Enough

There was more bruised skin than there wasn't. I tenderly applied a heavy duty concealer over my bruised cheek. I deserved this, I knew I did, but it didn't make the pain in my chest go away. I finished putting make makeup on and then stripped down. My body was covered in bruises; some were old but most were recent. I made him mad again, and he reacted - I deserved this.

I made sure my bruises were either covered by cloth or make up before walking downstairs. Jake hated when I walked around bruised up. He says that anything that happens under his roof is his business and not for the public’s eye. He didn't like questions, especially if they were personal or criticizing is masculinity. I walked downstairs and Jake was sitting on the couch, when he saw me he got up and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me without saying a word. When he pulled away and kissed me, I kissed him back.

"I'm sorry about last night," he said when he parted from me. "You know I hate when things get out of control like that."

I nodded and smiled up at him. I was only a few inches above five foot tall and he was somewhere over the six foot mark. "I know," I told him, "I disrespected you last night. I shouldn't have and I'm really sorry."

"That's okay," he kissed me lightly on the lips; "I forgive you." He always did. "Want to go eat breakfast?"

I nodded and he grabbed his keys and my hand and then walked out the door.

We ended up at a small diner by the pier. Jake directed me to a table in the back and we sat down. The waitress walked up, introduced herself and then asked for our drink order. Jake ordered a coffee, and I ordered water even though I was craving a sugar filled coffee as well. The waitress walked away and returned a moment later with our drinks. She then asked if we were ready to order.

Jake nodded and proceeded to order an omelet with extra cheese and bacon. She turned to me and waited for me to order. I was half tempted to order the French toast with extra powdered sugar, but I knew Jake wouldn't be happy with that choice so I settled for a small bowl of plain oatmeal.

After the waitress walked away again and Jake was sure she wouldn't be coming back soon, he took a sip of his coffee and then said, "Rebekah, I have a guy at work who is really, really interested in meeting you."

My heart dropped, the only time he wanted one of his friends to meet me was when sex was involved. "Jake, I..."

"You love me, don't you, Rebekah?" He interrupted, "You like when I buy you things? You like the roof over your head? You do, right? My pay check covers the rent and the bills. You don't have a job, so you've left me no choice. If we're going to get the things we want and need in this life, you're going to have to suck it up."

"I was actually thinking about getting a job," I told him, "there's a few hours available at..."

Again, he interrupted me. "You're not getting a job, I can't trust you."

"But Jake, I can help with the bills and you won't have to..."

Jake slammed down his mug of coffee, the dark liquid sloshed from side to side and spilled on the table. "Are you disrespecting me again, Rebekah? I take you out to breakfast and this is how you act."

"No, Jake I..." I sputtered.

"Do you think I'm not capable of taking care of you? Do you think I'm not a man?"

"No, you're right!" I told him trying to calm him down. "I was stupid for asking. I'm sorry."

A guy from the booth beside us looked over at us. "Is everything all right, ma'am?"

"Yeah, she's fine." Jake answered, picking his coffee cup back up and bringing it to his lips.

"I was asking the lady," the man replied, glaring at Jake and then looking at me with a softer expression.

I gave a small smile, "Everything is fine, thank you."

The man returned my small smile, gave a short nod and then turned back to his conversation with the woman sitting across from him. I looked over at Jake and noticed his grip on his coffee cup. I wondered if he was debating throwing it at me or the man, thankfully the waitress showed up with our food before I could find out. Jake put his coffee cup down and began to eat his food in silence and I knew he was going to punish me later.

*
Later that afternoon, I was in the laundry room folding clothes when Jake called me into the living room.

I dropped the towel I was folding into the basket and walked towards his voice. When I entered the living room, Jake was standing by the front door with a man next to him. He was the same height as Jake, his skin was tanned and he had short dark hair.

"Rebekah, this is Chris." Jake announced.

"Nice to meet you," I lied. My palms began to sweat as he looked me up and down.

"Chris is going to take real good care of you while I'm at work," Jake smiled.

I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth. "Oh, Jake, please don't make me do this again."

Jake grabbed me around my arm right above my elbow and dragged me upstairs. He pulled me into the guest room where he allowed his friends to rape me and slapped me across the face. The blow stung my cheek but I didn't dare shed a tear, he hated tears.

"You better act right this instant or else, Rebekah." He spat. "He paid me upfront so you better damn well allow him to do what he wishes."

"Jake, please..." I don't know what came over me but I couldn't help but beg him.

Jake inhaled deeply and pushed me onto the bed, "I swear to God, Chris better leave here happy, Rebekah." He shook his head and walked out of the bedroom.

I heard Jake and Chris talking briefly downstairs before I heard the front door close and footsteps began to climb the stairs. The bedroom door creaked open and Chris walked in. He pulled off his shirt, and shut the door as he kicked off his shoes. He walked over to the bed and pulled me into a sitting position.

"You're so beautiful," he told me as he stoked my cheek where Jake had just slapped me.

I had the fight the urge to pull away. I didn't want to do this. I hoped he didn't make me do this.

Chris pulled me up and kissed me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and began to explore. His hand traveled up my side, against my chest, across my collar bone and found its way to my throat. He held it there for a few moments, not tight enough to cause discomfort but tight enough to let me know it was there. After he got bored with kissing me his hand around my throat sound its way to the top of my head. He shoved his hand down, and my knees buckled out of instinct and I fell to my knees. Chris grabbed a fist full of my hair and began unbuttoning his pants with his free hand. He allowed his pants to fall to the ground and pulled his boxers down.

"Suck it, whore."

Notes

New-ish story. Let me know if you guys like it or not, I wasn't sure if I wanted to publish it the first time around on mibba and I still don't know if I'm comfortable publishing it this time around. Thank you so, so much for reading! Characters tab is open so you can view what Rebekah and Jake look like. Or you can use your imagination if you'd like! i try not to give out too many physical details of my original characters due to people of a different ethnicity that might read read this. Anyways, thanks again for reading!
Edit: I really hate how small those pictures are in the characters tab. So, here's link to larger photos of my two original characters. Rebekah is portrayed by Elizabeth Gillies and Jake is portrayed by Kevin Federline.

Rebekah || Jake

Title Credit: Halsey "Trouble (Stripped)"