cherry baby || J.M.

IN REAL LIFE

(Trigger warning)

       "Babe can we go do something? I feel like we haven't been on a date in forever..." I ask Johnny pleadingly.

        "Yeah one second, I'm trying to finish this guy off in FIFA," he yelled back.

         I go get ready trying to look presentable as possible, hoping Johnny will like my outfit and makeup. These days it seems he doesn't like anything, but I don't want to bother him about it. I put on some makeup, and reach for an oversized sweatshirt and some thigh high boots. Satisfied with everything I head down hoping that Johnny's ready.

         To my disappointment, he hasn't even gotten off the couch. I want to tell him to move his lazy ass so we can go. I don't though, not knowing how his mood is today. He hears me behind him, and turns around. He eyes me up and down before frowning.

        "What are you wearing?" He demanded.

        "Isn't it cute? I realize I picked it up, but haven't worn it yet." trying to lighten up the mood because I knew that tone, and I knew where this was heading.

        "You look like a slut, go change." He answered blatantly.

        "I think it looks fine, I'm not showing anything off." I try arguing back. "It's not like I'm trying to look like a slut..."

        "You're mine. Got it?" He angrily responded while grabbing my ass.

        He was probably doing it to turn me on or make me happy, but it didn't. It made me feel uncomfortable. I hate it when he grabs my ass, and I hate it when he has that lust filled look on his face.

        The atmosphere changed dramatically, it went from tense to hungry. He licked his lips as he stared at me hungrily, in two seconds his lips were on my neck biting at it. He pushed me roughly into the couch, while he took his shirt off.

         I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate him. Fuck him. Fuck this.

         I try pushing him off, as his wet sloppy kisses travel down my stomach. I wanted him off, and I wanted him off now. I pushed him back with as much force as I could. He jerks back with an outraged state.

        "WHAT THE FUCK BITCH?" he roared, "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

        "Johnny I don't feel like doing this tonight, can we please just go out or go to sleep?" I pleaded wishing that he'll change his mind.

        "No I'm not done. I'm the man in this relationship, and when I want to have sex we WILL have sex, got it?" He screamed. "Now get on the fucking couch before I do something I'll regret."

         I slowly make my way towards the couch and lie down, he takes off his pants and thrusts in me over and over again, each time getting harder and faster. The pain is excruciating. He moans in my ear while saying dirty things. I cry silently waiting for this to be over. It seems like it goes on forever. He finally finishes, and leaves me broken on the couch without even saying a word.

         I pull my clothes back on shaking, I feel used and dirty. I need to get out now. I didn't know what to do, so I run. I run out of the house. I run faster and faster trying to escape my thoughts. I run to the person who will always catch me.