he looks down at me as the water drips off his nose onto his shoes.
"Just let me in!" He yelled over the heavy rain and the loud thunder, raging with sadness.
"How was calling me a slut and saying I'm nothing but a good fuck all because I wouldn't go to your house, not what you meant!?" I screamed, he just stared at me as the rain fell down his face, not moving just standing on the trashcan making him very tall, with his hands down to his side now.
"I didn't mean it like that, it's just I can't open up, I don't have feelings, so I ball them up into anger." He is trying to excuse himself for the way he was acting towards me at the cafe. I couldn't go back there, it would make me crazy, I would be literally replaying the moments of my capture in my head walking back the kitchen and the basement.
"I don't want you here, just go!" I yelled sadly, but that words I said weren't the reason I was sad, I am sad because I didn't even believe those words coming out of my mouth. No matter what he's done something in me wants at least a part of him.
"No." He yelled, lightning striking behind him soon after making him look God-like.
"Jackson, I will call the cops!" I tell him grabbing my phone but seeing it dead I find it of no use, although, looks can be deceiving.
"You would call the cops on me! Cleo, I have a hard time believing that." He shouts pressing both of his hands up against the window this time looking at me with pleading eyes. I shake my head disapproving him of anything further he wants to say and I just leave him standing in front of my secure window in the heavy rain and end my night.
            I walk into the kitchen and grab a drink and head into the living room and scroll through the channels to see if there is anything worth my time to actually watch and enjoy.
"Cleo." I freeze and look over at him, how did he? I don't move from my seat on the couch as I watch his chest rise and fall heavily, I can't bare to look him in the eyes so I look down at his boots, with large puddles surrounding them, ruining my wooden flooring.
"Get out!" I scream as he took one step closer towards me, I stand up quickly a begin moving away from him to the further end of the couch.
"No, we need to talk." He said coming towards me not listening to a single word I've said.
"Leave," I whimpered, feeling like a lost a battle I had no chance winning. He will always rule me, I can't compare, I can't beat a bull when I'm the red flag.
"I don't like being told what to do love." He said sitting down and turning towards me, I look at him and realize he is sitting on my couch soaked, making it all wet. I go to my closet and grab him a towel, I walk to the kitchen and grab cheese balls and sit down next to him throwing the towel in my face.
"And I don t like being called a slut and just a good fuck," I mumble eating more cheese balls as he presses the towel around his head and then his body. He presses the towel firmly against his body and we remain quiet. He places the towel under his butt and just remained quiet. I looked out the window and then back at him when I feel his hand gently grip my knee.
"Come here." I shook my head denying his request but it only made him ask me once again.
"Now." He growled grabbing my hand pulling me closer to him, I pull my hand out of his grasp and slide back.
"Leave," I whispered looking at my hands then sadly up at him watching him study me silently. He grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up off of the couch and pushed me against the door. He let go of my hands and grabbed my waist, I didn't want to look at him, I took in every detail of my wall, noticing it needs a new paint touch up.
          He leaned down slowly and put his face in the crook of my neck and kissed it ever so gently. I shudder beneath him and immediately put my hands on his shoulders gripping him tightly.
"W-what are doing?" I shuttered afraid to move but liking the contact of his lips against me. This feeling is so wrong yet I can't think straight long enough myself that this was not okay.
"Kissing your neck." He groaned slowly kissing me again, with more pressure to it this time, feeling his whole mouth pressed up against me causing me to involuntarily moan.
"What are you trying to prove to yourself, that I'm an easy fuck?" I groan putting my hands down his sides. He stopped kissing my neck and started breathing heavy, I look at him and just see the confusion he held, trying not to get dragged into his mysterious orbs I look away.
"Really?" He questions, I don't say anything and just sigh as if the wall I'm looking at did something to me that stressed me out.
"Do you really think I'm here to just fuck you!" He yells, making me flinch from the sudden anger radiating off of him.
"Well, you said I'm an easy fuck," I tell him, he punched the door next to my head and I gasped afraid he would hit me again, or that he meant to hit me but missed and would try again. I look down at my hands and watch them shake, I look back up at him as I feel his hands grab my hands and gently hold them.
"I'm not going to hit you." He mumbled into my neck and started kissing my neck again, placing warmth on a cold spot, he was still pressed up against me, making me become more and more wet from his clothes, which was not very comfortable.
"Please stop." I whimper, and he grunts moving his lips away from my neck but connecting them to my ear. I groan and put my hands on his chest as I feel my body betray my words.
"Why?" He whispers tickling my ear and causing me to shiver in front of him, nibbles on my ear and I feel his breath fan across my neck.
"I can't do this, and neither can you, I want someone who feels, and understands me, so just stop kissing me, you don't even know me," I said finally getting the urge to use my brain and push him away and walk past him.
"No stop, please, I don't beg, but I'm doing this for you, give me a chance." He begs, pulling me back to him. My body collides with his chest as he holds me tightly knocking the air out of my lungs as he takes my lips and claims them as his.
            I kiss him hungrily and grab his face and pull him closer to me. He urges me to keep kissing him, he pulls me close to his body and fists my hair in his hands. I pull away and detach myself from him take a few steps back and wiping my mouth. Why did I just do that? I'm supposed to be stronger than this.
"You hurt me," I whisper looking at him hugging myself feeling cold and weak.
"Please, don't give up on me." He pleads grabbing my arms and lowering them to my sides and grabbing my waist with a firm grip.
"I don't even know you," Looking at him to see if this is all true what he is saying, eventually I look at something other than his face feeling like I looked too long.
"Get to know me." He whispers my eyes meet him and I can see they aren't cold and dark anymore when he looks at me, they look lighter.
"But-" I was caught off guard to him kissing me, I didn't move for a few seconds, till I realized I wanted this too and I kissed back pulling him into me more, I need to let this happen, I tell myself.

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Love, Haley