This is a sick fantasy of mine, but I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read it. ☺️
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Anna stared at two pregnancy tests, each reading a positive outcome. Feeling nauseous, she tossed her tongue over her dry lips and gulped a water bottle. The positive result was faulty, and she had to take another one. She couldn't be expecting HIS baby. Holding her rumbling stomach, she jumped when something gave a kick. She quickly drove her hand away and clenched her palms.
This was all wrong. She couldn't be pregnant on birth control.
Anna looked at her reflection. There were bruises on her neck. Her eyes widened as the blue abrasions magically spread over her bare chest. She blinked, trying to find a clearer picture of what she saw in the mirror. The bruises continued slithering over her shoulders, covering her like a virus. She tried to scream at her grotesque appearance, but her soft voice came out like a shrill whistle.
"Anna," a raspy voice called from behind.
It was HIM. He was the cause of this, the baby, the bruises, her heart palpitations. Knowing she wasn't safe, she closed her eyes, bidding it all to disappear.
"Anna!"
Anna felt a pull at her arms and then opened her eyes. She was in his bedroom surrounded by decorative pillows. Gasping for air, she frighteningly looked at Jeff standing over her trembling frame. Her heart sprinted, unsure of what damage he had come to do.
"Get up. You pissed the bed," he uttered, pulling back the sheets.
Before Anna could speak, he grabbed her arms and lifted her on his waist, a more manageable task now that she was slimming down. She heaved from the nightmare but relaxed in his embrace, laying her head on his shoulder. How embarrassing and pathetic was she. Sleeping in his bed without his permission and soiling his sheets.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, losing her earlier bravo.
Jeff delivered a comfort with his palms, slowly brushing against her scalp, "It's alright, accidents happen."
Once in the bathroom, Jeff placed her on her feet. His eyes wouldn't connect to hers for fear she would glimpse his intoxication. She shivered as he pulled away her wet shorts. He dutifully lifted her top and tossed it to the floor.
"Does This happen often?"
Anna shook her head, provoking her cheeks to blush.
Kneeling, Jeff caressed her full hips, spreading his warmth across her thighs. Her soft skin healed his wounds and he continued his rub until goosebumps appeared on her skin and her nipples hardened before him.
Despite his gentle approach, Anna replayed her nightmare and wondered how badly he would hurt her. His face hardened and he quit petting to walk her out of her wet panties.
Anna examined his stern face, "I'm sorry," she pouted.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about. You probably drank too much water before bed," Jeff spoke, pulling her attention back.
Anna stared at him, unsure what to say. His eyes were dark even as he led her into the hot tub. Adjusting to the warm water, she stretched her legs out and rubbed her tired eyes.
"What time is it?" Anna asked, and watched him walk over to the cupboard.
"Fuck if I know," Jeff replied, tossing a towel over his shoulder.
His mood had changed in an instant and she knew why, "Where've you been?"
"A bar."
Jeff sat beside her on the tub's rim, with the speech he prepared on the ride home. It had changed several times on the 40-minute drive, turning harsh to sorrowful in a flash. But here it was.
"Anna, I don't do coke that often...." Jeff cleared his throat for a moment of clarity, hoping she didn't interrupt, "I have to stay focused. At all times. To make money, I need to focus. My sister cut me off. I know It may seem like I have everything together but, I have no one that believes my dream can come true and I have to beg investors to believe in me. I have to spend money to make money if that makes sense. I've pulled in four investors in the last month and.... Some of them like to party. And Hell, I party with them sometimes. It's nothing and-"
"It's drugs Jeff."
"I know. And I won't do it anymore, alright? I am just as upset with myself. All that crazy stuff I said yesterday was..."
Anna cringed at his honesty, her voice cracking into the foggy room, "I deserved it. I know I hurt you. I just want you to be okay."
"I wasn't in the right mindset to hear what you were trying to say," His heart pumped from the shameful effects of his comedown, and he took a moment to gather his thoughts, "I was wrong about it not being a big deal. You were right. I need to get myself together. I don't blame you for not wanting someone like me. I should have never dragged you into this. But I did, and I can't let you go. But you need me Anna. You need me to keep you safe. You can't live by yourself."
"I've lived with multiple drug addicts my entire life, Jeff. It's like I am taking 12 steps back, the same trauma that I had then I have now. "
"Anna," Jeff chuckled uncomfortably, "Baby, I've stopped and I am going to do better.
"I've heard that my whole life, Jeff. But it's worse, since my mother didn't put her hands on me. And if she wasn't-"
"You provoked me a lot yesterday, Anna," Jeff snapped, "I told you to leave me alone multiple times. You hit me first. Don't act innocent, I know why you do what you do."
Anna rubbed her neck, "I have bruises."
"Where?" Jeff leaned over to inspect.
Anna blushed, reminded of her dream, "I know you choked me."
"And you fucking loved it. When you act like a Crazy bitch what do you expect?" Jeff smiled as blood rushed to his cock, "You are a hard one to Break. But you like to be Broken, don't you?"
Suddenly aroused by his harsh tone, Anna averted her eyes, "How long have you been using?"
"Since I went to Virginia." Her eyes drifted to his now sorrowful face, "It started then. I just got back here and had that itch again. But I'm not doing it anymore. I am done with it. Never again."
Anna had heard the spill for years from her mother, "Never again," she'd say, and then two days would pass without a word from her. There was an escape from the unsafe environment this time, and she wasn't a little girl.
"I...." Anna dropped her head, "I don't know."
"I've kicked it before, Anna. I'm not saying it's not a big deal, but I know people who use more than I do and they are fine."
Not wanting to hear any excuses, she sharpened her features, "You have to stop, Jeff. Maybe a rehab or something. It's not like you don't have the money to get yourself together."
"I'm not that far gone. I don't need an intervention or anything," Jeff laughed, "My father kicked my ass when he found out I was using. I mean that literally. I was 29 years old, and he beat me with a cane in his office," he chuckled, then his eyes grew sadder, "I don't know what I was thinking. I just, I needed something to stop the spinning. I fucked everything up."
Anna felt uneasy as his eyes darted around the room. The silence was deadly, but it killed the hard feelings.
Jeff pressed a warm cloth over her shoulders, "I'll, um, We can get you a new phone tomorrow."
"I got a new one, when you left," Anna confessed..
"Why?" Jeff sneered, "So you can text that guy?"
"No," Anna groaned from the tired accusation, "I need it for school-"
"You hurt me, Anna. Do you understand that?."
