With dreams of chaos and destruction , June Liera is no stranger to getting her own way . Using what she has to gain the truth , twisting it , bending it to her own will .
She is becoming her fathers worst nightmare.
Then she meets Jett . A messed...
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Ever since they had gotten back from his birthday celebration , Jett had been acting more intense that usual .
Normally June would easily brush his hovering and neediness aside , she had liked this caring side of him . The way he seemed to always find a way to touch her and hold her close .
She hadn't had someone cared to blatantly before and it was nice , for some time , but lately his behaviour had gotten a little too much for her to bare , even by her standards .
He had vehemently insisted that she ate every meal with him , that he was to be the one to prepare and make it . No more junk food . He had told her sternly as he snatched away her bag full of candy and snacks .
He had began texting and calling her almost every hour whenever she wasn't there , demanding to know where she was and who she was with .
If she refused to tell him he would quickly become upset , his voice cracking as he accused her of lying about her love for him . Then he would become angry , snarling and shouting down the phone at her until she gave in and went back to his cabin to spend the night again.
He still cared . She knew he did . He loved her . Yet he seemed to be forgetting that love didn't have to be so painful all the time . She liked the way they had toed the line between pleasure and pain , she liked the way he would get rough with her , pull her hair and bite her skin till she bruised . For she knew that he would always make her feel better afterwards .
He would hold her close and run her a bath , running a brush gently through her hair from where he had pulled on the soft strands. He would kiss her bruises and whisper to her how much he loved her , how he would never let her go.
He didn't anymore . Each shove , each bite and each bruise was overlooked . He didn't hold her to his chest after hurting her , he didn't carefully wipe the blood from her lips when he bit too hard .
He wasn't being very nice anymore and june didn't know what to do . So she had just ignored it .
If he pushed her , she would push back just as harshly . If he shouted , she would scream . If he demands , she would stay silent .
She loved him despite whatever the consequences may be . What else could she do ?
When she felt herself become too overwhelmed from his smothering she had claimed that her father was getting suspicious of there closeness , that he was asking her why she was spending night after night at her bosses cabin .
So she had told him that she needed to go back home for a little while , to breathe , to make things better.
He had put up a fight , eyes darkening in anger as he accused her of abandoning him when he needed her most .
Maybe he was right . But it was all becoming too much for her to handle . She could feel herself slowly begin to hate him again , she didn't want to feel so badly about the only man in her life that she had ever wanted , ever needed. She just needed some time to herself , she was so sure that this hurtful phase in the relationship would pass.
