Jamie pulls out and I wince. I can feel his semen ooze out off me,
I'm his whore
, I think I'm gonna be sick, I get off the bed, gather my clothes and get out of his room as quickly as I can. I can barely move, my entire body feels like jello. I go into my bathroom but I can't hold it in any longer, I throw up on the floor and stagger to the toilet to spill out the remainder, all the milk, the grapes and probably bile, I cry and cough up everything until there's nothing left but a twisting feeling in my belly. I'm so disgusted with myself, with everything that just happened,
I'm as sick as him
. I stand up on my shaky feet and wobble my way back to the bedroom. I feel like the room is spinning, everything goes a blur and then dark, I collapse on the floor.
I wake up to gentle slapping on my face, "Skylar, wake up...Wake up Sky.", I open my eyes and see Jamie's concerned face, he let's out a sigh of relief when he sees me awake. I'm lying on my bed with Jamie sitting at the side of me, he sits me up and gives me a glass of water, I drink everything and hand it back to him. He looks at me and he seems angry, I want to cry again, he turns away at my expression and runs his hand through his hair, frustrated. "Why are you doing to yourself?" he asks exasperated.
What? I'm doing this!
"You are doing this me, why are doing this to me?!" I shout.
"I want you. Is it that bad? What's so awful about having sex with me?" he asks quietly.
"You are forcing me, I don't want to sleep with YOU!" I yell,
is all this not obvious
"So you want to fuck some else than?" he asks darkly, looking at me threateningly, his fist tightening around glass.
I raise my chin and look at him in the eye, "Anyone but you." I say firmly,
lying,
I need him to see I don't want this.
It happens so fast, I don't even see it, I just hear the glass shattering against the wall,
adding to the broken vase,
he grabs my hair and pulls me close to his face, he's jaw clenches, "You are mine, no one's gonna fuckin touch you but me." he spits out in fury. "You enjoyed every second of fucking me, I never saw anyone cum as hard as you." he continues, looking at me dangerously.
"You made me, I didn't want to!" I choke out, mortified.
His eyes move around my face, analysing me. "You're lying." he smirks and shoves me back on the pillow. "Rest for while, I'm gonna take care of all this mess before you hurt yourself." he says irritated. I snort at his comment,
yeah cos I'm hurting myself,
he glares at me then walks to the bathroom. I pull my blanket up and lie back. I think he's cleaning up my puke, I smile to myself,
Mr High 'n Mighty cleaning.
He goes out of the room and comes back with a dust bin and broom, I watch him sweep up the broken pieces, my eyelids feel heavy, I feel drowsy, all the pain dissipating from my body,
did he put painkillers in the water?
I doze off.
I wake up around 1pm, I feel much better. I go in the bathroom, wash my face and wipe my body. I put my clothes back on and go downstairs. I can't hear or see him anywhere so I try my luck and go to the elevator, trying numerous codes. "I made us something to eat." he says behind me. I whip around and look at him guiltily, he ignore me and goes to the kitchen. I follow him there, he's wearing a navy blue fitted shirt and dark blue levis jeans. I sit opposite him at the counter, there's 2 plates of sandwiches and 2 glasses of orange juice. I pull my plate towards me, and check my sandwich,
oh no,
it's cold meat with lettuce, cucumber and tomatoes. I pick up the veg and nibble at it, not looking up at all.
