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James POV

Thomas is the best boyfriend I could have asked for. He thinks I'm hot, but he's with me for more than just my body. He buys me nice things, not to buy me, but to make me happy. And he always leaves little notes around the dorm or flowers or candy that I'm not supposed to eat.

Right now I'm looking at the boquete of roses he set in front of our dorm's door. They're a deep shade of red with evergreen stems, stunning. A note is attached to a ribbon wrapped around the flowers' stems. It reads:

Meet me at the club on 141st Street at 2 p.m.

Love,

Your one and only

Huh. The "your one and only" thing is new, but whatever, I like it. Also, who goes to the club at two in the afternoon? Maybe we're just gonna fool around in his car. And they say chivalry is dead!

I'm gonna wear my booty shorts and a loose t-shirt. I'm probably gonna take it off anyway, so why dress cute?

The club isn't too far from here so I start walking, looking like I'm doing a Walkashame in this outfit.

I finally reach the club and I don't see Thomas or his car anywhere. That's.... odd.

Nevertheless, I walk towards the door, thinking that he could be inside. A strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me towards the parking lot. Wow, Thomas is being really forward about this impromptu dick appointment.

"Heyyy baby~ Why'd you make me come all the way out here? And the roses were beautiful by the way~"

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"Don't fucking 'hey baby' me you little ho. I saw you with that football player. You think you can just cheat on me!? What the fuck is your problem!?"

I freeze. My heart stops beating, this can't be happening. No, no. Numbers start racing through my head. 1 in 4 men experience violence, sexual harassment or stalking from a current or former intimate partner. 1 in 7 men experience severe violence from a partner. 72% of all murder suicides include an intimate partner.

Reynold's hand, covered in cheap rings, slaps me back to reality.

"Now, baby. I don't want to hurt you, but you just don't listen. All you have to do is come home with me. I have an apartment and a steady job on an oil rig. Please baby, just come back to Virginia?"

That sounds a lot better than the idea of him murdering me.

"Reynolds, are you still using? How do I know that what happened before won't happen again?"

"My sugar, I'm squeaky clean. I went to prison for about a month or two, but I got a parole officer who tests me like crazy. I can't use nothing unless I wanna go back. And the only reason I ever touched you was because you made me mad while I was drunk, honey. I just couldn't deal with you sleeping with all those other guys. You're mine."

"What do you mean?! You made me sleep with those guys to buy the stuff to fuel your addiction!"

"That ain't my fault. I was using then. That wasn't me it was the drugs, the alcohol. Blame them!"

I can't believe this. How'd he fucking find me. "Listen James, I can't do this again. I have a life here. We aren't together anymore, I have a boyfriend for pete's sake!"

His whole nice guy facade drops.

"Yeah I know about your slutty ass, spreading yourself around the King's football team. Especially with that Jeffershit. You belong to me! Now get in the fucking car James!"

He yanks me by the arm and throws me in the backseat of his banged up Dodge Neon. The doors are locked. I think about breaking a window, but then I see the 9mm glock in the passenger seat. I'm trapped. I miss Thomas and I'm scared to death. So I lay down and cry.

James notices my state and gently pulls over. He just gestures with his arms for me to climb into the front seat and into his lap.

"I don't want to be anywhere near you, you fucking psycho!" I scream through sobs

James just grabs my arm, hard, forcing me to get into his lap. He wraps his arms around me, a little too hard. He doesn't hold me like he wants to comfort me, only like he wants to keep me under control and in his power. But he's something to hold, so I wrap my arms around his neck and sob into his shirt.

"Sh, it's okay sweetheart. Let it out."

I hate this. I hate him. I miss Thomas. I might never see him again. This just makes me sob harder. I bawl like a baby until I just can't anymore, all I can do is hold on tighter to the very reason of my despair.

James lifts my face up by my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. He leans in for a kiss, but I don't kiss back. For as long as I live I will never show him any more affection than it takes to survive. James doesn't care though, he just kisses harder and moves to my neck.

I can't bring myself to care about any of this. It's all too familiar to care about. Just focus on surviving. All I have to do is stay alive till I can get out.

When Reynolds is done with me he shoves me back into the backseat and starts the car again. I feel my eyelids droop, I need to sleep. My grim future is so inevitable that I might as well face it well-rested.

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Yo like,,,,, I'm sorry That it took so long and that the fluff is over and how sudden and short this chapter was, but comment  do you think james will get away, and if yes how? God that was a cheesy question