Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

Chapter 85 - Not My Jerry

Chapter 85 - Not My Jerry

"Jer- stop..."

He tried to speak but she didn't stop and he lost the will to struggle. He slumped on the bed with a thud. His blood started rushing towards his lower abdomen and his hands were itching to hold her.

"Shush, Jerry... I am applying medicine for your ouchies..." she straddled on his thighs and bent over him and continued licking his lips.

He let her be and reveled in the sweet sensations of her lips on his face. From one bruise to the next she moved and "applied medicine" in her way.

As she moved, her crotch ground over his groin and he knew it won't be long before his insatiable monster will "awaken" and he wondered how she will react then.

"Why did you get hit?" she asked and her eyes started to water. "Poor boy... it must have hurt..." she placed her head on his chest and wrapped her hands around his neck.

Jeremy patted her back. His heart bubbled with joy seeing her worried for him.

"It hurt a lot. It still hurts. Apply more medicine..." he said in a pitiful tone and she looked up.

Slowly she crawled over him and her face was on top of his. "Where does it hurt?" she asked and he pointed at his lips.

She grazed her lips over his and slowly pressed her lips over his. Her hair fell over his face and using his fingers he fixed her hair behind her ears. Her warm breath fell on his face and he closed his eyes.

"Ahh!" he screamed as she bit his lips. Knitting his brows, he patted his lips that hurt a lot.

"Hehehehe..." she started chucking. "You can't trick me into kissing you, Jerry..."

"Oh, yeah?" he smirked and flipped her. Pinning both of her hands with his, he straddled over her without resting his weight on her.

Kissing her forehead, he observed if she is scared, but she was having a very bright smile and wasn't even struggling. He wondered if he went further, she'll let him. But then he knew her cognitive skills are impaired with alcohol and she'll regret it in the morning.

"Tell me, Jerlina," he kissed the tip of her nose. "Who am I?"

"Did you forget who you are?" she questioned him back.

"No, but tell me anyway..." he insisted.

"You're Jerry..."

"Jerry who?" he could see her smile reducing a bit and wondered if she is sobering up. But it can't be possible since she drank a lot and it only has been a little more than an hour after she started drinking.

And her speech is slurring a bit and she didn't have good coordination. She is still drunk.

"You're Emma's Jerry..." she said and her eyes turned sad. "You're Emma's brother Jerry..."

"I am?" Jeremy let go of her hands and lied beside her.

"Yes, you are," she spoke in a soft voice.

"Then what about Gerard? Isn't he-"

"He's Emma's Gerry too... He's Emma's husband Gerry... I have no Gerry... I have no one..."

Jeremy's heart felt like it was stabbed by an invisible sharp knife. He hugged her close to his chest. "Don't say that. You have me, you have-"

"But you're Emma's Jerry. I don't have you," she said and he squeezed her close to him.

"No, you have me... trust me."

"No... Gerry left me for Emma, you'll ask me to leave soon... I have no one..." she said and he could feel his shirt getting wet.

Is she saying this because I told her that I will let her go after Gerard divorces Emma? But... does she really don't want to get back with him?

"I have no one to trust and so I should only trust myself... You know what, Jerry? I wish I had a brother... I wish you were my brother... then you will put me as your priority...Ah... you can't be my brother...we...we already..." she slurred and said something and Jeremy couldn't hear it well.

We already did what? Did she remember that day at the pub?

"I wish you were my boyfriend. I wish we dated back then..."

"Back then..?" Jeremy's voice shook. Is she talking about when she lived in Peyton? "But you didn't like me back then!"

"Because Emma-" she winced and he held her close.

She's scared to talk about Emma to me?

"Emma did what?" he spoke in a gentle tone and kissed her forehead.

"You don't like it when I talk about Emma. I don't like Emma..." she said and he patted her back.

"It's okay. I won't be mad at you. Tell me what Emma did."

He gently caressed her head as she nuzzled closely to his chest hiding her face and he waited. That day she shouted back at him and he thought she is not scared of him anymore, but she is still scared of him.

Well, she is only scared of talking about Emma to me.

"Emma told me..."

"Hmm..."

"You're going to kill me for copying her assignment and lying to the Principal..."

"But it was not her assignment you copied. She bullied a boy for that-"

"But you were following me and... I didn't know... I didn't know, Jerry..." she started to cry and he hugged her.

"What didn't you know?"

"I didn't know that you liked me... You even talked to my dad. Otherwise, I won't even have the company now... You paid for his funeral and you protected me... I am sorry... I didn't know..."

"Who to-"

He wanted to ask her who told her, but in the end, it doesn't matter. The truth is out. Back then, he didn't want to get her by throwing things and favors at her. He helped her just for his own satisfaction; to see her happy.

And he hid it because he wanted her to fall for him for who he is and not for what he did for her. He didn't want to make her feel obliged or owed to him. He has an army of people who follow him because they think they owe him. He didn't want her to be the same.

"I didn't know that you liked me... Emma told me you want me dead and I believed her..."

"Don't cry..." he patted her back.

Now he understood something. Back then, he just followed her around and wanted to see her happy. But he never tried to tell her that he likes her.

The main reason was her age. He wanted to wait till she turns eighteen before he tells her. But a lot happened. Her father died a few days after her birthday and he didn't want to push her anymore.

He wanted her to fall for him and threw himself in front of her all the time, but for her, it would have been weird and scary. Especially when she was thinking that he hated her.

Emma... why did you lie to her?

In the deep corner of his heart, a smidgen of bitterness formed against his sister.