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Niki: No twincest or incest in this story. But trust me when I say that Jack's complete asshole nature has yet to be revealed. Thank you for reading!

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Two weeks have passed and things haven’t gotten any better. Flashbacks plague me and I haven’t been able to write anything, which is really bad when being a writer is how you make money. Jack has been generally absent except when he comes home drunk and wants to have sex. Mark has pulled him off me once or twice which has caused fights. I’m currently sitting in my office, staring at a blank Word page. I’ve been here for two hours, all the while, the cursor taunts me. Blank pages aren’t good for novel deadlines but all I can think about is my relationship with Jack falling apart. I’ve tried to not flinch when he touches me and I’ve tried to have sex with him to keep him happy but I can’t. I have a flashback every time we try and I just can’t make it happen. I hear the front door pop open and I know Jack is home from work. I get up from my desk and leave my office to get something to drink. Looking around the white kitchen to the white living room made my mind flashback to that disgusting motel room where… it happened. I force myself to go through the motions of making hot chocolate in a desperate effort to calm myself down. I am so caught up in the motions, that when a hand lands on my arm, I drop the mug on the floor and collapse to my knees as panic once again floods my system. I draw my hands up around my head in some frantic attempt to protect myself. Somebody starts pulling on my arms and I begin to whimper. I can’t do this again. I can’t. The hands turn me around so that I am facing my captor, and then pin me against the cabinets. My legs won’t kick. My mind repeatedly tells my body to fight but it won’t listen. It just pulls into an even tighter ball. I hear someone yelling but with my mind swimming in fear, I can’t understand the words. The hands continue to pull on my arms until they win and pull my arms away from my head. I let out a strangled shout when my arms were pushed against the cupboards. A body presses against my drawn-up legs and I start shaking in fear of the next step. The body and hands suddenly let go of me and I cover my head again with my arms. Hands land on my arms and another stifled sound escapes me. These ones stroke my arms and seem somehow more familiar. The gentle touch cuts through the fear as my mind becomes confused. I begin to calm and it seems my hearing abruptly returns and I can hear my name being called. I move my arms and barely lift my head. Finally looking up, I see Mark.

“Hey Cil. It’s okay. You’re in your apartment. See? You’re fine.” He strokes the sides of my face. I look past him and see Jack. He looks livid.

“I’m getting the fuck out of here,” he growled and started walking away. I scrambled to my feet to go after him. Andy tries to stop me but I push past him and go after Jack. When I touch him on the hand, he turns around and pushes me away. “Get the fuck away from me! I’m leaving. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t do shit involving me. You’re too God damn broken to be around. I don’t have time for a busted boyfriend who won’t put out.” He turns and stalks into our bedroom as I stand stunned in the hallway. I’m still standing here, too surprised to move, when he comes out, bag in tow, and leaves.