James Madison POV

Reynolds shakes me awake as he practically drags me up the stairs of his, surprisingly nice apartment complex.

When we reach his supposed door he pulls out a golden key. As he unlocks the door I check the inside. Yup, he's prepared. Reynolds got a door that locks from the outside.

As I look around the rest of the apartment, on the verge of tears, the place looks... normal. Not stained or cracked, it doesn't smell like spilled drinks or weed or sex. It's kind of classy.

I mean, I never expected James to change, so this is really fucking weird. I feel like all of this is a mask for something worse than he ever was before.

Reynolds catches me staring at his place and smiles. "Yeah, baby, I told you I got it under control. I make hella bank now. You'll never have to work ever again, well except for me, that is."

"W-what does th-that mean?" I can't believe I'm back with Reynolds. Same guy different place.

"I want this place spotless everyday I come home from work. I want dinner and breakfast perfect. I want you to maintain that tight lil body of yours. And I also want that body every night. Understood?"

I nod. Like a fucking wimp. I shouldn't just give in to his old behavior like this. I need to stop him before he kills me.

But I don't. I'm terrified.

I follow Reynolds into the bedroom, afraid of what might happen if I don't.

He rips my shirt and throws me onto the bed. This is too fucking familiar.

I start to cry, but this bastard seems to be getting off on it. Sick.

••••••timeskip••••••

I wake up the next morning to a note on the bedside table.

You looked too beautiful sleeping to wake you up to make me breakfast. This isn't normal. Don't forget dinner and wake up tomorrow.

Love,

Your one and only

He is NOT my 'one and only'. Thomas is. I miss him so much. Every time I think of him I start to cry. I have to get out of here.

The door is locked on the outside, I already know. There are tons of windows.

Looking around, most of them are thick and locked and 3 stories up.

Then I walk into the bedroom. That window doesn't open, but it's thin enough to break. And it's positioned right next to a fire escape.

I almost chicken out before I think of Reynolds coming home and realize that I cannot do that again.

I grab the lamp and ram the end into the glass. 1. 2. 3. 4 times until the glass falls out of the pane.

One foot is out the window when the bedroom door flies open. I should run, but I just freeze.

"Motherfucker" James mumbles. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me back to the ground, causing me to cut my leg on broken glass.

He doesn't say a word he just snatches my elbow and hurls me against the wall.

"Why would you disrespect me like that?! I don't fucking understand you! All you have to do is cook, clean, fuck and stay, and you can't manage that?! You're lucky that it's me you're messing with! I'm so fucking forgiving!!"

As he finishes yelling he begins to laugh, real crazy. Oh no.

"So I don't get breakfast, or dinner, or respect. But you know what I do get?"

God that smile is sickening. Here we go again.

•••

As he finishes he leans down to my ear spitting, "You're fucking mine. Do what I say and you'll be fine."

He practically suffocates me in his sleep. I can't even cry.

I will get out. 

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We all wanna know what's up with Thomas but tbh idk yet soooo  enjoy? I guess?