I tried my best to push him from me but it felt like the harder I tugged, the harder he forced the kiss on me. I managed to stomp his toe harshly then he finally released me from his grip, I didn't wait to see his reaction before landing a hot slap across his cheeks. Everything felt still, this was the very first time I had actually landed my hands on him, my hands ached from the pain while my heart ached from seeing this. Jake raised his head facing me, the side of face was marked imprints of my fingers, I gasped hard covering my mouth with my hands. His eyes were clouded with so many emotions, one which held guilt, I rushed towards him feeling so bad, "what have I done?" He stepped back from me, refusing to let me touch me, "don't..." he said in a hushed tone, his eyes not meeting mine, "I deserve it." Yes... he deserved it but in the end, should I blame him or blame the alcohol? Fuck, I hated feeling vulnerable. "I'm sorry... I'll leave," he suddenly said, about leaving my r
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