Escaping miracle

Written by , on 2015-09-02, genre romantic

Amelia finally finds the courage to leave her abusive boyfriend Jonathan and plans to escape through the woods on a long journey towards town. But what happens when she meets Adam? Will he be able to save her from her horrible relationship?

Submitted:Apr 17, 2014 Reads: 567 Comments: 4 Likes: 4

"Look. At. Me." Jonathan grunted as he pushed his hard member in and out of me. My hands gripped the sheets tightly as I opened my eyes to look up at him. His emerald green eyes twinkled in the moonlight, filled with lust and fiery passion. If only I felt the same way about him.

Jonathan Gary, the man who I have dated for almost two years now. To me, he is nothing but an abusive prick that I can't get away from no matter how hard I try. I regret ever meeting him, and tonight is one of those nights that he reminds me of how much I loathe him.

As he speeds up, I let out a moan, not because I want to, but because no matter how much I fucking hate him, his 9in dick never ceases to pleasure me.

My legs wrap tightly around his waist as my hands grip his muscular arms.

"Fuck, I am gonna cum, Amelia." He pants.

Throwing my head back, I let my orgasm take over. "Jonathan!"

It shakes throughout my body and my pussy clenches around his cock.

With one deep thrust, he spills his cum deep inside of me.

Thank God I am on birth control.

Jonathan pulls out and collapses next to me, breathless. His arm is covering his eyes and I lay here, staring up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath.

Within five minutes, I begin to hear him snoring. It has been months since we have cuddled after sex. You would think it would make me mad, but honestly, I am grateful. I don't need his love.

I quickly jump out of bed and walk over to the dresser. Grabbing one of t-shirts out of his drawer, I quickly throw it on and make my way out of the large bedroom and down the hallway towards the kitchen. The sun has gone down, leaving it completely dark in the two story house. I switch on a light and walk over to the fridge. It is almost empty, with only a few items here and there. Mostly something to drink, never something to eat except for the occasional leftovers I store in here on the nights Jonathan never makes it home in time. Sometimes, though, he doesn't come home at all.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I lean against the marble counter and gulp down almost the whole thing.

He is cheating on me. I just know he is and when he comes home, he uses me as a sex toy when he can't turn anywhere else. It breaks my heart remembering how much we loved each other in the beginning. Until I remember the first time he hit me, of course. Now I despise him. If I could, I would leave. But where would I go?

We live in a house that he bought a little over a year ago. It is surrounded by a forest of trees and the next neighbor is more than two miles away. We only have one car, which Jonathan uses all day and all night which means I am stuck here 24/7.

Even though he is a successful lawyer, he never uses his money to buy the things we need. Like food, for instance. When he isn't home, sometimes he could be gone for days, leaving me here to starve with the occasional crackers and water.

To make it plain and simple, I basically live in a prison. Only thing is, I can roam outside if I want to. Not like it matters much, though. I hate the outside for the fact that it's not like I can go anywhere.

Even if I did leave, he would hunt me down and bring me right back.

I know from past experience.

The sound of footsteps smack against the tiled floor and Jonathan comes into view. With tired eyes, he glances at me.

"What are you doing out here?" He mumbles.

Fuck, how long was I out here for?

Looking down at the water bottle in my hand, I hold it up for him to see. "Needed something to drink." I reply.

He nods sleepily as he stalks over to me. My eyes never leave him as his hands grab my hips. "I want you." His breath is hot against my neck as he lightly presses his lips against my sensitive skin. Instinctively, I lean my head to the side to expose it for him.

I don't protest even though I am not in the mood for another round. If I do, he will hit me. I don't want that. The bruises from last week are finally fading.

His hands grasp the hems of his t-shirt I have on and he pulls it off of me, throwing it to the side. I feel his lips trace my skin as he slowly kisses down my chest and towards my breasts.

"You are so beautiful." He breathes.

Yeah, I bet you say that to every girl you cheated on me with.

I gasp when his mouth covers my erect nipple and he slowly runs his tongue over it. He bites down on it gently, making me moan in pain, yet pleasure. He has always known the right way to please me. I just wish he would stop…

As he works on my breasts, his other hand slides down my flat stomach and towards my shaved pussy.

Another moan escapes my lips when he cups me. Torturingly, he slides his middle finger through my slit.

"You are so ready for me." He groans as his lips meet mine again. It's a kiss that makes my lips ache, but I kiss him back with as much force as I can to make him believe this is what I want, when truthfully, it isn't.

Without another thought, he picks me up by the backs of my thighs and sets me on the counter.

