The wind hit the glass windows like a lightening bolt and it startled her as she was taking a short nap. It wasn't normally like this. She closed her eyes and remembered back when she was younger. Time was gentle in her eyes. Life seemed almost undoubting. The autumn atmosphere freezes her heart and she longed for change, something to pull her and never let go. It was possible; at least she believed there was hope.

She remained silent, and had the same sudden urge to pick up and go. She didn’t want to stumble onto just anywhere. Where would she go? Was she running away? In a way, she thought maybe. Where she is wasn’t making much of a difference. Life was cold, chipping away at will like cracked paint in the summer.

Her stomach grumbled that empty noise but she treaded onward just like a wounded solder in the middle of the battleground. Should she try the streets? She knew them well, had every corner mapped out without confusion. The faces of everyone in the outside world revealed themselves in her thoughts. Every time this happened, the headaches came back. The memories of those dark allies were haunting and a new pain surfaced.

But she thanked God. Yes, she was faithful despite the uncongenial situation. She would pray in the quiet, all alone, almost screaming the prayers within her wishes for them to come true.

“Oh God,” she said softly, trembling inside.

Knowing she was going to get caught she made a run for it. It had been exactly 4 days and she had grown desperate. But she didn’t want to cry again but they came too fast this time. She knew she was in trouble when she left her jacket near the restaurant where she was hiding. She had been so good until now. That was when she heard the menacing growl of her name called out.

She sucked in her breath not knowing what else to do. She ran and hurled herself against the brick wall; her heart started beating out of her chest again. She knows this feeling all too well.

This is the part when he comes out. She gulped down her embarrassment and hid her body underneath the stairs. She hugs at her shoulders, her body shaking beyond control. She knew it was too late. She tried not to completely lose it or else she knew she would be dead. It was too late, and everything was getting so cold. Too icy. Her teeth started to clatter together and she knew she had to find some salvation soon.

"Maybe he didn't see me after all..."

“Oh Jade, come on honey. Don’t hide from me. You know things would be much nicer if you listened to me. Come on, baby.”

She could feel his voice getting closer to where she was hiding and she knew she couldn't move anywhere else. Damn it. She cursed in her mind. Her body was too sore and tired to try anything stupid. She remembered the last time she tried to escape, she got it bad. The next day she couldn’t walk and had to crawl to a corner for the whole day.

It wasn’t fair. She cursed at her eyes. She wished that she could hide them. It was all because of this. Those eyes; too special to ignore. They weren’t just any green out there. They looked like they didn’t belong to her.

But this was how he found her. Just like this. On the dark allies of nowhere and New York scrapings; liking a duckling stuck inside a tar pit. Everything looked black nowadays. Even the mornings were casting shadows, making it more different for anyone, let alone her, to find a way out.

Whenever she did this, he would find her. And he always had. It was the same coated vicious cycle of her life. All because of her eyes, they were magic. You couldn’t describe them, no one could, it’s the cool, misty flavor of a lightened teal, wrapped in a boom of bright white lights. They clawed at you when you glanced even for a moment. They grabbed you like a magnet but when they cry, hold on for dear life.

Justin was the only one to have seen her cry. But he didn’t know anything about her until 5 months ago. Sometimes he still doesn’t. She’s his toy. He doesn’t pay her, he keeps her. It’s like the game she’ll never win. She is used in his pathetic game everyday and she dreams of knowing there’s a way to just leave, and never look back.

But see, he was on her tail and it didn’t help out her chances no matter much she begged him as he forces her every night of every single day.

Closer, her breathing wears thin as she screams and tries to get up. “No, please, Justin, don’t do this. I promise, I wasn’t-I wasn’t running… Please…”

It was already played out and she knew it was futile to argue her way out of this. Justin grabbed her hair picked her body up with ease and she knew she couldn’t fight him. She used to kick and punch at him but he always pinned her down with such a force that could tear through anyone. She hated how strong he was. She really hated how painfully good-looking, even after all she’s been through, he still was. He had these fierce blue eyes that looked almost black if she crossed him.

Before he was tough, a lot of more dangerous. But he eased himself into her life just like anything else. It was funny how he forced her yet he was gentle at the same time. She couldn’t deny her body. Those feelings, but all it had to be was lust, there was nothing else to hold on to. Her body and her heart were two different things and she hated that they were destroyed.

