Affliction

47

Jessica's P.O.V

His large hands grasped my hips.

His cold lips smushed against mine roughly.

Although he's over 40 years of age and I'm not even 20, he knows how to wrap himself around someone. I love him.

We are both going to raise the perfect son, and be a happy family. He has changed from when I first met him.

Trust me, he's changed.

I still can't believe he's related to Jannabelle.

I'm glad we can finally do this somewhere else, other than jail.

He'll help me through pregnancy. He loves me! He would do anything for me.

Ben. I love you, and I hope you'll never leave me. I pulling him in for a slobbery kiss.

Maybe I've got a thing for older, older men.

Jan's Father's P.O.V (Ben)

Kissing younger women for their knowledge and wealth is a hobby of mine. Jessica knew where Jan and her apparent boyfriend were.

Why not pay them a visit? My getting out of jail reward is being able to see that little bitch.

"Let's go over and say hello," Jessica pulled away from the slobbery kiss. "They're already staring at us like were crazy, I mean I-" She started, but, I slapped her hard across the face. She fell to the floor with a loud smack.

Shut up.

No one seemed to notice. I grinned down at her as she stared at me, frightened. She held her cheek, completely terrified.

"I got you out of prison, what else do you want? I don't need you. Run off and don't ever speak of this again." I spat.

"But, you- your the father of my, my child! I gave...I spent three months, showering you with l-l- love in prison." She cried and clung onto my pant leg. "I'm pregnant with your child! Don't leave me.." She cried.

"I'm the father of 47 other children. Why would you have a child with someone who has been in and out of Federal Prison, seven times." I laughed, looking down at her weeping. "Next time, don't be so fucking stupid." I threw her off of my leg, roughly. She slammed against the wall. My foot made contact with her stomach, hard. She made a gagging noise, and coughed up blood as I stepped back, laughing.

Still no one seemed to notice. Except Jan and her boyfriend who were staring speechless.

Ignoring her crying, begging, swearing, and throwing a temper tantrum in the corner of the small shop, I made my way towards Jan.