Helpless (Chris Jackson x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 3

"(Y/N) you are nothing!" Carl shouts as he throws another shoe at you. You somehow managed to avoid it, but ran face first into the bookshelf. You slumped to the ground, and tried to crawl away, but Carl had the advantage. He grabbed your ankle and turned you over slamming your head into the ground. "You're just a piece of shit." Carl starts smacking you in the face as you try to scream for help. He then grabs both of your wrists and starts to drag you into the bedroom, as you desperately shout for someone to save you from this wicked man. You start to develop rug burn, but then he tosses you on the bed like a rag-doll and starts to unbuckle his pants. You kick him off of you and make a run for the door, but Carl grabs the back of your shirt, almost chocking you and throws you onto the bed, knocking your head against the back board. Carl crawls on top of you again, and stares at your quivering figure. You were basically bawling, asking him not to, but he spits in your face, "Shut up stupid bitch." You try to punch him, but he slams your head into the backboard again, and the room starts to fade in and out. Carl continues to unbuckle his pants, "Since you don't want to be cooperative, I'm going to make this a living hell." he says as he starts to push his member into your ass.

You wake up screaming and Christopher shaking you violently. "Please, no don't do this." You start crying out, tears running down your cheeks and dripping off your chin. "(Y/N), calm down. Calm down, its just me." You open your eyes and look at Chris. He looked really worried, "I could hear you across the hall!" You were shaking violently, and then just break down, loud sobs escaping your throat. Chris embraces you, your tears soaking his clean white t-shirt, rubbing your back gently and whispering. "It's okay, calm down. Everything is going to be okay, everything is going to be okay. Just calm down, get it out." After you were done crying, you wiped your red eyes, and wrapped up in your blanket. Chris sat down next to you, your eyes wondering to the place where you were just crying, noticing the way his chest was visible from the thin material. "What happened that got you so shaken up." You didn't answer immediately, since memories of Carl were flooding back into your mind. "The boyfriend that I was talking about used to abuse me to the extreme, I had a dream where he almost raped me, but you woke me up at the right time." You curled up more into your blanket. "If only you could have saved me in real life.." Chris's eyes widen, and he hugged you tightly, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know." You hug him back, "You couldn't have known." He very gently then kisses your forehead, "I won't do that, I promise." You nod and press your head into his chest, listening to his heart beat. Chris's breath was blowing your sweaty forehead, and your heartbeat started to slow down. Looking up at Chris, you saw how his eyes were staring at the wall, probably thinking of ways to get this Carl guy. He really cares, you thought smiling to yourself. "Chris." You barely whisper. "Yes (Y/N)." "Can you kiss my forehead again." He takes in a shallow breath, "Are you sure you want me to after what you.." "Stop being a pussy and just do it." Chris looks taken back, but then leans down and press him warm supple lips on your forehead. You sigh happily, "Just like that," you say and lift your head up a lot, so now he's kissing the bridge of your nose. He lifts his lips off you, "(Y/N),"Chris says, looking at your lips. "Yes," you whisper, looking at his eyes. "Can I kiss you?" You giggle, "You already have." He smiles, pressing his lips again against your nose. "You know what I mean, on your lips?" You lick your lips, knowing that he's staring at them, and he takes that for a yes. He plants one more kiss on the top of your nose, then lays them on your lips. You kiss him back, describing the feeling in your head. They are soft and warm, but also thick and moist. You start to think of Carl again, but Chris adjusts himself, now holding your cheek and his other hand grabbing your waist. Screw Carl, You think and use all your attention of Chris.