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Post by Jacky on Jan 12, 2007 20:10:32 GMT
"Giselle.. you can't stay like this forever." I take a step closer, warily though. "..I made *one* mistake."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 12, 2007 20:14:44 GMT
"It's a mistake to you and another scar for me!" I point out and I stand up. I plift my shirt up, only a little and show him a clear bruis on my waste "Too bad your mistake left some marks on me' I glare at him. If he thinks this is normal or if he thinks I'll get over it just like that then he is wrong. He totally changed my perception of him..  |
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Post by Jacky on Jan 12, 2007 20:17:09 GMT
I look at the bruise, and my eyes narrow slightly as a frown comes to my features..
Hell.. how rough was I last night?
It would really help to know what exactly happened, and how things went down. But my memory still fails on me. Though seeing evidence of the violence the night before like this.. it makes me swallow the lump that's suddenly stuck in my throat.
Bloody hell..
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 12, 2007 20:31:31 GMT
I look at Jack and see the look in his eyes change.
Hell yeah he was rough last night. He started cute, cuddle and sweet, just wanting to have sex but when I told him to be quick and not expect too much from me he didn't quite agree. He made sure I'd be where he wanted me to be, moving me roughly, grabbing me arms, my waist, pinching my legs..
It wasn't just sex, he was out of control and he hurted me.. The fact alone that I didn't want to and he was too bloody drunk to be descent and not abuse me was enough..
He's not the way I remembered him. I've never seen him drunk before, not in this kind of state.
The first time we got drunk was when we were kids. Since then we've been drunk before but he was behaving most of the time. And up to now I haven't had any problems with him, hell I've always longed for him to come back to me. This is the first time I REALLY want him gone ..
it's scary
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2007 20:16:04 GMT
"...I'll get you a cabin." I tell her. My throat has run dry, and when I glance up to her eyes I get a sudden flash of memory of those eyes filled with tears. Sh!t.. F*ckin' hell.
I turn around and leave, thoughts spinning.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 14, 2007 8:54:08 GMT
"good' I mumble when he already turned around and left.
I sit on the railing and look at the people doing theirnightshift.
Just three more days and I can leave. Three more days.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 14, 2007 10:12:25 GMT
I eventually find a storage room which only just has the room for a hammock. I find one of those as well, and then take the key of the room from my keychain. So that even I don't have any for it anymore.
I head back updecks to Giselle.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 14, 2007 12:15:33 GMT
I watch Jack as he approaches me 'Do you have a room?" I ask him, simple and matter of factly. I may act as if he is a total stranger to me now but it still hurts inside to act this way. But some how I don't see any other choise..
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Post by Jacky on Jan 14, 2007 13:48:11 GMT
"Aye." I mumble, and hold up the key so she can take it. "Second next t' the galley."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 14, 2007 14:49:00 GMT
"good' I mumble and I take the key from him, without touching him or looking at him.
I get off the rail and pass Jack, then I quickly go downstairs, to make sure he won't follow me.
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