Escaping miracle-1

Amelia finally finds the courage to leave her abusive boyfriend Jonathan and plans to escape through the woods on a long journey towards town. But what happens when she meets Adam? Will he be able to save her from her horrible relationship?

Submitted:Apr 17, 2014 Reads: 567 Comments: 4 Likes: 4

“Look. At. Me.” Jonathan grunted as he pushed his hard member in and out of me. My hands gripped the sheets tightly as I opened my eyes to look up at him. His emerald green eyes twinkled in the moonlight, filled with lust and fiery passion. If only I felt the same way about him.

Jonathan Gary, the man who I have dated for almost two years now. To me, he is nothing but an abusive prick that I can’t get away from no matter how hard I try. I regret ever meeting him, and tonight is one of those nights that he reminds me of how much I loathe him.

As he speeds up, I let out a moan, not because I want to, but because no matter how much I fucking hate him, his 9in dick never ceases to pleasure me.

My legs wrap tightly around his waist as my hands grip his muscular arms.

“Fuck, I am gonna cum, Amelia.” He pants.

Throwing my head back, I let my orgasm take over. “Jonathan!”

It shakes throughout my body and my pussy clenches around his cock.

With one deep thrust, he spills his cum deep inside of me.

Thank God I am on birth control.

Jonathan pulls out and collapses next to me, breathless. His arm is covering his eyes and I lay here, staring up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath.

Within five minutes, I begin to hear him snoring. It has been months since we have cuddled after sex. You would think it would make me mad, but honestly, I am grateful. I don’t need his love.

I quickly jump out of bed and walk over to the dresser. Grabbing one of t-shirts out of his drawer, I quickly throw it on and make my way out of the large bedroom and down the hallway towards the kitchen. The sun has gone down, leaving it completely dark in the two story house. I switch on a light and walk over to the fridge. It is almost empty, with only a few items here and there. Mostly something to drink, never something to eat except for the occasional leftovers I store in here on the nights Jonathan never makes it home in time. Sometimes, though, he doesn’t come home at all.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I lean against the marble counter and gulp down almost the whole thing.

He is cheating on me. I just know he is and when he comes home, he uses me as a sex toy when he can’t turn anywhere else. It breaks my heart remembering how much we loved each other in the beginning. Until I remember the first time he hit me, of course. Now I despise him. If I could, I would leave. But where would I go?

We live in a house that he bought a little over a year ago. It is surrounded by a forest of trees and the next neighbor is more than two miles away. We only have one car, which Jonathan uses all day and all night which means I am stuck here 24/7.

Even though he is a successful lawyer, he never uses his money to buy the things we need. Like food, for instance. When he isn’t home, sometimes he could be gone for days, leaving me here to starve with the occasional crackers and water.

To make it plain and simple, I basically live in a prison. Only thing is, I can roam outside if I want to. Not like it matters much, though. I hate the outside for the fact that it’s not like I can go anywhere.

Even if I did leave, he would hunt me down and bring me right back.

I know from past experience.

The sound of footsteps smack against the tiled floor and Jonathan comes into view. With tired eyes, he glances at me.

“What are you doing out here?” He mumbles.

Fuck, how long was I out here for?

Looking down at the water bottle in my hand, I hold it up for him to see. “Needed something to drink.” I reply.

He nods sleepily as he stalks over to me. My eyes never leave him as his hands grab my hips. “I want you.” His breath is hot against my neck as he lightly presses his lips against my sensitive skin. Instinctively, I lean my head to the side to expose it for him.

I don’t protest even though I am not in the mood for another round. If I do, he will hit me. I don’t want that. The bruises from last week are finally fading.

His hands grasp the hems of his t-shirt I have on and he pulls it off of me, throwing it to the side. I feel his lips trace my skin as he slowly kisses down my chest and towards my breasts.

“You are so beautiful.” He breathes.

Yeah, I bet you say that to every girl you cheated on me with.

I gasp when his mouth covers my erect nipple and he slowly runs his tongue over it. He bites down on it gently, making me moan in pain, yet pleasure. He has always known the right way to please me. I just wish he would stop…

As he works on my breasts, his other hand slides down my flat stomach and towards my shaved pussy.

Another moan escapes my lips when he cups me. Torturingly, he slides his middle finger through my slit.

“You are so ready for me.” He groans as his lips meet mine again. It’s a kiss that makes my lips ache, but I kiss him back with as much force as I can to make him believe this is what I want, when truthfully, it isn’t.

Without another thought, he picks me up by the backs of my thighs and sets me on the counter.

