Tom and Jill

Chapter Eight – Separate lives

 

Tom woke with his head pounding and no memory of anything past drinking with his brother.  His mouth felt like someone animal had curled up and died in there and his hand was sore where he had hit his brother.  He thought he could hear a noise and wondered if there was a bird outside his window or something.  He felt something move on the bed beside him as the same time he became aware of something soft under his hand.  He moved his hand, hearing the same sound as before but this time it was louder.  Trying to work out what it was, he moved his hand around, feeling what felt like a nipple under his fingers. 

 

Tom suddenly opened his eyes, his mind finally realising what he was feeling.  What he saw made him jump up of the bed in shock, his mind trying to work out why Jill was here in his room.  He was even more concerned about why she was looking at him the way she was.  If he didn’t know better, he would say she was scared of him. He looked around to find his glass of water; his movements making her crawl back on the bed and look at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

 

Jill’s heart was beating a million miles an hour as Tom stood looking at her. She knew that logically she had no reason to fear him now, as he was no longer drunk, but she was not feeling very logical. He had really hurt her and she wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t again.  When he moved to get a drink of water from his side table, she just about bolted off the bed, but not knowing what his reaction would be, she didn’t.  She saw him watching her as he drank, confusion evident in his eyes.  She wondered if he even remembered what he had done to her. Putting the glass down he moved to sit on the bed, making her try to squirm back even more into the wall behind her.  

 

“Jill, I am not sure what went on last night, but I can tell by how my head feels that I got a little drunk.  And judging from your reaction, I have done something to upset you. Do you think you could fill me in?”

 

Jill looked at him, seeing the old Tom but still not quite trusting him.  She didn’t really want to think about what he had done, but had to think of something to say.

 

“You did get a little drunk. I just wasn’t used to seeing you that way, that is all.’

 

Jill hoped that he was too hung over to notice that she had not answered his question fully.  He looked at her with a puzzled look, obviously trying to fill in the gaps.

 

“OK, so I got a little drunk, but that does not explain why you are here and why you are looking at me like you are.  Come on Jill, give me some help here.”

 

“Please Tom, just leave it.  It must be time for me to start on breakfast, so if you will let me pass, I’ll go and get to work.” 

 

Jill went to move of the bed, but Tom blocked her way, not touching her but causing her to flinch anyway.  When he reached his hand to touch her hair, he was surprised to see the fear in her eyes.  He continued moving his hand towards her, her eyes never leaving his as he finally reached her head.  He thought she was acting as if he expected him to hurt her and he began to really worry about what had happened last night.

 

“Jill, love, I’m not going to hurt you, you know that I would never do that.”

 

Jill could not look him in the eye, sure that he would know what he had done if she did.

 

“Jill, please look at me.  You are starting to scare me.  Did I do something I shouldn’t have done last night?”

 

At the mention of the night before, he saw her tense up and knew something was seriously wrong. 

 

“Jill, you are not leaving here until I know what happened.  Now tell me, did I pass out on you or what?”

Tom didn’t want to make her more scared than she looked already, but he needed to find out what had happened so that he could clear the air between them. He was sure it was something as simple as her helping him to bed and him falling asleep on her.

 

“Tom, please, don’t make me tell you.  I just want to forget about last night, please.”

 

Tom could see the tears in the corners of her eyes and knew more happened than him just falling asleep on her. 

 

“Jill, I have obviously done something bad.  I want to know how much I need to beg you to forgive me. Please Jill.”

 

Jill knew that he would not give up and drew in a deep breath trying to find some inner strength to get through the next few minutes. 

 

“Well it all started with you and Nick drinking out on the porch. You were getting pretty drunk and Nick had me give him a blowjob.”

 

Tom could see that she was taking her time, making him more worried about what she had to tell him.

 

“Yes, I remember drinking but it all gets a bit fuzzy after that. Hold on, I do seem to remember you and Nick, but if it was last night or another time, I am not sure.”

 

Jill blushed, despite having been made into a real life sex slave; she still blushed hearing someone talk about what she was made to do.  Tom could see her blush, sorry that he had to remind her of how Nick treated her.

 

“Jill, I am sorry. That was insensitive of me.  Ok, so what happened after that?”

 

The way she looked away told him it was something he properly didn’t want to hear.

 

“Um well, you ..Oh god Tom, you made me suck you off too.”

 

Tom could not believe what he had heard but the look in her eyes told him he had not misheard her.

 

“Oh Jill, I am so sorry. Did I hurt you?’

 

Jill just nodded, not wanting to have to go into too many details.  She was still trying to work out how to tell him the rest of what he had done.

 

“I have the feeling there is more that you haven’t told me.  Is that right?”

 

He saw her nod again, her eyes again avoiding his. He let her take a few minutes, dreading what she had to tell him. Finally he could see she was ready to go on.

 

“After I gave you the blowjob you brought me in here and …and you …  God this is hard… Tom, you raped me!” 

 

Tom felt sick. He looked at her, trying to see if she was serious and he knew that she was.

 

“What did I do? Jill I know I have no right to ask you, but I need to know.” 

 

“You first asked me to bend over the bed and show me my ass.  When I was slow to react you forced me down on my knees.”

 

He had noticed her bruises but had thought they were from something Nick had done.

 

“Did I do that?”  He asked, pointing to her knees.  He was also beginning to notice other bruises beginning to darken on her arms and thighs and wondered if had caused those too. 

 

“Yes.  You were really rough.  You put three fingers in my ass and then you…you used your cock.”

 

Tom had thought that making her give him a blowjob was bad enough but hearing that he had raped her in the ass was like he was living in a nightmare.  He had never had anal sex before and the thought of raping anyone there made him feel ashamed.

 

“God Jill, I really don’t know what to say. Sorry just doesn’t seem to be enough.  If I hurt you, I promise I will never do that again.”

 

At his words, Jill began to cry, deep sobs that seemed to tear his heart out.  When he tried to comfort her, she shrank away from him, scrambling off the bed and running out into the house.  He stayed on the bed, hearing her in the kitchen banging the pots and plates around.  He had raped her; he just could believe he had done that.  He knew he had to get away from here, had to clear his head.  He didn’t really like the thought of leaving Jill here with Nick but no longer trusted himself not to hurt her again. He began to pack, stopping to write Nick a note, hoping he was still sleeping.

 

In the kitchen, Jill had started to prepare breakfast when she just couldn’t take it anymore.  Sliding down the counter, she sat on the floor and cried.  When she heard the back door slam and Tom’s car start up, she knew that he had gone.