Malarie's POV

I am awaken by several loud farting sounds. Snapping me out my very deep sleep. I turn around to see where it is coming from. But I'm securely wrapped up in Jason's arms.

I thought we made it clear he sleeps on the couch! He's been doing that for the last couple of days.

"Jason move." I tapped his arm roughly. There was silence, all except his quiet snores.

I tapped him again. His grip just got tighter around me. He even had the nerve to cup my breast. "Jason let me go. I'm mad at you."

"No I'm tired and I'm cold." He mumbled in my hair. "I don't care go put some real clothes on, instead of just underwear. Now get off me, I don't want to talk to you. Don't make me stay mad at you longer." I spoke sternly, shoving him away.

He let go of me, moving to his side of the bed. Not before mumbling 'bitch' under his breath. It's been four days, since we actually talked. After we had that argument the night at the club, we just had a bigger one the next day.

Which resulted in me throwing a heel at his head, accidentally cutting him. I was so afraid, of what he might do to me, I ran out the house. Not knowing where to go. I had decided on going to a local clinic and getting on birth control. I love Canada, the medical treatment is free here.

I had stayed out that whole day, dreading going back home. I didn't answer any of his calls or messages. I even turned off my phone. Knowing him, he would had tracked me.

When I got home around eleven after, I was in deep poop. Let's just say angry sex 3.0... in every one of my openings. It was painful, though not as painful as my first couple of times with him. Then boom, his stupidity of releasing in my eye, turned into yet another one of our arguments. That crap burns.

"I don't want us to be mad at each other anymore. So we're going to go home, make up, and start over." He stated, instead of apologizing to me.

"No. I am going back to my family. Whereas you are going back to being a thug criminal." I scoffed getting up from the bed.

I heard the springs in the mattress move, followed by footsteps. I slowly turned around, instantly shying away. He intimidatingly towered over me, smirking cockily. He knows I'm afraid of him. I gulped looking away from him.

"You're not leaving me. Plus the tutor I hired for you, is coming on Monday. So you have to stay with me." He smirked as if he won this battle.

"You can always cancel the tutoring service. You know since you paid him good money... to keep quiet about you and my kidnapping." I shot back.

He went to say something, though I sidestepped him and went into the bathroom. I need a much needed shower. Some time alone to think.

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As I was washing my hair, my mind went into memory mode. Of course my reminiscing had to involve Jason. I hate when I do that. It makes me want to forgive him right away.

- Flashback-

"How do I pass again? I'm no good at hockey. I can't even stand up without falling on my booty." I whined for the millionth time today.

Jason is trying to teach me how to play hockey, but I'm horrible at sports. All except softball and basketball.

"Babe try to balance. To pass, you want the puck to roll off your hockey blade... from the heel to the toe. You have to use a sweeping motion to roll the puck." He skated on the ice pro like, demonstrating how to pass and score.

"Huh? What did you say?" He visibly growled loudly. I'm pretty sure he's getting frustrated, with my lack of hockey skills.

"I'm sorry I just can remember all that. You are going too fast, and I want to learn but I can't. I sighed, leaning against the ice rink wall.

"You know what, let's just skate around for a while." Jason skated over to her. "I'm really sorry, I just- it's difficult that's all." I spoke angry at myself. I'm no good at nothing.

"Hey it's all good... I just forgot how fun, hockey is. I used to play it a lot, when I lived here in Canada. I'm Canadian you know." He wink, licking his chapped lips.

"Ew babe don't lick your lips, it only makes them more chapped. Here pucker." I stood on my tippy toes, putting some of my Burt's Bee's Wax, on his lips. "Rub them together, get them all moisturized."

Just imagine what those lips could do to mine... if we kissed. They would probably scratch my own up.

He rubbed his lips together, making the chapped look go away. Almost instantly. He pecked my cold lips, mumbling a 'thank you'. No blood was drawn during the kiss.

"Mmm minty. You are very welcome Jase. No, I didn't know you were Canadian." I gasped, almost loosing my footing on the icy flooring.

"Whoa be careful Mal. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." Jason grasped my hips a bit tighter. "Real talk huh?" I smiled, while he pulled us to the center.