"I am going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want baby?" He asks me between kisses and I moan against his lips as I feel the tip of his already erect cock press against my entrance.

"Please." I beg, wanting a release but also just wanting to get this over with.

His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts inside of me, causing me to scream.


He moves in and out, pounding me hard and fast. I know he will be done soon. He always is.

"Is this what you like? Do you like being my fucking slut?" Jonathan grunts as he fucks me harder, making me fall back against the window behind me. The faucet to the sink digs deep into my back but I ignore the pain as I arch my back.

"Yes! Please, fuck me harder!"

He doesn't disobey as he quickens his pace even more. My nails dig deep into his shoulders as my pussy tightens around his member. The sensation within my belly is too much to handle and I feel my orgasm increase with each thrust.

I know he does too, because his hands dig into my hips painfully.

"I am going to cum, babygirl." His voice breaks from the amount of pleasure as he suddenly pulls out of me. With a few strokes, his hot cum shoots out and onto my stomach. Leaning my head back against the window, I breathe.

It is when I am just coming off my high when I feel his presence leave.

I open my eyes to an empty room and my heart literally falls apart. I should be used to this by now, him leaving me after a fuck. But nothing like this and that is when it automatically becomes clear to me.

He no longer loves me, and I need to get out of here whether I have the chance or not.




The next morning, I decided to wake early enough to get a shower and plan my escape. Town is about 7 miles from here, and with walking, it will take me most of the day and into the night to get there. Jonathan left before I even woke up which gives me enough time to pack my shit and leave.

It would be a hell of a lot easier to call one of my friends to pick me up, but then again, I have none. I washed that down the drain when Jonathan and I moved to New York over a year ago. Long story short, I picked him over them and had it bite me in the ass, just like they said it would. Who would have thought just one man could ruin my life for me. Sickening, isn't it?

It's about 7am when I set out. I am wearing a comfortable pair of sneakers, white shorts, and a Metallica t-shirt which I tied with a rubber band in the back to make it fit. My brunette hair is up in a messy bun to keep it out of my face. It's the middle of summer, so I know for a fact it will be smoldering hot out here.

I have walked this way before the last time I escaped. Obviously I wasn't smart enough to do it when he wasn't home. It was just after a huge fight we had and probably only the third time he hit me. He hit me so hard, it little knocked the breath right out of me. I ran, and trust me, I tried to get as far away as possible. But of course I didn't, and now here I am, doing the exact same thing over again but smarter.


The trees are alive and the leaves rustle in the wind as I walk. It's quiet out here except for the birds chirping and the sound of rushing water from the creek.

I look down at the watch on my wrist. Noon. I have been walking for three hours.

It's when I hear the crunching leaves that my heart drops. Stopping dead in my tracks, I dart my eyes around me.

No one. Your mind is playing tricks, Amelia.

I start walking against when I hear the crunching of sticks behind me and I quickly spin around. A guy stands there in black, faded jeans and a white t-shirt. He looks just as scared as I am.

My heart is racing, and I press my hand over it.

"Fuck, you scared me." I mutter.

"I should say the same." He replies, raking a hand through his messy brown hair.

I laugh, glad he wasn't Jonathan. "I thought you were someone else."

His expression goes serious, "And I thought you were a psychopath roaming around the woods."

I raise an eyebrow at him, not knowing what to say.

He chuckles, "Only kidding. I saw you walking from the window from my bedroom." He gestures towards the house hidden by trees, "Anyway, what are you doing out here?"

I bite my lip, "Just walking around. Decided to go on an adventure." I lie.

His blue eyes roam around us, "Out here?" He questions as his eyes land on me again, "It's not safe out here."

"Tell me about it." I mutter. Other than the animals, nothing could be more dangerous than Jonathan, and that is a fact.

But God, this man's eyes are beautiful.

Stop, stop it right now, Lia.

"What is your name?" He asks me as he shoves his hands in his pockets, his eyes never leaving me.

"Amelia." I reply, cocking my head to the side, "and yours?"

He smiles, which forms that tingling sensation between my legs.



"Well, it was nice meeting you Adam but I should be on my way." I say as I turn back around to head towards the direction I was going.

"Wait." Adam says as he quickly grabs my wrist. I look up at him. Jeez, he towers over me like the goddamn Eiffel Tower.

"Why don't you come in? I can make you some lunch."


"It's not every day a beautiful girl stumbles across the woods behind your home." He interrupts with a smile on his face.

