Let Me Help You (Completed)

She Tells Him

“Hi…Richard”

“I thought I told you not to leave without telling me,” Richard said.

“I-I-I- know, but this trip was a sudden thing that happen and you weren’t home when I was packing”

“You do know you’ll be getting punished right,” he said getting closer to Jessi.

“But I….,” Jessi said before she tried running into her room.

She didn’t make it that far because of how fast he was.

He punched, kicked, slapped, and threw stuff at her. She was not sure if people heard her crying out for help because nobody came. She was terrified because in her head she’s thinking that he is going to kill her or hurt her really bad.

Then he did the unthinkable. He threw her down on the ground and started ripping her clothes off, but she’s fighting him every inch of the way. He then put his legs on either side of her, trapping her, and pulled down his pants.

She tried to get him off her, but he punched her three times and that slowed her down from fighting him.

After for what feels like forever, he finishes and just leaves.

Jessi lays there for what feels like forever, but it was just 5 minutes and finally gets up and starts cleaning up the mess he made with the things he threw at her. She then went into the bathroom in her room and started cleaning herself up and took a 2 hour shower and sat on the couch and watched TV.

Jessi’s POV

He has never forced me to have sex with him, it was always consensual so why did it change tonight?

I think to myself, how did I let this relationship get so out of control? Why did he have to keep hurting her like she was just another person on the street? I took care of him after he lost his job, I cook for him, clean for him, and I try and be the best girlfriend that I possibly can. I gave up my family and friends just to be with him and this is the thanks I get, getting hit on.

3 a.m.

I have not fallen asleep yet because I was scared that Richard was going to come back.

I heard Mr. J. Smith come in and he comes in with this girl with blond hair and they go in his room.

For about 3 hours, all you hear is moaning, groaning, and screaming. The blond girl left at about 6 a.m. and I sat in the living room all night because sleep was not on my mind.

Today we had 5 meetings and 3 were with the same people from yesterday and 2 different groups of people.

The meetings would run from 9 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. so I had a little more time to get ready and cover up the old and new bruises. I made breakfast again, which consisted eggs, bacon, and toast. Mr. J. Smith woke up at 7:30 a.m. and ate his breakfast, then went to go get ready for the meetings.

It was the same as yesterday, I took notes, recorded, and got coffees. When the day was over with, he didn’t go out this time.

We got back to the hotel at 7:15 p.m. and he follows me into my room.

So I turned around while staring at the ground and ask him, “Why are you following me?”

“Oh…Ummm…I-I-I-I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some food with me?”

“Like what?”

“Pizza? Do you like pizza?”

“Okay,” I said.

When we went to the pizzeria two blocks away, I did not look at one person.

Mr. J. Smith pulled out my chair and I said, “Thank you Mr. Smith.”