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A Single Night of Passion (Revised)

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Summary

Iridessa had assumed there was no way more could happen than what she'd already gone through that night, but she was wrong. She never expected what would come next when everything looked hopeless and all it took was that one night to get it started. One single night to reignite a flame that had been neglected, but never forgotten. One single night that could change everything when it was filled with mostly passion. Thanks to Jackson a Chicago winter storm has never been so hot.

Genre:
Drama / Romance
Author:
Nisha-Shate
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
9
Rating:
4.0 1 review
Age Rating:
18+

Part 1

My face stung from the harshness of his slap, his words sounding mute due to the ringing in my ears. I had to get out of here and it had to be tonight. Things were bad from time to time, but never had I feared for my life before. He turned his back towards me as I took the chance to grab my phone from where he’d thrown it and half-crawled-half-ran my way to the bathroom locking the door behind me. I needed help and I only had one person left that I could call to help me.

Iris: Please, please , please tell me that you haven’t found a roommate yet.

I waited for what felt like forever, my anxiety getting the best of me until I was sending another text.

Iris: Lavender please!

I pressed send jumping as he pounded on the locked door. Tears were streaming from my eyes as I awaited the text from my best-friend and former roommate. I could still hear him yelling and cursing; belittling me with every phrase that he could. My fear of things taking a very negative turn only worsened… seeming more justified the more he screeched.

Fuck!

Please let her be awake. I needed her to be awake. She was my only hope of getting out of this alive. I never even calculated the time in the midst of panic. It was already so late and it never even crossed my mind that she may be asleep right now. I sighed. I really should’ve been paying attention and known that he would do something like this. The storm outside had just started a few hours ago, but was already something ferocious. No one in their right mind would be caught dead outside in the middle of this. I bet that was what he was thinking, but he was wrong.

I wouldn’t stay somewhere that I didn’t feel safe in…storm or not.

“GET THE FUCK OUT IRIDESSSA! I’M DONE WITH YOU BITCH! IT’S OVER!” he yelled pounding on the door again as more tears came streaming down my cheeks. It’s been like this for hours. I don’t even remember where the argument started or why. I just wished I’d noticed that it was the calm before the storm when I still had time. I can’t believe I fell for the act. I really thought he started to change. Now half of my face was bruised and swollen and I hated myself for falling for it. I jumped as my phone vibrated in my hand, scaring the hell out of me. After a quick look at the screen, I couldn’t help silently thanking whoever and their brothers that she was still awake.

Lav: No, I haven’t.

Lav: Iris, what’s going on?

For a second I contemplated whether or not to tell her. I really didn’t need an ‘I told you so’ right now.

Iris: Please Lav, I really need my room back. You were right. Moving in together was a huge mistake. He hasn’t changed. I need to get out of here as soon as possible. Preferably tonight.

Lav: Girl please, you know I’ll always have space for you. I’ll also kill that bastard for touching you. Can you get here though? I don’t have my car and I know it’s starting to get bad out there.

Iris: I’ll use the Cabby app. I don’t need you to kill him Lav, I just need to get away from here and soon. This will be the last time I have to text you this.

Lav: I’ll leave the doors open for you love. Please be careful. I already stocked up before the storm. You can eat all you want when you get in.

I shook my head as I laughed. Trust Lavender to try to make a joke when I already knew she was panicking for me. Last time I texted her this late beggin for my room back I had a busted lip and a few broken ribs. She had to come get me and I broke down the minute we were back home. I really should’ve learned that time, but stupidly I trusted and believed him when he apologized swearing that it would never happen again. Now we were here again and I was regretting choosing him.

Iris: I’ll try. I’ll be there as soon as I can Lav. I promise.

Lav: Just please be careful Iridessa. I mean it.

I didn’t bother to respond, I knew what she meant. I couldn’t promise. That I didn’t know how far he was willing to go, I just knew what my gut was telling me. All I knew was that I had to get away, whatever the cost.

… … … … … …

“YOU FAT, FUNKY BITCH!” he yelled as I continued to pack up my things, occasionally flinching away from him. More tears filled my eyes as I went back and forth between packing and wiping away blood from my face and mouth. Part of me doesn’t remember the last fifteen minutes of violence because I blacked out, but a much bigger part didn’t want to. My favorite lamp laid broken in pieces on the floor. I didn’t want to know what happened just in case he’d hit me with it.

Clearly I was still in a bit of shock and couldn’t really believe all that was happening right now and the lengths it had gone too.

