How can I not love you? (Student/Teacher)

Twenty-six

*warning, this could be a disturbing chapter.*

"Your such a dumbass Josephine, don't you get it? You're mine, you do as I say, whether you like it or not. If I ask you to kill him, you kill him. If I ask you to bring him his cocaine, you bring him his cocaine. If I ask you to fuck him, you fuck him. If I ask you to fuck me, you fuck me. Its that easy. Plus, the cops won't suspect a pretty little face like yours, that why you're so handy to me."

His hand touched my cheek and made me look up to him. I was full sobbing by now when he kissed my lips.

"Now get yourself together, you have a job to do."

I stand up and walked away, he walked after me and ran his knife against my arm which was already stitched up because of him. He cut the stitches open, I screamed out in pain.

I shot up in my bed looking at the scar on my arm when I was feeling two arms wrap around me. "Shhh, you're okay."

I started sobbing against him. Why do these nightmares come back? Maybe I should take my medicine again.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered in my ear as he let me cry in his chest.

I shook my head, I was not ready to tell him or anyone else. That what happened in Orlando are things I'm so not proud of, I just want to forget about it. It's like every time I'm starting to feel happy, he is there in my thoughts to stop it. The scars on my body will always remind me of him and there is nothing I can do to forget him.

Now that I think about it, Daniel never asked about the scars on my body.

"Whats up with the scar on your arm?" He asked, almost like he could read my mind.

My crying got heavier and he just kept me in his arms. Even though I knew I wasn't safe, he made me feel like I was.

"I- I- I'll promise to tell you when I'm ready." I sobbed

I felt him nodding against me. "Please know that you can trust me Josephine, I hate seeing you like this."

-

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. After the nightmare last night I hadn't slept a lot. I kept thinking about him and if he would come look for me. I kept thinking I needed to tell someone, but I knew I couldn't.

My mom just thought I was hanging out with people who did drugs. She was scared that I would get involved, that I would turn out to be just like them. Little did she know there was way more going on than that.

I never told anyone what was going on, scared they'll judge me. He had wrapped me around his finger and there was nothing I could do to get away from him.

When my mom told me we were going to move I never told him, so one day I would just be gone. Besides a couple of calls and texts, I had never heard from him anymore.

I knew it wasn't over, he had eyes and ears everywhere. All I could hope for was that he would just let me go.

"Goodmorning babe, I made you some breakfast." Daniel walked into the room with a plate full of food.

As soon as I smelt it my stomach began growling. "Thank you." I smiled at him

"Did you get any sleep after-, you know." He hesitated to ask.

I didn't respond, not feeling like talking about it again. So I just started drinking the orange juice he had made.

"Does that Alex guy have anything to do with this?"