ambushed

Jasmine's POV

I laid on my bed battered and in pains sobbing as I cursed at the world for being so cruel.

“I can't let this continue, my life can't just go down the drain like this, this has to stop.” I picked up my phone dialling my boyfriend's number.

“Hey, baby, whatchu doing?” Justin asked with an accent.

I sobbed.

“What's going on? What happened to you?”

“Babe, I don't think I can continue living in this house anymore, let's elope.” I resounded on the phone.

“Oh,” Justin's voice trailed off. “I gat you okay, just pick a few things when you're coming over tonight okay?”

“Okay, see there in 20 minutes” I sobbed, it was already past 10pm I picked up my torn bag, put it a few dressed and some toiletries.

After I went out to look if anyone was still outside, satisfied that they had all gone to bed I quietly locked my door, threw down my curtains and tied it on the railings.

Hanging my bag over my waist I slid down the curtain and landed with a light thud on the floor.

I ran as fast as I could like my life depended on it, if I was to get caught, I would be locked up and be on constant observation forever.

I got to the convenience store where I was supposed to Meetup with Justin, he wasn't there yet so I sat down wearily waiting for him.

“Jasmine.” A neighbor called out to me as she came out of the store. “What are you doing out here?”

I stiffened. “I… I , I came to run errands for my stepmom.”

“Hmm, when will this woman ever change.” She shook her head.

Just then Justin came in driving a car.

“Hi babe, let's go.” He said grabbing my bag and we zoomed off in his car. The woman watched us in utter confusion, I didn't care anymore, if she liked she could tell on me, I was gone for good and wasn't coming back.

“Here, I got drugs for you.” He said handing me some Medicine.

I took immediately panting, I've never left the house farther than this by this time before.

“Ease up okay, you're here with me now and I'm going to make sure they never lay their filthy hands on you ever again.” He assured me.

We got to a mall and I was amazed by how packed the whole place was by this time with teenagers.

“We're here to have fun okay, it's still your birthday and you deserve the best!” He called out holding my waist while lifting me up to the air.

I screamed in excitement.

He got me ice cream, burger and lots of treats.

“You like it?” He asked as I licked the ice cream.

“Mhmm” I nodded.

“Let me taste.” He said placing his lips on mine and my heart skipped for a moment, it was the first time he kissed me.

“Mmh,” he said. “It's nice”

He smiled lightly pushing back a strand of my rough hair. “You taste sweet.”

For a moment I felt like we were the only ones in the mall and the world stopped for a moment.

“Come-on, let's go have fun.” Justin said, jerking me out of my thoughts, he held my hands and we ran off playing like little kids in the mall.

****

After the whole night of fun and excitement, Justin took me to his place, it was a big apartment compared to how I had imagined.

I hesitated near the door, unsure of my place in his world.

“You can come in, you know,” he said with a warm smile, his voice warm but filled with a tone I couldn't quite place. “This is your safe place now.” He said setting my bag in the wardrobe.

“It's nice,” I said with a nodded stepping further into the room.

“It's yours for as long as you want it to be,” he said, walking over to me. “Here,” he said taking the shopping bags from my trembling hands and setting it aside. “Relax. You've been through enough tonight.”

“Thank you… for everything.”

His lips curved into a smile. “You don't have to thank me pookie.” The nickname rolled off his tongue like honey, and my cheeks flushed. “It's your birthday, isn't it? You deserve to feel special.”

I nodded.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the edge of the bed. “I'll make you some tea or hot chocolate, whatever you'd like. Just..m make yourself at home, okay?”

I nodded and he walked out.

When he returned, he carried two steaming mugs, setting one carefully into my hands. our fingers brushed, and I looked up at him, startled by how close he stood.

“To the new beginnings,” he said softly, raising his mug in a small toast.

“To new beginnings.” I concurred smiling faintly.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I just.. I don't want to be alone tonight.”

“You're not,” he said, his gaze steady. “You never have to be.”

His fingers traced delicate circles in my palm, and all I felt were butterflies, he placed his warm lips on mine while parting my legs and lifting up my dress and passionately working his lips through me.

He lifted me up on the bed hanging my legs on his shoulders as he slided into me.

The first thrust was unbearable and pleasurable at the same time and all I could think about was butterflies.

He stroke me aggressively for what felt like hours and I didn't notice when I passed out.

When I awoke Justin was towering with a bag.

“Babe what are you do..”

Before I could say anything he covered the bag on my head.