"Let me show you how to skate on ice. Again." He playfully rolled my eyes.

"Alright." I held onto his waist super tightly... probably hurting him. "Whoa babe, release just a little please. I won't let you fall." He cooed sweetly, a he brushed his lips against my forehead.

"What happens if I do?" I tested. "I will catch you, if you fall." He spoke so sure of himself.

I smiled like a maniac, letting him skate is around the ice rink. At one point I almost fell, and he did catch me before I touched the icy cold floor.

"I swear I love being here with you. Just the two of us. Nobody here to ruin anything for the both of us." He gazed down into my eyes, speaking every word with such emotion.

I swear I made him drag me back home, to make love to me. He did. So slow, full of love, and passion.

- End of Flashback -

I didn't even realize I was crying, until I hiccupped. The only thing about crying in the shower, is that no one can tell if you been crying or not. I sniffled, washing the shampoo out my hair.

I heard the door open, as I lather my body up with soap. I froze in place, not knowing if he was going to bogart the shower or not. He didn't. Instead I heard him peeing. Next thing I know I'm hearing him humming some tune, as he brushed his teeth.

I continue to wash myself, as I watch him cleanse his face through the glass. At times I would stop and look at how his hands rubbed the beads of soap across his face. Just wishing he would come in this shower, and do the same to my body.

Crap! Malarie stop this! You're mad at him, he called you mean names.

"You know I can see your shadow lurking at me you know." He spoke, still washing his face in the mirror.

I jumped back frightened he saw me checking him out. That just resulted in me slipping, and falling flat on my butt.

"Ow!" I groaned, as the shower spray, stream water on my body. "Fuck are you okay?" He opened the shower door. Instantly making me cover my body.

"Jason get out, I'm naked. And no I'm not okay... I just freaking fell." A squeaked tone, came over me as I tried to shield my body.

"Oh quit it. I've seen you naked plenty of times. Not that you cared before." He rolled his beady eyes, placing his hands on his hips.

"Well this will be your last time, ever seeing me naked again." He again rolled his eyes. I pulled myself up, turning off the water. He blocked me.

"I'm not in the mood, so can you just move." I covered my breast with my arm, as I did the same to my crotch area with my other.

"How about some makeup sex huh? Will that make you feel better about things?" I scoffed, glaring daggers into his skull. "Just move out my way will you." I dropped my hands, gently pushing him back.

"No I want you." He stepped inside the shower. Still in nothing but his boxers. "Jason you're making nervous. Please let me get dressed." I stammered, trying to get away from his attempted kiss.

"What if I don't want to?" A sly smirk made its way on his plump lips. "I will knee you right in your balls" I sassily stated.

"I will fuck the shit out of you Malarie, if you do something childishly stupid like that." He uttered seriously. "Well we have a agreement then. Now let me go." I moved away, stepping out the shower. Quickly running to our room.

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"No! You fucking find him! I don't give two shits Jacob. If he's not there, you find him!" Jason yelled on the phone, occasionally glancing over at me.

He's been fussing to someone, for about an hour or so. I guess he was supposed to track some person down. I really don't know, I don't care as well. I just want to go home.

Ending his phone call, Jason stuffed his phone into his pocket. "Are you all ready and packed to go?" He asked me, while he put on his shoes. "Yes for over an hour now. Just waiting on you." I sarcastically uttered.

"No need for the attitude, we will get home in no time." He mumbled, placing a hat over his messy hair.

"I know I'm going home... I just can't wait to get there." I jumped up from the bed, grabbing my suitcase. He sighed sadly, continuing to pack his things.

"Can I put some of my clothes in with your stuff, since all my shoes are taking up the space?" Jason asked politely, walking over to me, with a handful of clothes. "Yeah sure." I opened my suitcase, gesturing for him to place his clothing.

"Thank you." He mumbled, neatly placing his clothes in with mine. "Your welcome- wait... can I borrow a hoodie, I spilled pizza sauce on mine yesterday." I embarrassedly admitted.