As much as I would like to resist because I know for damn sure Jonathan will be searching for me, I smile back and nod. "Sure, why not. But I can't stay long."

He nods,"That's understandable. I'm pretty sure my grilled cheese sandwich and wine will say otherwise."

I laugh as I follow him towards the house. "Wine and grilled cheese. That's a weird combo."

He glances over at me, "Not weird. Delicious."

"Whatever you say."

He shakes his head with a grin on his face as we make our way into his house.




Okay, I will say this right now, Adam can make a mean grilled cheese sandwich. I have never, in the 20 years of my life, have I ever ate such a delicious and exotic grilled cheese.

It's about 3pm, but I don't care. I am enjoying being with Adam. Talking with him and fresh. Like I need this. It's different since I am so used to Jonathan and his ways. I feel like I can say what I want when I am around Adam, and I won't be disciplined with his fist when I do. It's refreshing, and honestly, I think I have a newfound crush on the guy.

We talked about his parents, whom live in Europe now. He also has a younger sister that is in her Junior year of high school. He loves music, plays the guitar, and enjoys sports, reading (I know, that was a shocker for me too), and loves going out with friends.

I don't talk much except for the basic stuff like where I am from, what I like and don't like to do, and the occasional comments on the things he says.

Playing with the empty glass in my hand, I listen as he talks about his job. It's when he says something about working on a murder case is when I stop him.

"Wait, a murder?" I ask, not entirely sure what job he is implying.

"Yes, a murder. Why?" Adam asks, confused.

"What do you do?"

"I am a cop."

My mouth goes dry and my heartbeat quickens. If he is a cop that means he will know Jonathan.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"What's wrong?" He asks when he notices the fear crossed over my face.

"I-I think it's time for me to go." I stand up and grab the bookbag full of my things. "It was nice meeting you. Thank you so much for making a delicious lunch. I hope all goes well. Goodbye" Without another word, I walk away from him.

I hear the scrape of the chair and his footsteps behind me.

"Amelia, wait." His hand grabs my wrists as he turns me around to face him. "Did I say something wrong?"

I stay quiet, not looking at him.

His fingers pull my chin up to look at him. "Please, if I did, I am sorry."

Speechless. That is exactly what I am right now but when I go to say something, a knock at the door interrupts.

"Wait here." Adam says, and I do as he says as he walks over to the door. Opening it, my mouth drops open and the fear instantly crawls back into my veins.

Jonathan stands there, anger plastered on his face. His hands are balled up into fists and his eyes are hooded with that intense look to them. I swear I see them go red when his eyes land on Adam and then me.

"Can I help you?" Adam asks, wondering why the hell this strange man is standing on his porch.

"I am Jonathan Gary." His eyes never leave mine, "May I speak to my girlfriend, Amelia, please?"

Before Adam can turn around, I dart down the hallway, leaving my bag on the floor. Loud footsteps follow me as I make my way up the stair. I don't know where the hell I am going but the fact Jonathan is right on my tail doesn't stop me.

"Amelia! Get back here!" He yells but I ignore his command as I basically fall into what looks like the bathroom. But before I can slam the door, he pushes it open, sending me backwards and onto the tiled floor.

Jonathan stands above me, panting hard. Sweat forms on his forehead where his black hair sticks to it and his dark eyes glare down at me.

"What makes you think you can get away so easily?" He growls.

"Amelia!" Adam yells from the stairs.

Jonathan looks behind him and then at me again. "Another guy, huh? Do you really think the dumbass can save you now?"

I hear Adam coming closer but Jonathan shuts the door behind him, locking the door. Turning to look back at me, he crouches down. "Think you can run? Well baby, I have another thing coming for you."

Without another word, his fist connects with my jaw and I cry out in pain.

"What is going on in there!" Adam yells through the wooden door.

I cry out again when Jonathan grabs my hair and yanks my head back. I stare up into his eyes as tears spill out of mine because of the intense pain pounding through my head.

"Amelia!" Adam shouts, "Open the door or I will break it down!"

Jonathan leans down close to my ear, "You can run, but you can't hide." He whispers, followed by another painful yank of my hair. "I thought you would be smart enough to never try this bullshit again."

"P-please. I-"

His other hand covers my mouth, "Shhh, everything will be okay baby. Once I am through with you, you will never have to worry again."

What does he mean by that?!

My eyes widen when I notice the knife he pulls out of his back pocket. But before I can scream, his hand clamps down over my mouth again. I can feel the point of the knife against my throat.


Tears stream down my cheeks, soaking my hair in the process as I stare up into his eyes. They are filled with desire. Desire to kill.

