I wake up earlier than I ever have in my entire life. To make breakfast for the dipshit himself and then to make sure that my plan is set in motion.

After an hour of making chocolate chip cookies, he wakes up.

Descends down the stairs and stares at me ravishing every part of me.

I forgot that my "period" is supposed to end today.

"Good morning!" I chirp and he smiles.

"Morning." He says seating on a chair on the dinner table.

As I clean the working space, the family I left behind me flashes through my mind.

Charlotte and Elizabeth finally get along now so that's a good thing for Mrs Hart right? But on the other hand Janice is back in Nathan's life.

I cant help but reminisce on how broken he was that day. Clutching me to him as if I was going to disappear, and I did. I feel bad for leaving him at such a crucial time in his life.

When he needed me most, I walked out on him. I'm no better than Janice.

But I have to do this. I really do, I hope he understands.

Even if when I get back to New York, he wont want to take me back in, I'd understand.

I'd just be grateful that at least during this difficult time, he still cared for my son.

"Jenny!" He yells so loud, his voice is angry now.

I should be scared. But I'm not, I dont know how to be.

The thought that I have people that love me back home, makes me feel stronger.

"My name is Gemima." I respond.

He stares at me dumbfounded for a second this eyes twist into so much anger that the little scared girl part of me shivers away.

But the rest of me stands rigid.

"Would you like breakfast after you're done eye murdering me?" I ask.

He looks shocked to say the least.  I know, I am too.

I plate the cookies on the table and begin to eat, he joins a few seconds later.

"I planned a trip for us." I tell him.

"To?" He asks.

"Charlotte. It'll be a week or so." I smile.

"I dont really like trips and all of that." He says. I stare at him.

This man is cat walking on my very last sane nerve.

"Come on baby, it'll be fun. I promise.  We leave after lunch.  I'll go pack." I tell him not waiting for a response.

And just like that, Plan B has begun. I head upstairs and pack some clothes I might need.

Damn I want more cookies.

But first let me go pee for like second time this hour.

I head downstairs and he laying on the couch watching some stupid show.

I head over to the stove to prepare the lunch. It's been a while since I made chicken pie.

Which takes me a while because I keep taking a break to each cookies. They must be too good for me not to be able to put them down.

"Lunch is almost ready." I tell him. He stands and seats.

We eat so fast that it barely feels like we ate. Me eating more of course.

I've had a big appetite lately. Like this plan is making me hungry as hell.

"You're a bit bigger." He says.

I glare at him, why would he tell me that?

"Wait for me in the car. I'll be right there." I tell him.

I grab everything and run downstairs. Breathing like a hairdryer of course.

I begin driving to Charlotte. With him constantly making snarky comments on my weight, hair and skin.

I swear to God I'm about to whoop his ass.

I park in the driveway of my parents house. I let him in, he stares around as I bring everything in.

"Get comfortable. I'm going to get food." I tell him and I drive to the stores.

I get some food and some stuff I might need for the plan.

Step 1 if plan b is done and now I'm seating and eating Chick-Fil-A. A young woman with skin as dark as mine walks towards me.

"Gemima? Is that you?" She asks.

No its father Christmas.

"Hi Venus." I greet the woman.

She was in the same high school as me, she is really snarky and mean.

"Oh my it is you, you look way bigger than I remember." She says.

I only look at her.

"I heard you're dating Nathan Meyer. I myself am married to Harry Melanoma, we have five kids." She says smiling.

And her waist looks like that? Okay I'm jealous.

"I'm bigger because Nathan doesnt starve me, you could tell your Melanoma to try it as well." I tell her standing and walking away.

This whole thing of people mentioning my weight is upsetting me.

I head back home and prepare dinner. Here and there Jeremy speaks to me.

But he stops when he sees that little thing that he keeps saying are pissing me off.

We eat dinner in silence before he heads upstairs to do something.

I take the opportunity to try and communicate with Nathan.

I grab a pen and paper.

Dear Nate.

I'm so sorry for disappearing on you like that. I hope you're okay,  and everyone else. I  want you to know that I'm okay. And that I love you very much. I miss you. I'll be coming home very soon. Just–

I was so focused on writing the letter that I didn't hear Jeremy walk in. Niether did I feel him hovering over me.

"What the fuck is this?" He yells crumbling the paper down.

I know I said that he doesnt scare me anymore. He does now.

His ocean  eyes are angry like tides. There is a wild fire blazing inside of them.

Where the hell are those anger management classes because I cant find them anywhere in him.

He smacks me right across my face. I stumble out of the chair and I fall to the floor.

He kicks me and I feel vomit running up my throat. I try to run but he pulls me by my hair and then he punches me. Hard that I groan.

"I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry." I plead.

He punches me one last time and then he let's my hair go while groaning in frustration.

"You always make me do this!" He yells.

"Im sorry. Let me clean up. I'll make it up to you." I tell him. Trying to adjust to the vomit I swallowed.

The plan isnt really going well right now. I state at him as he walks upstairs.

I gather myself. Hoping that the plan can still go. Anger boils inside me, this is the last time I let him walk over me.

Step 3 of Plan B begins now. I change into the langerie I bought and a coat.

I knock on his door and I stare at him.

"Go." He says .

I show him my legs and he smiles.

"I'm making it up to you. Sit on the chair. I've got a little show prepared for you." I try to make my voice sound slutty.

I pull the coat off and he gasps staring at me .

He tries to stand but I shake my head no. I use the roap to tie him up. He groans as I give him a lap dance.

Breathing on his neck in the process. I kiss his lips and he groans again.

When I'm sure that he's tied tight enough, I move away and I smirk.

I grab the whip and I smirk harder.

"You've been a very bad boy Jeremy. Its time for your punishment." I say.

He still hasn't caught on huh?

I whip him. Making sure that it hurts in the process.

"You've hurt me long enough Jeremy,  now it's my turn." I smirk.

"You wouldnt ." He says.

"I would baby. See you're in a secluded place, you know no one and no one knows you. I'm going to torture you for a week or so before I , you know? Kill you." I tell him and he flinches.

"You wouldnt dare." He snarls.

"Oh watch me baby." I say.