No place like hell by H.N. S (reading women .TXT) 📕

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The bell rang and I took my time with packing away my belongings, i bent down to retrieve my bag and forced everything in while i had my back to Jack and Claire.
“let’s go babes” Clair demanded in her put on, 'cute' baby voice
“babes? Erm no... you go ahead today i think.. i’m a ... go work out tonight” Jack finally said, i could clearly tell he was lying so i giggled, liking how not everyone swooned at the sight of Claire like she thought they did. I turned to find only myself and Jack left in the class room.

“Hay” he said in his seductive deep voice. I swallowed hard and froze in my tracks, this couldn’t be good.

-Jack’s P.O.V-

Finally the bell rang for the end of lesson and the girl i had spotted biting her sexy lips whilst staring up at me through her eyelashes got up to pack away. She was warring really short shorts, so when she bent over i felt movement in my pants as my erection built. I was quickly taken from my images of banging this mysterious girl when Claire was leaning on my desk, bringing my attention to her mighty cleavage bulging from her top, but it didn’t have the same effect on me as much as mysterious girl.

“Let’s go babes” she asked, but i was paying no attention. My eyes kept wandering to the girl from the desk next to mine.

“babes? Erm no... you go ahead today i think.. i’m a ... go work out tonight” I had to make a lie up, and it wasn’t helping that the mysterious girl was fixing her shorts that had ridden up slightly when she had bent down. And to top it off she let out a hot giggle sending me over the edge. Now i had to cover my bulging erection with my books and shifting my stance to make the pressure it was putting on my pants more comfortable. Once Claire had left the room i lent against my desk and waited for mystery girl to turn around.

“Hay” She spotted me and froze where she stood. At first I was confused but now i was sure that i could see fear in her eyes. She swallowed hard and suddenly i was filled with sadness and sympathy, all i wanted to do was embrace her in a tight hug and reassure her that everything was ok, i want to protect her. I had never felt this way about any girl before, i had to know who she was.

“My names Jake and you are?” I extended my hand but she just looked at it as if she was learning about human interaction for the first time. My eyebrows pushed together as emotion swept through me. She turned her head away and finally spoke.

“Emma and I know who you are” before i could register a response she was already making her way out the door. I followed her out calling her name, but when she didn’t respond i grabbed her wrist. I saw her whole body tense up and wince just at the touch of my hand. She gaped at me, tears filling her eyes, a response i would expect if i had just stabbed her. Pain started to pump through my body the more i looked into her eyes, the more i saw her vulnerability and the desire to cage her in my arms was at its strongest.

“GET OFF ME!” she screamed, piercing through the quiet empty halls. I quickly released my grip and held my hands up in a defensive response.

-Emma’s P.O.V-

As i exited the class room to get away from Jack as quickly as possible, he kept calling my name. I didn’t know what game he was playing so i just ignored him.

I was abruptly stopped when i felt a strong grip around my wrist. I shot my glance at Jack but all i could see was images of Simon and tears started to build up in my eyes.

“GET OFF ME!” I screamed, filling the halls. He quickly released me and lifted his hands into a defensive position in the air to which i took the opportunity to turn and try to escape without anything else being said or done.

“Wait!” he shouted as he ran in front of me, blocking the exit to the stairs with his God like muscular body.

“What do you want?” i asked irritated my his keenness and my annoyingly inappropriate lust for him.

“Emma, as in Emma Wilson?” My eyes shot from the floor to his as anger and fear filled my body, how did he know my name.

“H..how d..do you know my name?” i stuttered still in shock. His eyebrows pushed together deeper as if he was confused about my question.

“I am failing English and was told to ask someone to help tutor me, they told me about you.” He gave me a gentle smile and again i had to bite my lip to resist him. To resist pushing my hand through his hair. His smile grew wider from the satisfaction of my blushing that had spread across my face.

“No, find someone else” i snapped back at him. Angry for my body giving in to his looks. I didn’t like him, i can’t like him, for my protection and his. Realisation sets in and my eyes dart to the closest clock that read 4:20pm, the walk home takes 30 minute from here and Simon was home at 5:00pm. I knew i wasn’t going to make it at this rate. My heart started to race, my palms became sweaty and my throat was dry.

