Another night of fighting left her hating him again. Jessica slammed the door to their room as she stomped inside, crying once again. Fighting, fighting, and more fighting. That’s all their relationship had been for two months now. And yet, she couldn’t leave him. Every time she slammed that door she thought about getting out her suitcase, packing up, and just walking away. Once she had even gotten her suitcase out. But she had only proceeded to stare at it for five minutes before putting it back in her closet. She could never leave. Now the routine was to fight, slam the door, then blast her custom Pandora station as she attempted to silence her sobs. Eventually she would find the strength to get out of her clothes and into bed, but she just didn’t see that happening tonight. Still in her tank top and jeans, she crawled into the bed and sunk into the music. It was right as the first few notes of Three Days Grace began that she heard the door open. She felt herself clench everything together; teeth, fists, eyes. She curled her body in on itself and just tried not to start crying again. Andre lay down on the bed and rolled over so he was right behind her. Then he sighed. “Jess,” he whispered. She showed him no reaction. “Come on Jess, I know you’re awake.” “Fuck off.” He felt the simmered storm rising within him once again. “Jessica, turn around.” He put his hand on her shoulder and tried to turn her over, but she resisted. ankara escort “Jessica, come on.” He pulled her arm a little harder and she yanked it away from him. “I said fuck off!” “No! Now face me God damn it!” Andre grabbed her arm more forcefully this time. “No! Stop!” She yelled, but he pulled her anyway, using his strength over her. Finally, he pinned her down on her back by her shoulders. Their eyes connected and her fury came out in tears. “Fine! You got me! Now what, huh!? Going to yell at me some more!? Go ahead!” She screamed, her voice rough and scratched in opposition to its usual smoothness. She found the song incredibly suiting as it yelled, I hate everything about you. His anger was bubbling up, but he had no words to put it to. She was crying, she was hurt. He had hurt her, he knew that. But he didn’t know how to fix it. He was so frustrated, as he had been for two months. He didn’t know what to do. He found that while his mind was swirling around in a confused and angry mess, his body took over. He rashly leaned down and forced his kiss on her. Using whatever strength she had, she forced him back and in the blow of the rejection, he couldn’t stop her from rolling out from under him. She got up and away from the bed, gripping her head in her hands almost to the point of pulling out her hair. Tears were coming so fast now she couldn’t see. A confusing mix of emotions were flowing around inside ankara escort bayan her. There was her overflowing anger, but then there was that love which always kept her here. But worst was the small spark of warmth she felt from his kiss, a kiss she hadn’t felt in too long. He got up and followed her, calmly taking her wrists to guide her hands away from her head. “No!” She shrieked, once again pulling away from him. But he wasn’t asking. More forcefully, he grabbed her wrists and shoved her against the wall, holding her there as he bit down on her neck, something he knew she couldn’t resist. “No!” she cried. “No! No!” But he could feel her losing strength. Her fists clenched and unclenched until finally, with a frustrated sigh, she stopped trying to revolt. He knew by now there would be a dark red mark on her neck in a matter of time, so he stopped, but didn’t pull his head away. He bowed it so his forehead rested on her shoulder and they both regained their breath. Finally he picked his head up and looked at her. All that was left was a pained expression as she searched his eyes for any possible good left in them. Why do I love you? This time more slowly he leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head and closed her eyes, letting more tears fall. She just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t give him something so loving. She couldn’t. But he couldn’t let her go. He let go of her wrists, instead to put escort ankara his hands on the sides of her head, forcing her to kiss him. Putting her hands on his chest, she used all the force she could to push him away. Hugging herself, she went for the door, but as furious as he was, there was no way she would get away. He grabbed her and pulled her back, throwing her onto the bed and then getting on top of her. He needed only use one hand to hold both of hers above her head, regardless of her constant struggling. “Andre! Get off!” But he wouldn’t. You love me! He kissed and bit the opposite side of her neck that he had earlier, and used his free hand to pull her hips into his. She continued to scream in rebellion, but he just bit down harder until he was scared he might make her bleed. In his frustration, he felt himself rising, just needing her body now. He slipped his hand up under her shirt and felt around her breast, having forgotten how perfectly soft it was. He pulled her shirt up and bit down on her nipple, just hard enough to illicit a reaction in her.She screamed and arched her back up so she was pressing against him. He held her there for a while, then finally stopped when she was shaking. She collapsed back down on the bed, violently shaking as she tried to steady her breathing. The song slowed to its stop and her tears rushed again. “Stop,” she whimpered. “Stop.” Finally, he saw what he was doing to her. He let go of her wrists and couldn’t bring himself to look at her face as he moved to his side of the bed. A slow violin began Safetysuit’s “What If” and Andre found himself singing along. “What if it makes you sad at me?” He sang in his deep, but smooth voice.