"So, do you still like red orchids?" His voice was straight out of her memories and Jet cringed a little at the sound.
"No. I never really liked orchids." She answered despite herself. If nothing else it would buy time. Rhett would call the police, she knew it, so she just needed to buy enough time for them to come.
"Lying bitch. You loved them; don't remember those nights where I traced them all over your skin?" Jet watched as Mitchell lowered the gun before putting it behind his back. Memories did come back to her then, but it was as if they all had blackened edges around them like burned photographs. Mitchell had been nice, sexy even, but under it all he was waiting to snap. Jet felt the choke of his control through all of her memories with him.
"So, you got out on good behavior?"
"Yep, no thanks to you. I can't believe you tried to put me away babe. After all I did for you, how could you do that?"
"I guess that's what happens when you beat women and rape them you monster." She said the words and instantly regretted them. Jet didn't want to make him mad, Mitchell was so much worse mad.
"Man, you still have those snappy comebacks, of course you have time to practice with all this writing shit that you do. Tell me, is it just easier for you to be okay with what you did now that you have a boyfriend again?" Thank God, he didn't seem really mad, not yet anyways. She just had to keep him talking until the police arrived, just a little bit longer and she would be safe again with him in jail.
"I don't have a boyfriend."
"Bullshit. You think I didn't have friends who kept track of you? You may not post things online, but others do. That's how I knew about little Jane and now Rhett. That's quite a difference Jet, from some tiny girl to the big stupid looking giant." He took a step closer and Jet was forced backwards.
"I was dating him, but we broke up. I'm single now." She said it, trying to calm him a little, although the words stung her.
"Good. Then, you and I can pick up where we left off before you lied to the police."
"Mitchell...I..."
"Enough. Don't speak babe. You were always so much cuter silent. I should have told you that before, but never did I think you would lie to them."
"I...I didn't lie. I..."
"Shall we call it an omission, does that make it better?"
"Mitchell, I..." He took a few more steps as Jet backed into the door.
"Why wouldn't you tell them that you started the fight?" His face was getting red as he spoke, and Jet could feel the heat from his breath as he stood in front of her. Her throat tightened and she wasn't sure that she would be able to get a word out.
"Speak before I smack you."
She knew he could sense her fear and she knew that not answering would be worse. What she wasn't quite positive about yet was if these would be the last words she ever said. Then, a calm came over her. If this was it, truly the end of her existence, then she didn't want to go out afraid. Rhett had made her realize that she was worth the world. He was willing to give it to her. Sure he had fucked up, but hadn't she fucked up with Jane? Was a drunken night of sex with his ex-wife enough to erase all the love he had shown her? Was it enough to take away how good she felt with him? Jet wanted to feel that again, Rhett's love. So, if she was going to die in front of this monster, then it was going to be fighting to be free from his control forever.
"I didn't start the fucking fight, and I certainly didn't make you rape me you fucker." She said the words and looked him square in the eye.
"LYING BITCH!" Mitchell screamed out the words and then slammed her head into the door behind her.
Jet felt the dull thud resonate through her skull and then everything seemed to slow down. Her eyes couldn't focus and she felt herself falling.
"Look at you just falling into my arms again after all this. I might have to forgive you; well I guess we should see if the sex is still good first though."
She felt arms around her, and she tried to flail. Jet wanted to smack Mitchell away, force him to let her go, but she couldn't. Everything felt heavy and no matter how much she willed herself to move she couldn't seem to. She felt herself being laid down then, although Jet couldn't tell where or on what. It was all so blurry, and her mind couldn't catch up. Then, she realized that all she could see were fuzzy outlines. One was Mitchell, but the rest were indecipherable. Was she in the entry, the kitchen, her bedroom? How much time had passed? Were the police on their way? Jet had a dozen questions running through her mind, but her mind couldn't answer them.
"Get...get away." She said the words softly, even though they were supposed to be a yell.
"Mmmmm...you're pussy looks just as good as it used to. I guess big and tall is tiny where it counts. I'm so happy he didn't stretch you out too much." Mitchell's words came to her, and Jet tried to reason through them. Was she naked? Had he stripped her down? She couldn't tell. Her body felt numb. Again, she tried to make herself move, and this time, she felt her legs shift. It was an improvement, her mind was working again.
"Are you wiggling for me? Such a good girl. Don't worry; I just have to move this gun before I can give you what you want. We wouldn't want an accident would we babe?" His words somehow gave her hope. She didn't want him inside of her again; Jet would do anything to stop that from happening. Of course, that anything was very limited now as she tried to get her limbs to cooperate.
Slowly, she felt herself rise up on her hands and knees just as she wanted to. More was coming back, thank God. Her limbs felt only half connected as she forced them to move, trying to crawl away, even though she wasn't positive where away was right now.
"Careful, you're going to fall off the couch if you keep going." A laugh came from Mitchell's throat and Jet felt like she was going to throw up. She was on her couch, where so many amazing things had happened with Rhett and Mitchell was about to defile it.
"Please...please don't. I don't want..."
"How familiar does that sound? Come on, you missed me after all these years. Admit it."
"No." She said the word and then a strong hand shoved her head down onto a cushion. Her arms gave out as the fabric that she used to love pressed into her face.
She was definitely on her couch, and now she knew she had her ass in the air and Mitchell's hand was pinning her head down. His fingers pressed into her scalp and she felt a shooting pain. The world was suddenly darker, and she swore she heard a cracking noise. Oh God, did he actually crack her skull? Jet felt a sadness slide through her. She was going to die. She was going to die with her pants down being raped by this monster that was cracking through her very skull.
Just as the thought came to her, Mitchell's hand released her head. Jet flopped down on her side, her body couldn't move again as she tried to make sense of what was happening. The image was fuzzy, but she suddenly heard grunting and then as sound started to flow back in she heard two voices.