-Jacks P.O.V-

“I am failing English and was told to ask someone to help tutor me, they told me about you.”

I could see anger in her eyes, but that only added petrol to the fire. I wanted her, i needed her. Clearing my throat i gave her a gentle smile. Redness filled her face and now this temptation to rip her clothes off and take her on the floor was too much for me to control. I looked back up at her only to see the fear and panic i had once saw, but never want to see her make ever again, it pained me. She was looking at the clock, was she going to be late for something?

“You ok?” i asked. It took a while for her to snap out of her state of panic and shoot her head to meet mine.

“No, i..i need to b..be somewhere and i’m going to be late so please leave me alone!!” She whispered, barely able to make its way to my ears. I knew i had to help her out, i never wanted to see that pain again.

“If you say yes to tutoring me, i could give you a lift and you’ll be wherever in 10 minutes” Her eyes went soft as she thought about my offer.

“Ok, let me just go to the toilet first.” I was surprised at her sudden agreement, but more so at the fake smile she thought would trick me.

-Emma’s P.O.V-

“Ok, let me just go to the toilet first.” I whispered, i knew i had to say something otherwise he would never let me go and the later i was, the more i would bet beaten by Simon’s fist waiting for me at home. I swerved past him and through the doors. I turned the corner so he was now out of view and passed the toilets and i made a break for the doors to my freedom.

When Simon was home for 5:00pm, i had to make sure i got home to start making dinner for him. Only once have i been late before and that was when he snapped and the first time hitting wasn’t just enough.

(past)
I barged through the front door, aware that i was late by an hour and hadn’t told Simon that i had joined the English poetry club. I could escape from my horrible life with poetry and it made me feel safe.

As soon as i had shut the front door behind me a strong hand circled around my 14 year old throat and had pushed my back up against the door. His 6ft2, muscular body loomed over me, covering me with his shadow, hiding his more than average looks in the dark. I always thought he could remarry because of the way he looked, and maybe then he would be happy and love me again. He leaned down till his lips were touching my ears. I flinched at the touch but his grasp on my neck only got tighter.

“Where were you? Where you out with a boy?” He whispered into my ear, but as the shiver made its way down my spine i thought that really, he wanted to shout it. I couldn’t answer him, this was the first time he had ever talked to me like this, he was too close.
“ANSWER ME!” he was now shouting and I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut from fear and panic of what was going to happen next.

“N..no i..i was at school..” I finally found my voice

“LIAR!” He had now moved his face only inches from mine.

“No, i...” before i could defend myself he had harshly forced his lips onto mine. One of his hands started to slowly slide up and down my arm.

“No i don’t...owww!” he had bunched me right in the stomach and i doubled over, clutching my stomach.

“GET UP!” he shouted as he grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet making my stomach hurt all over again. His grasp was now hard on my arms as he pulled me to his lips, they were cold and hard, not what i was expecting my first kiss to be like.

We were gratefully separated by the sound of the house phone echoing throughout the house. He backed away, i was trying to grab as much air as i could to fill my lungs as he looked me up and down then looked to the direction of the ringing. “stay here!” he ordered, i didn’t think i could move. My feet were grounded into the floor as what had just happened haunted me.

Now was my only chance for freedom. I begged my legs to start moving and i headed for the stairs, hearing Simon slam the phone down and his footsteps getting closer into the room. As i reached the landing, Simon had already started on running full speed up the stairs.
“STOP EMMA!” He demanded, now the angriest i had ever seen him.

I ran into my room at the end of the hall and slammed the door shut, hoping that the lock could keep him out. I crawled into the corner, hugging my legs to my chest as hot tears streamed down my cheeks as hard knocks banged against my door. As i looked up from my knees at the door burst open, revealing Simon searching the room.

Once our eyes met he glared at me with hatred “You spoiled little bitch, you kill my wife and then treat your father this way!” he said as he stormed over to me. He viciously grabbed my arms pulling me up. I turned my head, but only for it to be met by his hand as it collided with my right cheek.

He threw