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"Hey! Come back" Joe called out as Cyrinda left the kitchen.

"Nah."

She felt his hand on her wrist and she turned around to him "What the fuck was that for Cyrinda?"

"What was what?" Cyrinda asked trying to confuse Joe.

"Don't ever blow cigarette smoke in my face!" He said sternly.

"Oh, you're so scary!" She smirked and tried pulling away her wrist from his grip but couldn't because he tightened his grip "Ow fucker let go!"

He released his grip and walked away.

She rubbed her hand and was confused.

He has never done that to her

The only way to find out why he did that was to ask him.

"What was that for?" She walked after him.

"Don't ask." He said as he walked to the bedroom to get a coat.

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

He headed towards the door.

"No! Are you going to go out and get drunk?" She stopped infront of him

"Why do you care?" He brushed her aside and continued walking.

"Joe, you're not going to go get drunk!" She walked after him. "You're staying here!"

He grabbed the keys to the car "Oh look what I have in my hand, The keys to the car."

"You make me sick!" She crossed her arms.

He walked towards her and gave her a kiss on the cheek "I love you too babe."

She brought her hand up and slapped him.

He smirked while he had his hand on his cheek.

He opened the door and walked out.

She mocked him and walked to the bedroom to get her clothes to a shower.

She came out of the shower and went to the bedroom to dry her hair.

There was no sign of Joe so it was obvious that he was with Steven drinking and getting high.

"That bastard." She muttered as she got her brush.

She sat on the bed and began getting the feeling she was being watched.

She got up and turned to look at the closet.

There was nothing there except for her and Joe's clothes hanging on the hangers.

At the coner of her eye, She swore she saw a black, tall figure standing in the hallway.

She quickly turned and let out a scream as the figure ran to her and knockng her onto the bed.

Cyrinda's POV

It all happened too fast.

I turned around to see if somebody was there because I was getting the feeling I was being watched.

I turn back around and next thing you know, I'm on the bed.

He was wearing a ski mask and had an angry look on his eyes.

Then I tried screaming but he covered my mouth.

I freaked out when I saw him pull a gun.

I tried squirming away.

"Since you said you would do whatever I want, then do this: Don't scream or I'll blow your fucking brains out!" He put the gun to my temple.

I never said I was going to do whatever he wanted.

I saw him pull out the tape.

He ripped out a peice and covered my mouth.

I closed my eyes as tears fell down.

My eyes opened as I heard a zipper unzip.

I felt him pull my shirt up and pull my sweat pants down.

Then I felt him push up against me, hearing him moan everytime our hips touched.

To be honest, I don't want this but I wanted to live. I don't think anybody would want to go through this!

He did the same position for 5 more minutes and everytime our hips touched, He'd slap me.

Feeling scared and worried, I imagined Joe coming in and beating the shit out of this guy.

I wish that would happen, but what were the chances of that happening?

I closed my eyes for a minute and heard him zip his zipper back up.

"Hey cutie, I'll be back soon" He said and slapped me.

I waited for the front door to shut so I could cry myself to sleep.

The last thing I thought about was Joe and where the fuck he was.