I hear Adam pounding on the door, "Amelia, I give you three seconds to open this door!"

This is my chance. It's do or die.

I bring my fist up as hard as I can. It connects with Jonathan's nose and he stumbles backwards, clutching his nose as the blood pours out over down his mouth and chin. I don't sit and watch though as I quickly get to my feet.

"Adam! Please! Help!" I scream as I try to unlock the door. My hands struggle but I am suddenly pulled back and thrown against the wall. My head hits it hard and I open my eyes just in time to see the door swing open but the agonizing pain I feel in my stomach causes me to cry out in agony.

I fall to my knees, clutching my stomach as the blood pours out and over my shaking hands. Adam pulls his gun out of his waistband and aims it at Jonathan. My world goes black as I fall the the ground and the gunshot rings through the air.




1 year later

I stand outside the police station, waiting impatiently for Adam to get off. It's a nice day out with a refreshing breeze and a blue sky. A perfect day to go to the lake. I even brought a basket for a small picnic which I know he would enjoy.

A smile forms on my face when I see him walk out. He is talking to a couple of his buddies when I walk over to them. He smiles when he sees me and pulls me into his arms, leaving a chaise kiss on my lips.

"Happy to see me?" I whisper, ignoring the hoots and claps from his buddies. I am used to it now.

He nods, kissing me again. "You wouldn't believe how happy."

"I have a surprise for you." I pull away from him as his eyes widen with amusement.

"Oh really? and what is this so-called surprise." He quotes the last word with his fingers, mocking me.

"It won't be a surprise if I tell you."

He shakes his head.

"The girl has a point." His buddy, Ray, laughs.

"Don't I always?" I stick my tongue out at Ray and his laugh fades. The other guys find it funny and laugh.

"I'm not going to argue with you over this again." He replies with a smirk.

"Yeah, because that went so well the first time."

Adam interjects, "Hey, hey. Let me get my girl home." He laughs, saying goodbye to his buddies.

Grabbing my hand, he leads me to his car which is parked far enough away from the station that nobody can see.

Once we know we are alone, he suddenly pushes me up against the SUV and his mouth finds mine. My fingers grip his hair as he kisses me fiercely and his fingers dig into my hips. Biting on his bottom lip, a small moan escapes my lips when his knee spreads my legs apart and presses against my jeans. The friction is too much to handle and I grind against his thigh, wanting so much more.

"I bet I can make you cum in less than a minute." He breathes against my lips as his hands work on the button and zipper to my jeans.

"Let me see you try." I challenge him, and he pulls back enough for me to look into his eyes.

He pushes my jeans and panties down around my knees and leans over, kissing my exposed shoulder. I shudder from his soft lips on my skin.

Never will I be able to get used to the way he makes me feel.

"Fuck." I breathe when he presses two fingers against my clit. Just the fact we are out in the open makes it so much more hotter and I feel myself get wetter thinking about it.

"Do you like that, baby?" His hot breath against my neck sends shivers through my body.


"Do you want more?"

"Adam, please-"

"Please what?" He glances at me, and I bite my bottom lip.

Asshole, he is teasing me.

"Just fucking finger me already. I ne-"

I let out a gasp as he slides two fingers deep inside me and my hand grasps his wrist.

Leaning down, he whispers in my ear "The countdown starts now."

My head falls back against the window as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of me insanely fast.

"Fuck, oh my god!" I scream as my nails dig into his wrists.

With his other hand, he grabs both of mine and pushes them against the window above me, holding me still.

"Do you love when I finger your pussy?" He whispers in my ear.

I don't reply, only a moan escapes my lips when he quickens his pace.

"You are so fucking beautiful." He doesn't stop his assault on my pussy as he leans down and lightly kisses my shoulder. It leaves though and I feel his breath against my lips. "Open your eyes."

I open them and stare into his sapphire blue eyes. Unlike Jonathan's, they are filled with love and wanting. Something I have always wanted.

My pussy clenches around his fingers as my knees buckle. If he wasn't holding me still, I would have fallen already.

"Don't stop. Please." I groan, and he bites his bottom lip as he pumps his fingers in even faster, hitting that sweet spot that he knows will send me over the edge.

"Let go, baby." He pants and just those words make me come undone.

My orgasm is powerful and I scream out his name and fall into his arms. He wraps them around me, breathing just as hard as I am as he plants a kiss on my forehead.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispers against my hair.

I lean my head back to look up into his eyes, "I love you."

He smiles and brushes my hair out of my face. "I love you too, Amelia."

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