Go away, Jake.
I silently pray.
“Emma, open the door … For the love of god.” He returns, his voice calmer, yet still booming through at me.
“Someone’s at the door, Jake …”
Go answer it and leave me alone to freak out. Leave me to calm down and stop shaking like a leaf.
I’m trying to sound cold and cool, but I’m petrified.
“I don’t give a f**k, now open the door … Why are you hiding?” he’s exasperated, hurt.
Why am I hiding? Because I’m scared … The overwhelming realization of what I’ve just done is drowning me. Jake’s anger and aggression are scaring me. I’m suffocating, and I can’t think straight. I can’t look at him … How could I? I’ve just seen every part of him naked and let him do things to me; intimate things … Pleasurable things!
For the first time in my life they didn’t fee
