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Its not love (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED)Jenna Robinson is a young waitress finishing school. But one day she meets a guy named Tristan and her whole life changes. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 27, 2012    Reads: 712    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   

Author Note: Hello lovers, There are two more chapters left after this. The last chapter and the epilogue. Its been fun writing this. This is the second longest story i've ever written. I loved writing this for you all. Love you all.

Unexpected things can happen......that's just a warning for these last chapters.


Chapter 32: In the dark

For the past few of days, Tristan made me stay in the house. Everything was getting worse and worse.

I had to make another trip to the hospital the other day. Cuts on my arm.

Almost cut an artery.

But Tristan was not the one who inflicted this pain on me. I inflicted it on myself.

And when Tristan found out about it….of course he was angry. It's gotten worst.

He's gotten worst.

I've gotten worst. Now I know for a fact that its never going to change. It will never get better.

And by staying, I'm only hurting myself.

I should have listened to my dad. To Lindsey.

I was laying on my bed staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. It had to be around midnight.

I glanced over to Tristan who was staring at me.

"I had a dream about you." He whispered.

His voice made me sick. Of course it was beautiful but yet so painful to hear after all that has happened.

"You were crying. You had mascara running down your face. Something about it was beautiful. I can't explain so I won't but…..I have noticed that I've never seen you cry once."

He pulls me over to him and kisses my cheek.

I want him fucking dead.

I'll just wait until he goes to sleep and then I'll try to sneak and call Lindsey and then I'll walk to her house.


"What?" I asked.

"I love you."

No you don't.

"If you say so." I whisper.

Tristan pulls me closer and kisses my hair again.

I wait until I hear his quiet snores. But they could easily be fake so I stay in that position for a little bit longer and then slowly move out of his arms onto another spot of the bed.

I can still hear him quietly snoring and move closer to the edge of the bed.

I heard Tristan shift his position and I stopped. I didn't move.

After about ten minutes, I slowly sat up. Fuck. I wish I had clothes on. This would make things much easier. I pulled the covers off me and turned so I was hanging half way off the bed.

Everything is dark but I've lived here for a while now so I should be able to tell where everything is.

I get off the bed and go straight to my drawer and quickly slip on my clothes and then go into my bottom drawer to find the gun my dad gave me.

Anger fueled me up. I couldn't find it. I felt around in the bottom drawer and I couldn't feel the hard metal.

Okay. Maybe it's in the next drawer. I try the rest of the drawers and then Tristan's drawers.

I look everywhere. Did that son of a bitch find it and take it? Fuck.

I quietly open the door and slip out.

I run down the stairs and look around for my phone. Fuck. Fuck. Did he take that too? I could sworn I left it on the coffee table. Fuck it.

I go into the bathroom and take my extra pair of boots I hid under the sink the other day for a night like this. I grab my jacket from under the sink and walked out the bathroom.

I slipped the jacket on and then went to the kitchen, opened the drawer and grabbed a knife.

If I drive the car, Tristan would hear it since he's a light sleeper.

I can't find my keys anyway. I slowly open the front door as quietly as possible and then turn and close it.

I stuck the knife in the pocket of my pants and then i ran as fast as i could.

The streets were dark. Everything was dark but I didn't care.

Regardless of how much I love Tristan or how much I needed him, I couldn't' let this happen.

After some time, I got tired.

I was half way to Lindsey's house.

I was wrong for doing this.

All those warnings and I didn't listen nor respond to one of them.

I'm just young and naïve and maybe that's why Tristan picked me.

A car came down the road and it zoomed pass me and then screeched to a halt. At first I just ignored it but then it backed up and recognized the license plate. Oh shit.

I ran back the other way as fast as I can.

No this shit isn't happening.

This is not fucking happening.

The car somehow turned and managed to block off my path so I ran the other way.

Out of breath, while my muscles were burning, I still continue to run.

I heard the car coming after me and swerved in my way inches from hitting me and I fell back.

I got up as soon as Tristan got out the car.

Before I could run he grabbed me by my hair. "Come here you fucking cunt." He pushed me against the car and punched me hard in my eye and again and again until I fell out onto the ground.

I could feel my eye throbbing. I could feel the blood coming out of my nose.

I sat up on my elbow and spit out some blood and looked back up at Tristan. He stared down at me.

"You tried to leave me."

I slowly got up to my feet. I slid the ring off my finger and threw it at him. "Fuck you." I whispered.

He tried to hit me again but missed. So I swung at him and punched him in his jaw. He pulled me by my still broken arm making me cry out and forced me into the car. He got in and took off in fast speed.

I laid my head back on the head rest. I had no energy left. Not one damn drop.

"You want us to be over." He said firmly.

I was slowly losing consciousness.

He dug his nails in my broken arm and I opened my eyes.

"No. You fucking stay awake. You're not going to leave me, Jenna. You. Are. Mine. Do you hear me?"

I shook my head. "No." I whispered.

He glared at me. "Okay you cunt. Okay. Just wait until we get home."

"Am…I….supposed to be scared?" I whispered losing consciousness again.

"I was watching you the whole time you were in action of your "silent escape." Don't ever for one second forget that I'm smarter than you. I know where you are. Always. No matter what you say or how you feel or where you go, I will always find you, Jenna."

I actually believed him.

"You're an obsessed, manipulative bastard." Tristan slapped me again and my I bumped my head against the passenger window.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself somewhere else.

Tristan soon pulled up to the driveway, turned the car off and forced his door open.