"It's no problem, here." He handed me a black hoodie-way too big for me. I pulled it over my head, inhaling the smell of aftershave, and spice that was all over it. "Does it smell? I can get you another one." He held his hand out.

"Uh no it's okay." He raised his eyebrow in a 'continue' motion. "And it smells good... I like your cologne smell. It lingers." I blushed, turning away from his cocky expression.

"Hmm... so the girl who so called "hates me" likes my scent. Well I like yours too. Even if you smell like sex, most of the time." I gasped, sniffing under my arms.

"You freaking liar... I don't smell like sex juice. I shouldn't even be having sex." I rolled my eyes.

"But you are. And what hell is "sex juice"?" He laughed, sipping up the suitcase. "It's your freaking sweat that leaks all over me." I murmured, trying not to blush.

"No... it's our sweat that combines together, to make that sexual aroma." He snickered childlike. "I dislike it... it has the whole room smelling weird."

"You weren't complaining when we were fucking. So why complain now? I swear you're bipolar too." Jason scoffed, pulling our suitcases out the door.

"So we're leaving now?" Ignoring his comment, I asked the question I've been dying to know. "Yes Malarie."

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Jason's POV

"Welcome back Mr. McCann, miss." Ruben, the flight attendant politely spoke. "Thanks man." I gave him a closed mouth smile.

"Thank you Ruben." Malarie grinned widely. "How in the hell do you know his name?" I asked skeptically. My insecurities playing with my fucked up emotions.

"Are you seriously getting jealous of Ruben? Your flight attendant? You are seriously pathetic. His name tag says his name idiot!" She shouted at me, with so much anger.

"Well I wouldn't be surprise. You're always slutting around. I swear you are the biggest whore of all. You sit on other guys laps... and let them dance all over you! I guess I'm not your only boyfriend bitch!" I yelled at her, as she grew embarrassed.

"Um I'll just come back a little later. Er uh... just buzz me, if you need me." Ruben turned around to speed away.

"NO! Ruben you stay here. So we're embarrassing people huh?" She had a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I don't know why your looking all mad for. I mean you're the nastiest hoe I know." I yelled, just pure hatred for her.

"Is that so? The guy who kidnapped me from my family! The one who has raped me, beat me, and put me down. Not once... but several damn times! The man who has set outside my house, and stalked and obsessed over me, for TWO fucking years!! You have your damn nerve! You stupid cheater!" She screamed in pure fury. Her small chest heaving up and down.

Ruben gasped, covering his mouth, looking between her and I. While my nose flared in uneven breaths.

"Yeah I said it, and I'm not afraid to say it again. You even tried to rape me this morning, in the shower. You are an animal, who can't be contained." She shouted.

"RUBEN GET OUT OF HERE NOW! AND DON'T COME IN, IF YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE!" I yelled loudly, all while focusing my full attention on Malarie. "Y-yes boss." He stuttered, running out.

"Ruben? If you hear me screaming... and it goes silent, just know I didn't kill myself." She uttered, keeping her gaze on me as well. "Okay." I could hear the croak evident in his tone of voice.

I waited until he closed the door, to backhand her. Instantly sending her, off her seat, onto the carpeted floor. And shit it felt good. I haven't felt dominant in a long ass time.

She clutched her right cheek, trying to crawl away. I pulled her back by her legs easily. "You're going to tell our shit? Oh baby you must be out your damn mind, if you think you're getting away with that." I dropped to my knees, slapping her yet again multiple times.

"You are such a coward asshole." She croaked, wiping her tears. That little comment, just made me angrier. I soon saw my fist, inching towards her lips. And boom! I punched her dead in her mouth.

"OW! Oh my goodness, you piece of crap!" Her mouth dripping with lots of blood. Before I knew it, she attacked me punching me everywhere. Ike and Tina Turner, or nah?

"You fucking whore! You are going to get it!" I flipped her over, slapping her once again. Occasionally spanking her thighs. "Let me go JASON!" A grumble escaping her lips.

"NO! NO I WON'T!" I seethed, taking the hits from her tiny fist. In a swift motion I pulled out my pocket knife. She froze in place, her eyes widened, as was her mouth.