He wasn’t worth my tears nor the suffering he kept putting me through. I finally realize that I don’t have to stay around being berated and abused by him. Yet, somehow, I still felt like I was doing something wrong. He treated me as if I was a pest that needed to be squashed so that I would stop annoying him. He has some deep seated anger issues and I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed it before.

In a way this was all my fault. That’s what I whole-heartedly believed. I know everything irritates him when he can’t get it his way how he wants it. Still, I stayed and kept coming back because of my own foolish pride. I’m done with being tired of being the one to get the ass end of the deal. I won’t be around any more of him to emotionally, verbally or physically abuse. I wasn’t going to let him berate me anymore.

“LEAVE THEN YOU NO GOOD BITCH! YOU’RE A WEAK HOE! YOU ONLY CARE FOR YOURSELF ANYWAYS! I’M BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU!” He yelled as he threw my bags out onto the porch. I was racing trying to get all that I needed, but he apparently had been packing my things too. He didn’t even save me a coat to put on. I would bet my life he did it on purpose thinking after a few minutes I’d be begging him to let me back in after promising to be submissive and losing myself for good.

Everything had been packed away including the feelings he had pretended to have for me for so long. I was barely able to gather the rest of my belongings before a scream dislodge itself from my throat followed by choked sobs as he grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me towards the door. He pushed me over the threshold into the cold like I was nothing before tossing my pillow and duvet at me with a snide comment that made me flinch and slammed the door in my face. I heard the click of the lock as I wrapped the blanket tightly around myself trying to protect myself against the harsh wind and snow as much as possible.

Lavender was right. It not only had gotten bad, but so much snow was already covering the ground. If I couldn’t get a driver, I’d probably freeze to death out here. I wasn’t going to lose myself and let him control me anymore like he wanted. He made a point to turn all of the lights off, including the one on the porch. I already knew how much he didn’t care about me, but that only helped to make things that much clearer.

He really only cared about himself.

Sighing I sat myself atop my suitcase before pulling out my phone to hopefully get myself a ride. Paying for someone to take me home this late at night always scared me, but what other choice did I have? I was out here freezing, a major storm had started and I wouldn’t be safe sitting on this porch all night. He made it clear that he wouldn’t stray from his terms and I wasn’t bowing down to him anymore. In the end, it was best to take my chances with the driver.

Someone had finally accepted my plea after numerous rejections making me sigh with relief glad that at least one other person was crazy enough to still be out in this storm. I knew that I wouldn’t bring myself to even pretend to be friendly when they arrived though. I was grateful, but I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. It took him about five minutes before he was pulling up to the curb. Thankfully he said nothing to me as he got out and began helping me to load my things into the trunk. I almost felt bad for not acknowledging his presence since he was kind enough to accept my request after so many rejected; but I was in my own little world on the verge of my entire body being frostbitten.

I was trying desperately to unreel after what happened, but I was still wound up tight. I didn’t even bother to attempt to utter a thank you as I kept trying to pull the blanket tighter around me. Once he was done, I took a moment to decide where to sit. I was already embarrassed and feeling lonely, I didn’t want to sit in the back and pile on top of what I was already feeling. I didn’t trust myself not to break down at the false sense of privacy either. I didn’t want to cry in front of a complete stranger either, I had to be strong for just a little while longer. No matter how much I didn’t want to sit up front with this stranger, I had to swallow my pride, especially if it was for my own sanity.

I opened the passenger side door and sat in the seat before looking longingly out the windowsill completely ignoring the stranger. Like an idiot, I knew that despite it all, I would still miss him. We were together for four years and it wasn’t all bad. Four years meant something to me and those feelings don’t just go away. At least for me it didn’t, I could feel as the car shifted into drive and watched as the house got smaller and further behind us until all I could see was the blinding white of the fresh snow covering everything. A small shaky sigh escaped my lips as I tried to regain my composure as the blanket began to fall from my shoulders.

“Hey Iris, long time no see.” came the driver’s voice as I froze. I knew that voice well. I once hated that I loved it so much. I gasped as I turned to confirm who that voice belonged to, no longer feeling lucky. I really should have been paying more attention than I had been. Maybe I would have noticed him sooner and tried to get another ride.

“J-jackson, hi.” I stuttered in complete disbelief as he just smiled at me like this wasn’t weird at all. What were the chances that I’d get my ex and first love as my driver tonight of all nights? Someone was really fucking with me tonight and I was starting to hate them for it.

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