Page 1 of A Moment Too Soon

Chapter One

Rebecca

“You stupid fucking bitch.Can’t you doanythingright?” Garrett screams at me. I sniffle and hiccup as I try to control my emotions. “Stop fucking crying, or I swear to God, I’ll give you something to fucking cry about.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper.

“God, Rebecca. You’re so fucking pathetic,” he huffs and pretends he is going to hit me. When I flinch and cower, he laughs and walks away to take another swig from the bottle of whiskey in his hand. “Get over here and bend over the couch.”

“What? Garrett, no. I don’t want to…”

“Now!” Garrett screams, spit flying out of his mouth. I don’t move, and he suddenly crosses the room and grabs me by the hair.

“Stop! Let go of me! Garrett, stop!” I scream as he drags me across the room. He slings me onto the couch and starts slapping me across the face. I scream out in pain and try to protect my face, but he pulls my hand up above my head with one of his as he forces himself between my legs.

“Stupid bitch!” he screams and continues slapping me. Anytime he hits me, it’s open-handed, and he never leaves a mark that lasts longer than a few hours. It’s when he grabs my top and rips it down that I start thrashing under him. “You’re fuckingmine!”

“Stop! Garrett, stop. Please,” I sob. He grabs hold of my nipple and twists, making me scream out in pain. He then slaps my breastsharda few times before releasing my arms and tearing my leggings to give him more access. Despite my fighting, he gets them off of me and pulls his dick out.

“You’re mine. I’ll fuck you anytime I goddamn want to,” he growls before spitting into his hand a few times and coating his dick. I am sobbing when he pins my arms again and leans in to be nose to nose with me. He speaks directly into my face as he slowly pushes into me. “This ismycunt. I fucking own you. I own every goddamn orgasm… So fucking come forme,bitch. Come for me, or I swear to God, I’ll kill you right here, and they’ll never find your goddamn body.”

“Garrett,” I whimper. “Please, stop.”

“Too fucking late, Rebecca. Come or die,” he snickers. Garrett suddenly flips and keeps one hand on my hip as he presses the barrel of his revolver to my forehead. “Ride my cock, bitch. Ride or die.”

“Garrett, please,” I cry. I flinch and immediately start moving my hips when he pulls the hammer back.

“Fuuuck, that’s it, whore. Fucking moan for me,” he groans.

I have zero fucking doubt that he will kill me. I am so scared, and I want to run, but I start bouncing on his dick anyway. He moves his hand to start rubbing my clit, and disgusting pleasure starts building. My body involuntarily tightens, and a maniacal laugh breaks out of him.

“That’s it. Ride my fucking cock. Goddamnit, this ismyfucking cunt. Take my cock, whore… God, yes. Moan for me.”

“Garrett,” I cry.

“Such a wet little slut,” he grunts as he pushes his hips up. As I bounce, his movement triggers the forced pleasure to grow. I try to focus on just the feeling as I squeeze my eyes shut. I ride him as he moans wildly, thrusting into me from below. I know I won’t get there, so I fake it. I start moaning just how I know he will believe it. He eventually takes over and starts thrusting into me hard and fast from below. I steadily build my fake orgasm and moan loudly. What I don’t expect is for him to suddenly shove me off him so he can grab me by the head and thrust down my throat. He has me sitting on the ground so he can straddlemy face with his knees on either side of my face against the couch. He’s pushing down my throat as I gag and choke on him. Garrett violently throat-fucks me until he finally comes, making me swallow him down.

When he pulls away, I start coughing and gagging as I gasp for air. “Clean up your face. You look disgusting,” he says as he fixes his pants. He grabs his keys, and I make the mistake of questioning him.

“Where are you going?” I whisper.

“Where I fucking want to,” he screams. “If I ever find out you are fucking talking to that prick again, I’ll fucking kill you. You’remywhore.Myproperty.”

“Okay,” I whimper and make sure I don’t make eye contact with him.

Garrett grabs his keys and wallet from the coffee table before sauntering out of the house.

I know I shouldn’t do it, but I am so fucking scared he will actually kill me one day. What if he accidentally pulls the trigger mid-orgasm? I crawl over to my phone on the floor. The screen is shattered from him throwing it, but it still works enough that I can navigate to Jett’s phone number.

Jett Andrews is my best friend. It took us two decades to finally go on a real date, but things changed after that. We went back to being friends but he was never shy about telling me his feelings.He always tells me that in the end, it will be him and me, but I don’t know. I think I ruined my chances at happiness on that level when I got with Garrett.

“Hey, pretty girl. What’s…”

“Jett,” I whimper.

“Where are you?” he asks immediately. I start crying instead of answering. “Baby, where are you?”

“Home,” I whimper. “Please… Come get me. Please.”

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