Warning to Reader: Strong adult themes and some language.
Chapter 12
-Side Effects
True to her word Tammy left on Thursday. She busted into the kitchen during dinner, announcing that she was here for her stuff. Richard followed her out of the room, quiet voices reached me and and mom through the swinging door here. A whispered 'why,' an angry four letter word.
Tammy left, Richard didn't come back into the room.
Dinner ended, Jamie did the dishes while her mom talked to her agent about the most recent divorce. By now it was like clockwork, none of the long two year court appearances and stuff, just sign the paper and move on.
After all the dishes were dried and put away Jamie went back to her room, where she pulled her notebook out of it's new hiding spot inside her
mattress.
She sat at her desk, slowly writing down her thoughts and feelings, her insight on the world.
It was twelve midnight when she finally folded the bent and time worn notebook shut, sticking the pen in the metal spirals and sliding it into it's spot among the springs and cotton that she slept on.
A breeze came in through the cracked open window, the night scented air were a relief to her lungs. Jamie went toward the window, opened it up as much as it would go and stuck her head out, letting the wind rush into her ears, blocking out everything else.
She almost cried at the sheer beauty of the winds purity, the simple caress of nature.
She pulled her head back into the room, a warm hand clamped over her mouth, she tried to scream through it.
“Don't make any more noise, Bitch.”
She was turned around by one shoulder, the hand never moving from her mouth.
“You're going to listen to what I have to say, and then you're not going to say anything more, do you understand?”
Jamie dropped her head as a slight nod.
“Good.”
The hand didn't drop from Jamie's mouth as the man went into an exclamation as to why Tammy left, something about her worrying about Jamie.
“You took her away from me,” the man said, shoving Jamie to the ground. She sucked in a deep breath through her mouth, while she had been able to breathe before the sudden freedom made her feel deprived.
“And now, you're going to pay,” Jamie cringed, closing her eyes as tightly as she could, preparing herself for the blow. After it didn't come she opened one eye. The man was standing above her with an odd expression, one of both hate and love.
But a kind of love that scared Jamie to her core. It wasn't just love in his eyes, not in the way it should have been. It was a love centered in lust.
Goosebumps erupted over Jamie, cold fear seeped to her heart. Richard lowered to his knees above her.
“You deprived me, and now you're going to pay for it," he said, lowering himself to her, "Make any noise, and I swear to God I'll kill you,”
Tears fell down her cheeks as she struggled to get free from him, but his pressing weight held her firmly in place.
“Stop moving,” he said as his hands began to travel. Jamie cried more and more. But he didn't stop.
He left at two in the morning, leaving Jamie a bloody mess crumpled up on the floor still crying tears that should have dried a long time ago.
Completely alone, unable to move, paralyzed with fear, disgust, hate, she felt a breeze come in through the still open window, it's gentle movements over her naked back brought more tears, and more tears still as she cried the night to morning.
Coming Soon: Chapter 13- The difference between life and death -On both accounts. 
