Hungry For You

Warning: This story contains content that may upset some readers. It has very mature themes, language, and sexual content. 18+

I'm Jade. Jade Winthrop. I'm nobody special. Just a normal 19 year old. To be honest my life is pretty damn boring. It's simple. Or at least, it used to be.

I had it pretty good. I lived in a house with my mom and dad near the city. We weren't rich, but we managed. My neighbor was Bethany Murphy. She's my best friend. Without her, I don't know what I would've done. We went to school together all our lives and it was good.

Then, my parents died. Actually, they were murdered. Like I said, we weren't rich, so our house wasn't super secure and we didn't have alarms. We lived at the edge of the city in Pennsylvania, so although it was manageable, it wasn't ideal. Burglaries and break ins happened a lot in the area.

And one night someone broke in and killed my parents. They took everything. I was home when it happened. I saw everything. But I knew I couldn't stop him. So I hid until it was over. Shots went off. The police came. But they were too late. And the killer? Well he got killed in his next break in.

Their deaths took a real toll on me. Well at least, my moms did. She was an angel. Only wanted the best for me. My dad though, he was different. Once I had gone through puberty something changed with him. He became cruel, aggressive. He would tell me I looked like a slut when I he saw my outfits, or tell me to stop eating so much. I never understood because I was always the reserved type. I did not enjoy wearing skimpy clothes like other girls my age did. And I never ate more than any other teenage girl. In fact, it got to a point where I was barely eating at all. I had always been of average weight. I wasn't super curvy but I also wasn't stick thin. My dad was the reason I developed an eating disorder. Not eating for days, then binging and throwing up. Repeat.

It didn't help that dad was a bit of an alcoholic. There was one day, that is quite vivid in my mind, he came home in a bad mood, drunk off his ass. Unfortunately I was the first thing he saw. He scorned me for looking like a whore. And when I tried to tell him these were my normal clothes, he hit me. That's when the beating started. I'd show up to school with concealer covering the scrapes from his rings on my face. And the bruises around my wrists from his grip. Luckily it didn't happen too often. The worst part was the nightmares. I could barely sleep. I'd be lucky to make it through half the night without waking up sobbing or suffocating.

And then, they died. The nightmares stopped. Yes, I was devastated and traumatized from the robbery. But a part of me was relieved, that I wouldn't have to be hit or scolded ever again.

That's when my best friend took me in because I had no family left. We graduated high school and I scraped up what money I had to get an apartment in New York, if you can even call it that. My old bathroom was bigger than this piece of shit. But, it's what I get for living in Brooklyn. Bethany moved to Boston with her brother so she isn't too far away. I managed to get a job as a bartender at one of the clubs. I haven't made enough money to go to college but I need to keep paying my bills. I need to move on and start my life. I know New York is a long way from Pennsylvania but starting fresh wasn't the only reason I decided to get away.

David. He is the other reason I ran. David was my high school boyfriend. He was my dream guy. When my parents died he was there for me. He was a handsome jock who seemed so charming. He was one of the only people who knew what my dad did to me, and about my eating disorder.

And he respected that I didn't want to have sex. I had a rule for myself. Not till I'm 18. But when I had turned 18 and still wasn't ready, he got impatient. As time went by he got... aggressive.

One night we went to a party. We both had a few drinks, him a few more than me and he brought me to his friends who were in the back smoking.

"Nice ass," one of them said.

Then another guy smacked it. I was disgusted and shoved his hand away. Before I could walk away one of them got real close to me and touched my face. His breath reeked of nicotine.

"Pretty thing you got here David. Wanna share?"

David only laughed and said, "Not a bad idea. I'm good with sharing my toys."

"Perfect," the other one said as his grip on my arm tightened. He leaned in closer to my face and licked my neck.

David walked over and pulled me closer to him this time saying, "My turn."

"David stop. I want to go home. This isn't funny."

He ignored me and shoved his tongue in my mouth.

I shoved him off of me "David!"

He snarled, "God let us have our fun. Your such a prude.

I stormed out immediately and headed to the car. He met me there minutes later. I demanded him to take me home. The drive home was my first red flag. He drove so fast I thought he was going to lose control.

"David slow down," I said. "Slow down! You're going really fast!"

No response.

"I noticed him miss the turn to my house and head for his. David take me home right now!"

"No. We are going back to my place first. Then I'll take you home."

I stayed silent, worried he might go faster if I upset him any more.

Red flag number 2? First thing he did was lock the door. Then he started rambling on about how long he's waited and how selfish I was.

"I've waited two goddamn years for you and you still won't have sex with me. You're 18. That was the deal. Hell you're almost 19! I'm fucking sick of waiting."

He then shoved me to the wall and whispered, "I know you want me," with an unforgiving look in his eyes. I pushed him away.

"David stop. You're drunk."

Then he threw his beer at the wall to shatter it and brought his face close to mine. I backed up until I couldn't any more, but he only came closer. His breath reeked of vodka and cigars. He grabbed my head and began forcefully kissing me.

