Page 2 of A Moment Too Soon

“I’m on my way right now. Where is he?”

“He left. He… He saw that I was texting you,” I cry.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry,” Jett sighs. “I’m coming, okay? You’re done with him.”

“He’ll kill me,” I cry.

“He will never fucking hurt my girl again. You hear me?”

“I just wanted…”

“What did he do?” He asks.

“He… kept slapping me and then… He had a gun on me. I didn’t have a choice. It was loaded and…”

“He raped you, didn’t he?” he asks softly.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“I’m close,” he says. I jump up and rush to the bedroom to grab a new pair of leggings. I toss my phone down and pull them on before trying to locate my shoes. By the time I find them, I turn to immediately get grabbed up by Jett.

When he wraps his arms around me, I instantly start sobbing. He scoops me into his arms before sitting on the bed and rocking me. “We need to…”

“Shh. Let me hold you for a moment,” he says softly.

“He’s going to kill me,” I whisper.

“Let’s get your shit and go home,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

We get up and go to the bedroom to start throwing my belongings into bags. We are silent as we pack and don’t waste any time. Once we have most of what I need, he grabs the bags and pulls me out to his car. I am in a daze by the time we get in and start driving down the road.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, grabbing my hand and squeezing.

“No,” I whisper.

“What did he do?”

“You’ll get mad,” I say with a frown.

“Baby girl, your face has welts and is swollen. I’m already going to fucking kill him,” Jett says in such a sweet tone that I can’t help but laugh tearfully. “That funny?”

“Just you and your innocent voice,” I say.

“He… he basically told me to come or die,” I say. “He put his gun to my head and… made me ride him.”

“Jesus… what else?” Jett sighs heavily.

“Uhh… He was slapping me. Oh, he yanked my shirt down and kept smacking my boobs. That hurt. Well, so did twisting my nipple,” I say. “Oh, he didn’t finish in me. He throat-fucked me.”

“That it?”

“Yeah. Besides repeatedly calling me a whore,” I say.

“What started it?”

“He saw that I was texting you,” I say. “He got pissed and thought I was cheating.”

“Well… His loss, because now you are mine,” Jett says.

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