I put my hands on Pitches chest as he laid us down, him on top of me, and tried to push up. I felt adrenaline fill me as his hands trailed to the hem of my pants. I kept my mouth shut as he practically raped me with his lips.
"Pitch." I gasped as I pulled away, he looked down at me his eyes filled with lust. "Pitch. Get off me." I said just above a whisper, but full of anger.
"Jack." He all but moaned, and went to kiss me again but I moved so he kissed my cheek instead.
"Get. Off." I said turning my head back toward him.
"Yes.. Um.. Of course." He all but jumped off of me, almost immediately, I pulled my legs to my chest and stared up at him, filled with a new level of hatred. "Jack.. I'm.. A.." I turned my head away, and clenched my knees, trying to control my temper.
"Just go!" I spat out, and he looked at me, his face contorted into rage, then sadness.
"Fine." He said quietly then among a whisp of smoke, he disappeared.
I waited a few seconds, then allowed the sobs to escape my mouth. I was so done, I was in pain, hungry, thirsty, and just sick of being held captive. I wanted to feel the sun on my skin, feel the power corse within me. I wanted to go back in time, tell myself to not go out, ask someone to go with me. Anything. I cried until I couldn't breathe, and then some more. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, then I just made the horrid sounds that go with crying. I don't know how long I was like that, but long enough to drain what little energy I had, and cause my eyelids to grow heavy. As if Sandy had struck me with his sand. I felt a fresh wave of sadness to hit me, and tears I hadn't known I had started to fall as I curled into a tighter ball, but allowed sleep to take me in it's grasp, and drag me to it's depths.