"David no! I'm not having sex with you! Stop it!"

This time I slapped him. He did not hesitate. He took a swing right at my face. It stung and knocked me back against the wall. I was so out of it and shocked that I just stood there confused and scared. Next thing I knew he had my hands pinned against the wall and his grip was so tight my wrists burned. He started kissing me and ripping my shirt off and at that moment I was terrified of the man before me. I pleaded and tried to scream for help.

"Please stop! Helppp!"

But he just covered my mouth and said, "Shut up."

As he reached to unbuckle his belt I saw an opening. I twisted his hand and made a run for it through the back door. I called Bethany and ran until I couldn't run anymore. She found me and took me home.

I came home to 30 unread messages. They were from David. All apologies about how he was just drunk and it would never happen again.

"Babe please forgive me. I was just drunk, I didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry babe. It will never happen again I promise."

As naive as I was, I believed him. I wanted to see the good in him so I gave him another chance. Bethany didn't approve but she didn't understand. Her relationship with her boyfriend was perfect. They never went through rough patches. And that's what I thought this was--a rough patch.

About a month later things had settled with David and I. I spent the day with Bethany and we decided to go clubbing. We danced and had fun and I came home to David sitting on my couch.

"David?"

"I heard you're leaving. Goin to New York huh."

I was thinking about it, it hadn't even been decided yet. He must have seen my job applications for New York on my desk.

"David of course I wasn't just going to leave. I was only thinking about it. It hasn't been decided yet. Obviously I was going to talk to you about it first."

He looked me up and down.

"And you went to a club tonight didn't you? I always knew you were a slut. You even dress like one."

"What?"

"I bet you whored around with every guy who looked at you didn't you. Giving everyone pussy except me you little cunt."

"Excuse me? How dare you say that! I only went to have a girls' night-"

He quickly pinned me to the wall and covered my mouth before I could finish. His grip hurt so bad I wanted to cry. I was the most scared I had been since the robbery.

"You're a fucking liar. But you don't get to leave before I have my fun with you."

He started kissing me aggressively, his grip tightening with each moment. Once again all I could smell was the stinging scent of alcohol on his breath. I reached for the lamp on the table and hit him with all of my strength. I saw the rage boiling in his eyes and he raised his hand to punch me. He struck my face and I fell to the floor from the blow. He pulled me to my feet and swung again. When I tried to fight back he just hit harder. He was too strong. This time was different. He wanted to hurt me. He pinned me on the ground and I tried to scream.

"Stop! Helppp!" He covered my mouth, but I bit his hand in defense. He then looked at me with rage in his eyes.

"You little bitch!" and he struck me again. At this point he was kicking me while I was on the ground. I could feel my ribs nearly cracking with each kick.

Finally, when he heard the door knob turn open he paused and sprinted out the back door. It was Bethany. I couldn't let her see me like that, so I stumbled to the bathroom as she walked in. Despite the unbearable pain radiating through my body, I covered up the bruises with loads of concealer. That was the last time I saw David before the move. I tried to report him to the cops but David has a friend who was a cop and brushed it off as if it was nothing. All I wanted now was to start fresh. New home, new job, new life.

It's been a month since the move and I'm struggling but it's okay. It's a good struggle. I am independent and managing all on my own. My job is good. Well as good as can be expected. I am a waitress at a club called The Dive. It pays alright, but not enough, so I have to take extra shifts. The people there aren't the nicest and my boss is an ass. Cane, my boss, only cares about the money and how tight our skirts are. He's knows for being handsy with girls half his age, but he gives the paychecks. I could deal with his perverted, sick mind if it meant I'd have a roof over my head. But luckily I did manage to make a friend. Gwen is my co worker and a server at the Dive. She's one of the only people who is nice to me at work. It's nice to have a friend there.

Gwen also introduced me to her friend Chloe. Chloe actually was applying for a job there, a stripper actually. I was skeptical at first, but when I met her, I realized she was actually super nice.

"Hi! I'm Chloe! Gwen has told me a lot about you! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"Hi Chloe! Aw it's so great to meet you too! I'm pretty new here too so you're not alone. I just follow Gwen's lead."

By the end of that night the three of us had become good friends.

By the way, the Dive is a nightclub with a bar that is very popular in the area. Tons of rich stuck up men waltz in every night looking for some "fun." The harassment has just become part of the job. It's all about the money I tell myself. Not to mention The Dive also hosts drug trades and money exchanges of all sorts. Illegal transactions are an every day thing here. It's how the place makes its money I guess. It's not the most reliable source of money but it was the only job I could find without having a college degree. And every penny counts. I need it to fund my apartment bills.

I managed to find the least expensive apartment I could in the city (which was still very expensive). But that also means it's not a very decent apartment. Frankly, it's a shit hole. It's very, VERY small and not in the safest part of town, but it gives me a place to sleep at night. Even with such a shitty apartment, I struggle to pay the bills. But that's life. I was just glad to be away from David and my past.

So that pretty much brings us to today, now.