I crawled across to the other seat as he opened my door and I started kicking him in his face. He clasped his hand around my ankle and started pulling me towards him.

I continued kicking him as hard as I could but he pulled me out. I tried to grab anything but he was way too stronger. As always, I underestimate him.

For the first time, this man has made me cry.

I dropped onto the ground and Tristan closed the car door.

He grabbed me by the arm that had the cast on it and I cried louder.

He had my mouth covered as he forced me forward towards the house.

I stepped on his foot but it had very little impact.

He got the door opened and shoved me in.

The knife.

I took the knife out of my jacket and Tristan glared at me and then a smile came on his face. "Seriously?"

I swung at him and ended up slicing his hand as he tried to grab the knife from me.

He finally grabbed it and threw it across the room. He grabbed my waist and kissed me hard and I bit him.

"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me."

"You cannot leave me."

He grabbed my arm and stared into my eyes.

"If I can't kick your ass, my dad sure can."

"What makes you think you'll ever see him again? If you keep talking to me like this, I guarantee you won't be seeing him."

"Fuck you."

Tristan slapped me again and I fell onto the floor.

Tristan got on his knees on top of me and looked down at me. "You will never learn will you? This would actually be a good opportunity to honor your half of the deal." He unbuttoned his pants while staring down at me.

"What deal?" My voice was a whisper.

"If we stay, you have to have my baby, Jenna." I shook my head.

He smiled and moved pieces of my hair from my face. "No."

He nodded and pressed his forehead against mine. "Yes."

He grabbed both my arms and held them above my head. I cried out and squirmed to get from underneath him.

"Tristan, I'm serious. Get the fuck off of me."

He leaned down and kissed me hard. I couldn't get out of his hold.

"Tristan, I'm serious! You're fucking hurting me!"

He straddled me and shook his head as he pulled my pants down while still holding my wrists above my head with one of his hands.

Once he got them down far enough, he ripped my panties down. Fuck. I started kicking. He shook his head. "No. No. No. I honored my part of the deal. It's you turn, Jenna. Don't fight me, Jenna. It's going to make things worse."

"If you do not get off of me, I swear to god, Tristan, I'll…"

"You'll what? Huh? Your dad might have taught you all that fighting bullshit but I'm stronger and guess what? Daeton taught me the same things so don't think for a second, you'll win this fight. Because you won't."

"I'm not scared of you." I whispered.

Tristan nodded. "We'll see." He got his pants and his boxers down and I started kicking and trying to get my hands out of his hold.

Eventually I got my good hand out of his hold and I punched him. Before I could get up, He punched me back harder making me cough up some more blood.

He got my hands above my hand again and entered me. I was in anguish. I've never felt this kind of pain before.

I wanted to lose consciousness. I prayed that I could but Tristan purposely kept me awake. He leaned down and kissed me as I cried hard.

"Do you love me?" He whispered against my lips.

He got a stronger grip of my wrists and squeezed hard until a whimper slipped out of my mouth.

Every thrust was more and more painful.

I wasn't use to feeling this kind of pain and I could hardly bare it.

How the fuck did this happen?

How was I letting this happen?

I struggled to get out of his hold again and he bit my lip hard and I cried out again. "I love you so much, Jenna." He whispered pressing his forehead against mine.

"Get off me." I whispered. Tristan smiled and thrusted hard again. I took in a sharp breath trying to control my cries.

Tristan pushed in once more before I felt his release.

He kissed away my tears and sighed softly. "I always loved to cum inside of you."

He pressed his forehead against mine once more and closed his eyes. "You always feel so good." He rubbed his thumb across my tear stained cheek and opened his eyes to look into mine. "I've already thrown your birth control pills out so see? You're halfway there." He smiled.

He was right. I had my period a couple of days ago and I was ovulating. I could easily…be pregnant. The thought sickened me.

I shook my head. "I hate you." I muttered.

He smiled. "I love you, sweetheart. I always will." He kissed my cheek, my lips, and then my forehead.

He slowly slid out and got up to his feet to pull his boxers and pants up. I stared up at him still trying to process what the hell just happened.

My arm was hurting. I tried ignoring the pain but I couldn't.

He slowly walked over to the couch and sat down on it and looked at me. "I never….I never thought I'd do that to someone before."

I glared at him unable to say anything. If I said a word, I'd break down in more tears and I didn't want that.

"I'm fucked up, Jenna. I'm fucked up and I'm not going to hide it. I'm a prick. I'm an asshole. This is me."

I glanced over to his car keys that were on the floor next to his feet.

I looked back at him. He stared at me as I slowly got to my feet. I pulled my panties up and then my pants and stared at him.

"This marriage has definitely taken quite a turn." He said nodding.

I nodded too and got on my knees and crawled over to him invisibly sliding the knife underneath my leg as I crawled.

I crawled to him and he cupped my chin and smiled. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I smiled at him. He was so warm. So perfect. Was. I lifted my leg a little and retrieved the knife.

Tristan looked at me and his smile disappeared.

He quickly tried to grab the knife. But it was too late when I stabbed his arm. Fuck. Not the right direction but it was good enough.

He got up as I did and I grabbed the keys and opened and ran out the door. Regardless of how much pain I'm in, I have to get the fuck out of here.

I opened the door, got in and started the car up.

Rain began to fall hard as I reversed out.

Tristan opened the door. Blood spilled out of his arm as he glared at me. I quickly drove off.

My dad. It's time.

I need my dad to take care of this.


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