Page 10 of Pretend
“Maybe.” I chirp, trying to hide how uncomfortable I’m feeling. Frankie’s dark eyes turn into slits, and I’m internally cringing. “I gotta go, I’ll see you later, Akana.” I pretend Frankie is nonexistent and leave. Zeke waves me off and makes his way to the nearest barista.
My phone buzzes again, and I dare to check it as I get to my car.
Unknown: Just a ghost on the wall.
What the hell?
When I get to my car, I look up from my phone. There’s a bouquet of marvelous flowers tucked into the windshield wipers. They’re all black daisies like they’ve been painted that way, except one bright yellow in the center, untouched and glowing against the others.
“Let’s fuck.”He whispers into my ear, cold liquor breath lingers into my nose, and I groan in response. I already know who it is. My eyes are still closed, and I’m annoyed he’s waking me up before I have to meet with Ravenmore.
“Jack...no. Please. I have to be up in—" I glance at the clock on my nightstand, opening one eye and staring at bright white digits.
2:12 am
“I have to be up in a few hours to see Ravenmore. Please stop.”
But my college sweetheart boyfriend of three years doesn’t, as always. He keeps pushing my boundaries and not in the ways I desire. I’m on my stomach when I feel his hands snake into my bottoms, pulling both my underwear and shorts off all the way down to my ankles. He yanks them off aggressively from my toes, and the clothes fall to the floor. I inhale sharply, my mind still blinded by sleepy fog. His intense demands forced my senses to come alive. His moves are rooted in the fierce salacity he exhilarates.
He’s never done this before, and usually, this is something I’ve been wanting to explore…but not tonight.
I feel his chest on my back, his hardened length on my ass, trailing it down to my entrance. He stops when he finds my pussy, and I hold onto my bedsheets, preparing for the painful intrusion. I scrunch my white blankets into my palms until my knuckles match the color of my silk bedsheets, and then I shut my eyes tight.
“Babe...Alessia. I have to give you a proper goodbye.” He bites my earlobe, and I grind my teeth, irritated...but most of all hurt.
He knows I’m getting deployed.
“Don't, Jack. Let’s just sleep. We already said ‘goodbye’ this afternoon,” I beg. Even though I didn’t want to. I don’t have a sex drive these days, but either way, I gave in to him, bending me over the living room couch after dinner. The stress of work and the upcoming deployment has me wound tight, and I can’t think of anything else lately but work. Either way, despite my dry mindset with sex, I gave in to him, letting him fuck me before he left for his friend’s place earlier. He’s just now returning home, drunk. As usual on Friday nights.
“Please, stop,” I continue to plead with his drunken capacity, but my words fly over his head and into the thick night.
He doesn't stop. He ignores me, kissing my shoulder three times before his lips disappear.
“Let me say goodbye again.” He growls, unable to take my rejection with patience.
I really don’t want to fight with him, so I look at him over my shoulder and nod.
He grabs my waist, digging his hands onto my skin so tight, so drunkenly. I whimper from the unwanted pain. I love pain with my pleasure…just not right now, and lately, not from him. He pushes me up until I’m on my knees, bent over...still holding onto the bedsheets, and I close my eyes.
Then he pushes himself into me.
“Fuck, I’m going to miss this tight pussy,” he moans.
I close my eyes tighter and let my mind drift into a different place while he abuses my body in the way he wants. Then, just like that, I’m in a different placeof peace. The beach. The ocean is so blue in the summer. A warm breeze, not too hot. Not too cold. The sun shines bright, reflecting off the serene atmosphere. I smell fresh seafood and piña coladas by the water.
Yes...that's where I am right now.
I’m not being forced to have sex by my boyfriend so hard that the sound of his waist pounding against mine fills the air. My whimpers escape me with each pound of drunken lust he gives me. It all doesn't matter anymore. Just the sound of delusional waves and?—
My eyes bulge, and Jack stops fucking me when the glass breaks from our bedroom window, and I scream.
The sound of glass shattering ends in seconds, and so does my stunned yelp from my lungs.
“Ah fuck! Something got my shoulder!” Jack shouts, holding onto his wound.
He gets off me, and I scramble underneath the bed sheets for cover. Jack hides on the other side of the bed, grabbing his jeans to cover himself, and tears that had formed five minutes ago roll down even harder.
“What the fuck was that?” Jack looks at his hand, and a few drops of red appear on his fingertips.