“I am going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want baby?” He asks me between kisses and I moan against his lips as I feel the tip of his already erect cock press against my entrance.

“Please.” I beg, wanting a release but also just wanting to get this over with.

His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts inside of me, causing me to scream.

“Fuck!”

He moves in and out, pounding me hard and fast. I know he will be done soon. He always is.

“Is this what you like? Do you like being my fucking slut?” Jonathan grunts as he fucks me harder, making me fall back against the window behind me. The faucet to the sink digs deep into my back but I ignore the pain as I arch my back.

“Yes! Please, fuck me harder!”

He doesn’t disobey as he quickens his pace even more. My nails dig deep into his shoulders as my pussy tightens around his member. The sensation within my belly is too much to handle and I feel my orgasm increase with each thrust.

I know he does too, because his hands dig into my hips painfully.

“I am going to cum, babygirl.” His voice breaks from the amount of pleasure as he suddenly pulls out of me. With a few strokes, his hot cum shoots out and onto my stomach. Leaning my head back against the window, I breathe.

It is when I am just coming off my high when I feel his presence leave.

I open my eyes to an empty room and my heart literally falls apart. I should be used to this by now, him leaving me after a fuck. But nothing like this and that is when it automatically becomes clear to me.

He no longer loves me, and I need to get out of here whether I have the chance or not.

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The next morning, I decided to wake early enough to get a shower and plan my escape. Town is about 7 miles from here, and with walking, it will take me most of the day and into the night to get there. Jonathan left before I even woke up which gives me enough time to pack my shit and leave.

It would be a hell of a lot easier to call one of my friends to pick me up, but then again, I have none. I washed that down the drain when Jonathan and I moved to New York over a year ago. Long story short, I picked him over them and had it bite me in the ass, just like they said it would. Who would have thought just one man could ruin my life for me. Sickening, isn’t it?

It’s about 7am when I set out. I am wearing a comfortable pair of sneakers, white shorts, and a Metallica t-shirt which I tied with a rubber band in the back to make it fit. My brunette hair is up in a messy bun to keep it out of my face. It’s the middle of summer, so I know for a fact it will be smoldering hot out here.

I have walked this way before the last time I escaped. Obviously I wasn’t smart enough to do it when he wasn’t home. It was just after a huge fight we had and probably only the third time he hit me. He hit me so hard, it little knocked the breath right out of me. I ran, and trust me, I tried to get as far away as possible. But of course I didn’t, and now here I am, doing the exact same thing over again but smarter.

Hopefully.

The trees are alive and the leaves rustle in the wind as I walk. It’s quiet out here except for the birds chirping and the sound of rushing water from the creek.

I look down at the watch on my wrist. Noon. I have been walking for three hours.

It’s when I hear the crunching leaves that my heart drops. Stopping dead in my tracks, I dart my eyes around me.

No one. Your mind is playing tricks, Amelia.

I start walking against when I hear the crunching of sticks behind me and I quickly spin around. A guy stands there in black, faded jeans and a white t-shirt. He looks just as scared as I am.

My heart is racing, and I press my hand over it.

“Fuck, you scared me.” I mutter.

“I should say the same.” He replies, raking a hand through his messy brown hair.

I laugh, glad he wasn’t Jonathan. “I thought you were someone else.”

His expression goes serious, “And I thought you were a psychopath roaming around the woods.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, not knowing what to say.

He chuckles, “Only kidding. I saw you walking from the window from my bedroom.” He gestures towards the house hidden by trees, “Anyway, what are you doing out here?”

I bite my lip, “Just walking around. Decided to go on an adventure.” I lie.

His blue eyes roam around us, “Out here?” He questions as his eyes land on me again, “It’s not safe out here.”

“Tell me about it.” I mutter. Other than the animals, nothing could be more dangerous than Jonathan, and that is a fact.

But God, this man’s eyes are beautiful.

Stop, stop it right now, Lia.

“What is your name?” He asks me as he shoves his hands in his pockets, his eyes never leaving me.

“Amelia.” I reply, cocking my head to the side, “and yours?”

He smiles, which forms that tingling sensation between my legs.

Dammit.

“Adam.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you Adam but I should be on my way.” I say as I turn back around to head towards the direction I was going.

“Wait.” Adam says as he quickly grabs my wrist. I look up at him. Jeez, he towers over me like the goddamn Eiffel Tower.

“Why don’t you come in? I can make you some lunch.”

“I…”

“It’s not every day a beautiful girl stumbles across the woods behind your home.” He interrupts with a smile on his face.