"Yeah now look who's in charge now. Me. I am. Jason motherfucking McCann." Pure rage taking over my body. All I could see was red.

Jason put the knife down! Don't do anything you will regret. -A

FUCKING KILL HER! Slice her damn throat, plunge it in her skull. -B

"Do whatever the hell you want buddy boy. -C

I pull my hand back with the knife, ready to stab her repeatedly. "Go ahead kill me. I know that's what you want... you're a deranged, woman abuser, and a psychopath." Her tears freely falling down her bruised face. Her lip still oozing blood.

I argued with myself, not knowing what I should do. "AHHHH! AHHHH!" Piercing screams come out my mouth. I drop the pocket knife, placing my hands around her throat instead.

"I'm dying by chocking now? Huh? I hate you... I hate you with a passion. I am so through with you! It's over!" She struggle to speak as my grip tightened.

"Well I hate you too! It will never be over. Your mine! And I'm going to show you again! Since you clearly don't get it!" My viscous rage, not calming down whatsoever.

Not soon after, I had her flipped over on her stomach. Pounding into her with all my might. Ignoring her pleads, screams, and cursing.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Fuuuuuuccckkk!" I released all of myself into Malarie. Making sure every single one of my children, were deep inside her.

"You think cumming inside me, will get me pregnant? Well lucky for me I'm on birth control." Nothing but a glare came from her.

"You what?" A yell came from my mouth, anger trying to escape me again.

"I'm on the pill. I can't get pregnant by you. You would be such a horrible father. I'm not your precious little girlfriend anymore." She spat, pulling up her crinkled jeans.

A knock sounded on the other side of the first class door. "We have just landed sir, ma'am." Ruben quickly whispered.

"That's wonderful, thank you Ruben." I grinned, knowing he heard all that went down in here. "Your welcome, Mr. Jason McCann."

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I drove the car silently, while Malarie wince in pain, every time she moved. Third time having anal, and she still thinks it hurt. I was lenient and only pounding inside her tightness for a couple of seconds. But I went ham on that pussy.

"My house, is other way Jason." I darkly chuckled, shaking my head. "Your family's house is that way. Our house is this way."

I heard three buttons being dialed. I confusingly, faced her. She was holding her phone up, with 9-1-1 ready to be called.

"You wouldn't dare call the cops on me." I waved her away. "Yes I will! I have your stupid, cum inside me to prove I was in fact raped. I could tell them everything. About you purposely threatening poor Ruben, and you hurting me. Do you want me to do that?" She asked, hovering her thumb over the call button.

"Fine." I grumbled pissed off. I made a U-turn, going back into the direction of her ugly ass house.

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Malarie's POV

We pull up to my house, not saying a word to one another. I hate Jason so much! He hurt me yet once again. I won't have him doing it to me again.

I go to open the door, though the ominous click sound scares me. "Unlock the doors." I demanded, looking out my window.

"Not until you promise me, you won't say nothing. Our business is our business." He roughly grasped my sore chin, turning me around to face him. "Do you got that?"

Through tear filled eyes, I mumbled "I promise." "That's good, because I wouldn't want to hurt you baby." He kissed my lips. I didn't kiss him back.

"You better kiss me back." A low growl, coming out his mouth, snapping me out of my zone. I kissed him back... not meaning anything to me. Anymore.

"I love you. Be safe, I'll see you later. Maybe Friday afternoon." I nodded in agreement, just so I can get away from him. "Okay bye babe." I got out and waved.

I ran towards my door, not wanting him to change his mind, and drag me back into his car. I bang on the door, ringing the doorbell crazily... just wanting to feel safe again.

The door opened, revealing my dad! I didn't care if he was still mad at me or not, I threw myself in his arms. Holding onto him tightly. "Daddy I'm home, I'm home dad! I'm sorry for everything, you were right... a-and I was wrong." He hushed me, rubbing my back soothingly.

"It's okay, tell me what's going on." He pulled me inside the house.

I'm home. No longer kidnapped, and no more Jason. I can't believe him... he broke his promise of not hurting me. I'm through, so through. I don't need him, clearly he doesn't need me.

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