Broken Angel

"Shut up b***h!" He screams at me, and I feel his hand smack me across the face. I can smell the liquor on his breath. I shouldn't have started with him when he's been drinking. I just hate being locked up. I know I should comply. Do what he wants. Growing up with an abusive father, and now being stuck here on this yacht with someone I thought was my friend. I just can't. I don't want to live. Wiping the blood from my lip, I yell back at him pushing him away from me. "Jackson, you're a f*****g douchbag and I will NEVER f*****g love you!" As I try to push my way out of his grasp. He grabs my hand and pulls me against his shirtless body. Wrapping one arm around me and the other grabing my face, he gives me his cocky twisted smile and forces his tongue into my mouth. I am Trying to push away from him, but he holds me tighter. I can feel his tongue going down my neck. Licking me like a dog. "You don't really mean that Angel, or you wouldn't let me do this" He says and he pushes me against the door. Holding me in place with the full weight of his body. He grabs my hands and Holds them above my head with one of his hands. With his other, he wastes no time. He rips my shirt down and grabs my breast and starts biting it, and trying to fit the whole thing in his mouth. I need to stop this before it goes any further. It hurts so bad. Me and my big mouth got me into this situation tonight. I knee him as hard as I can. Hitting him in his thigh. Though I was aiming for something else. "Jackson, I never Let you do anything, you asshole". He lets go of me. I'm to pissed off to cry. I scream at him. "Why? Why do you keep f*****g hurting me?!" Without saying a word, he walks out the door. Almost as if I hurt his feelings. Not forgetting to lock me in of course. I don't know which Jackson will come back for me. Or even If he will come back. He's like 2 people in one. I hate him so much. I take a few minutes to collect myself before I go into the bathroom. I just want to shower, and wash him off me. I don't know how much time I have before he comes back. I don't want to be naked if he comes in either. Without even waiting for the water to warm up. I quickly take my clothes off and get into the shower. The cold water dripping down my bruised body feels so good. I wish I could stay here forever. Just then I hear the door open. I quickly shut the shower off and reach for my towel. It's to late. He grabs it Before I can and says "don't stop because I came in, keep going. You are so beautiful, Angel. I want to watch you wash your whole body". Rolling my eyes, I demand, "Shut up, and give me my towel, and the the hell out of here!" He refuses. He really does have the perfect body. Tall, muscular, dark brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. He has the cocky rich boy attitude and acts like a spoiled brat. Never thought he'd be this crazy though. He's been my best friend for 2 years. I had never seen him like this. He was always kind and sweet. Dropping his shorts, he says. "I'll get out, when I get off." Turning the shower back on, he joins me. Lifting my chin to make eye contact. He rubs his thumb over my now slightly swollen lip. He says calmly "I'm so sorry Angel" leaning in for a kiss. I turn my face. He kisses my cheek softly "I love you so much." I don't push him away this time. At least I get nice Jax for now. I feel his fingers rubbing my c**t gently. "May I?" He asks, as if I really have a choice. I nod my head in agreement. He sticks them inside me ever so softly, as if he's not wanting to hurt me. I let out a soft moan. Slightly tugging on my hair kissing my neck and fingering me. I really just want it to be over. But it feels so good, I can't help but moan and want more. He pulls out his fingers and starts rubbing his d**k between my legs. "Do you want me to f**k you, Angel?" Part of me wants to kill him, part of me wants to f**k him. Either way theres no point in fighting him. "Yes" I say. He slowly sticks his d*** inside me. I jump a little, as I'm still sore from last night when he wasn't so nice. He stops for a second as if he actually cares that he hurt me. Slowly going in all the way. Thrusting himself in and out ever so gently, kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. Why do I let him do this to me? This Jax is the one I became friends with. Gentle, and caring. I don't even know who the other one is. I whisper to him, between breaths. "When can I go home?" He covers my mouth with his hand still thrusting in and out. He giggles a little "You are home Angel" I let a single tear roll down my face. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I want this to be over. So I can go to sleep. So I try to make it more enjoyable for him. I'm not very experienced, so I really don't know what to do. I just let him do what he wants to me. Finally I feel him c*m. He gives me a kiss and thanks me before walking out. I wash myself up and get dressed. Stepping out of the bathroom, He is waiting for me in my bed. I stand at the door as if protesting. "I.. I can't Jax, not again, please, I'm so tired." Patting his hand on the bed next to him "Don't worry, you did a great job already. I just want to hold you for a little while." Great, I think. As if he doesn't take enough from me, now he wants to sleep in bed with me. Do I fight him on this? I don't have the energy tonight. I just get in bed. Laying down next to him, he wraps both his arms around me holding me tightly. Almost as if he's trying to make me feel safe. I'm so tired. I don't even care. Just as I am about to close my eyes, he whispers in my ear. "I have a surprise for you tomorrow. Angel" kissing me on my cheek. "Good Night beautiful" I don't say anything back. I close my eyes, and wonder how the hell I ended up here. Trying to pretend I'm home, and laying in my own bed ALONE.