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

none of my marks could be revealed. I was sometimes grateful that Simon doesn’t take care of me properly, like make me sit down for dinner or give me lunch money because now i can fit into a size 6 comfortably even though some school days i sometimes pass out due to having no energy left in me.

I heard a car pull up outside, i ran to the window thinking Simon came back because he hadn’t had enough of me yet. My body instantly calmed and i let out the breath i was holding unconsciously as i saw Jack step out of his car and towards my front door. I ran down stairs and opened the door to find him practically filling it with his big muscular body.

“Hi” he smiled at me and my face turned red. Why do i keep acting like this around him? I look to floor to hide my shame.

“Hello” i replied, dryly. “ let me just get my things” I turned back to go get my school bag when I noticed Jack following me into the house. I quickly turn, using my body to block entrance into the house.

“what’s wrong?” Jack frowned slightly but still looking so sexy “you don’t want me to come in?” His eyes pierce at me and I feel as though he can see through me. Feeling uncomfortable I look down at my shoes, hiding my tomato coloured face.

“no” I whispered.

Jack now with a confused look nods his head, turns on his heal and heads towards his car. I shut the door behind me and quickly gather everything I’ll need. I frantically search my room for my phone and I start to freak, if I don’t take it and Simon can’t get in contact with me, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave the house for a week but not from him stopping me but from the marks he would leave.

After 20 minutes of searching, I finally find it under a pile of clothes, sighed with relief and rushed down stairs.

I locked the door and walked up to the passenger side of Jacks car. I paused before opening the door, thinking whether this was a good idea.

I finally opened the door slowly and sat but before I could change my mind Jack turned to face me.

“You ready? What took you so long?” with genuine concern on his face he looked so hot but it was strange for me to get sympathy from someone after the constant abuse I regularly get.

“Why do you care?” I snapped, trying to cover up the shake in my voice. Damn Jack, why does he have to be so sexy and considerate?

“I do care, when you worry you get this cute, but sad wrinkle in your forehead” he gave a shy smile then started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Wow Jack actually notices me! Wait, why does this keep effecting me? Yes sure he’s got a Greek God like body, popular, sexy smile and now caring but I can’t let him affect me like this otherwise both me and him will be put into danger by the hands of my father.

When my cheeks flashed bright red from thinking about his body I shook my head to snap out of it and concentrate on how I was going to get myself through today.

All through the drive i kept repeating in my head that Jack wasn’t going to harm me, but being locked inside a big metal box with him my thoughts just went back to last night. I tightly clenched my hand into a fist and my nails dug so hard it broke skin sending a burning pain through me to distract me from my memories.

“You had breakfast yet?” I jumped from the sudden question as it took me out of my thoughts. “Emma?”

“oh… erm… no”

“it’s the most important meal of the day! Do you want anything in particular?” With adrenalin and fear running through me, all I could manage in response was a shake of my head saying

‘no’.

The 10 minute drive to the café seemed like forever and I felt the blood in my palm from the increase of pressure my nails put on the wound they created. Once we pulled up and I was out in the open, in public, I released the pressure and relaxed and followed Jack into the café.

We had just missed the morning rush so there was only us, the teenaged waitress and an elder gentleman in the corner cradling a coffee whilst he glanced at life passing by the window. I slid into my seat in a both off to the side before the waitress came up to our table. He handed us both menus, but although she asked me what I wanted, she only looked at Jack with lust in her eyes. I wanted to stand up, slam her face into the counter and.. wait, what was I thinking!?!

When I looked up Jack had ordered almost everything on the menu.

“I didn’t know what you liked..” Before he could finish, I interrupted

“So you order everything!?! Wow rich people really don’t know the true meaning of spending money wisely!”

“That’s a mean stereotype, anyway my family have always had money… I’m sure a little breakfast wouldn’t even put a dent in it” he chuckled as he proudly shown off his wealth.
I could be bothered to argue back, so instead I rolled my eyes.

“Anyway, how you know so much about me but whenever I ask you a question you always answer it with a question.” Jack tilted his head to the side but kept a playful smile on his face.

“why do you always have to ask questions?” I snapped, I don’t like people digging too much into my personal life.

“you’re right” The look of hurt crossed his face, “I’m sorry” His eyes never left mine and once more my face turned into a tomato and I bit my bottom lip to try and contain some of the lust I had for him… it was difficult.

Before I could answer the pervert waitress returned with our never ending order of food. The plates filled the table and my eyes darted to each one, I haven’t eaten since Thursday!

Jack shuffled the plate of bacon and eggs in my direction with a smug smile on his face, I think he might have saw my gawking at them. My eyes never left the plate as I made a pro cons list in my mind, but soon hunger took over my logic and my body gave in and reached for the fork and knife, but as I reached I made sure the bruises on my wrists never shown.

I dug in to the delicious, crispy bacon and the poached egg done to perfection and let out a silent groan to show my appreciation of the food, only to be met by Jacks groan and shuffle in his seat. When I looked up I saw that Jack had stopped eating and staring deep into my eyes. I saw lust and hunger in his, something I had seen many times with Simon, however this time, it was different with Jack. I should have been repulsed by this, but instead I started to get wet between my legs and I know Jack was different. How could my groan make him look at me this way?

For the rest of the meal I made sure I didn’t make another sound because I felt as though Jack had made that face at me again, we would have done it there on the table. I was both scared and excited by the idea, but fear took over.
Chapter 4- Friend or foe?

Getting out of Jacks car, I had only just notice how extravagant the houses.. no the mansions in the north west were! I was too busy trying to keep calm in the car to look out the window but now, the full view of his house was mind blowing. The castle- like mansion was white, three floors high and surrounded by vast amounts of grass covered land.

“Emma?” Jack’s deep sexy voice snapped me out of my trance of admiration over something he so casually calls home. I blink and start to follow Jack up the beautiful stone pathway, boarded by nicely trimmed flowers of all kind.

When we entered his room, almost three times as big as mine with a walk in wardrobe and bathroom, opposite to the king-sized bed. His room was painted blue and balck, but still kept light from his huge windows taking up the whole wall on the far side.

Jack walked over to his bed and sat down, rubbing the space next to him suggesting that i sat there. Instead i went to his desk and set up the books needed to teach this monkey some English but i was stopped by his sexy chuckle at my stubbornness. It went quiet for a moment until Jack was standing behind me and i stiffened.

He lent down, his lips brushing against my ear "Just relax, i'm not going to bite" He whispered with a smile spreading across his face as he reached over me to grab the poetry book, sending shivers all over my body. I turned my head away trying to control the heat rushing to my cheeks, but i only stiffened more. He gripped my shoulder and i jumped from the chair, anger and fear both rushing through me as i turned and faced him.

"Emma?.. " His face had gone from handsomely joyful to hurt, but still making him look sexy which only angered me more.

"Just because i was forced to tutor you doesn't mean we're friends and definitely doesn't mean you can just willingly touch me whenever you want.." He lifted his hands into a defensive position and took a step forward but i only responded by lifting my hand signalling him to stop and took a step back to widen the space between us. He looked even more upset, and i began to regret what i was saying, but i had to because i couldn’t have anyone get close to me, not again. I closed my eyes to suppress the tears.

"I will only tutor you if stay..." I was cut off by Jack grasping my bruised wrist tightly causing me to wince. I opened my eyes and was shocked as i stared into his eyes, which were now filled with anger.
"WHAT IS THIS?" He shouted, mostly concern wrapped around his words whilst pointing to the old scars, covered by the fresh ones on my hand. I cowered in fear as now i couldn't