It was time and they both knew it. Whenever he drinks this much, there’s usually a reason. Otherwise when he’s sober, he’s almost always an angry person and sometimes she never did anything wrong. But this was coming and it was going to be just as bad as before. He might try something different, who knows? She was scared. She had always been this way since they met.

Their clothes were already off on the way back to his house as he threw her body down onto the bed. She dreaded the next moments. Only because she knew she might like it, she wasn’t sure, he was gradually getting rougher now.

He didn’t even waste much time with four play. He wanted her to pay and she wanted a way out. But all she could do was lay there, unmoving, not by choice, and feeling overly tremulous if she made any sudden moments.

He did all the work anyway. And he would talk to her during. That part was the scariest. He would make her say all kinds of degrading things back to him and when he had told her to do something, she just did it. The crying had come after. He had no patience for that but he didn’t ignore it.

If she did something like that, he’d slap her or worse, lock her outside with nothing on. She wasn’t about to risk it. The tears just came out like an easy smile now. She made no whimpering noise afterward and she was getting really good at that.

At first he started a little slower than he normally had. Usually it was quick and terse as he got himself off. This was all for him. He knew the power of her eyes and he couldn’t let go of her. He needed her.

When he started going a little bit faster, she spoke up, “Please, no, not like that. I’m sorry, I wasn’t running I promise. Don’t do this.”

This only fueled his fire to go at rapid speed. Now he was like a mad man. Diving in and out like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and everything would disappear.

“Don’t you dare speak that way to me. Don’t fuck me with Jade. You know, uh, that you did a bad, bad thing. Do not cross me again. Oh, yea!”

It was fast this time when he came. He was still on top and inside her as he buried his head into her neck. He was numbingly biting at the bits of flesh that was soaked in her pool of sweat.

He pulled out and lay next to her. His eyes were as wide as a wolf’s, his breathing had looked like he’d just came back from a 100 meter sprint. He said nothing and that was a good thing. Usually when he’s silent, he’s a lot easier to tolerate.

She turned onto her side very carefully. The tears on her face had already dried up but had now mixed with her sweat. She wiped at her face and pulled her hand back to look at it. This was like a nightmare. There has to be another way.

It can’t go on anymore, she had horrible feeling something might happen that she couldn’t stop. She was just being here, being forced into this ferocity, why her?

Just then, there was rustling taking place outside. She stayed under the covers and Justin got up and dressed. He looked really worried and she’d never seen him act like this before. Usually people are afraid of what he will do.

After he dressed, he turned her and whispered, “Stay here, baby. Keep quiet, ok?”

And then he left her. Oh, if only he never came back. She made another prayer as she pulled the sheets tighter around her body and shut her eyes as if she was controlled to do so.

Justin opened the door slowly and winced at the sight. There stood the man he feared that could take everything away from him if he wanted to.

"Timberlake… Why am I not surprised to see you again? What the fuck are you doing man? We got a nice tip from one of your buddies; wanna explain this mishap to me?" The man said with fierceness as his bright blue eyes sneered into Justin's timid ones.

Justin shrunk back into his previous mood. He was good at pretending to be tough. Cleverly brushing the funk off inside his mind, "There's nothing going on here. I promise. I'm just, look, I'm clean... No tracks on me."

The Officer glanced at his arm with careful eyes, then those unnerving eyes, never once faltering his presence to the trouble maker before him, "That's it? I don't buy it. I'm gonna take a look inside, you know, because I don't fucking believe you. You're hiding something Justin, I'm gonna figure it out."

The Officer pushed his way pasted Justin and invited himself inside his place. "JC, no… Come on man. You know there's nothing going on here. I live by myself here. Come on man, don't waste your time."

The determined Officer rolled his eyes and continued checking every inch for a booking charge. JC Chasez has been waiting for a reason to just tackle Justin for good this time. He's known it ever since they met that he was a mess. Even if Justin wasn't around, JC always went to Justin for the reason. The Precinct always thought Justin was an easy case too. It was easy to go into the kid's rap sheet, and base it on everything he's done.

JC took out his flashlight and shined around every corner of the living room. What he really wanted was in Justin's bedroom. Just any reason to take him in would make his life. Scum like Justin Timberlake should be gassed or given the lethal injection. JC was the type of man that never let anyone skate by him without paying the consequences. And Justin was one of those people. There was so much he had gotten way with and it boiled his blood that he couldn't find the means to bring him in sooner.

JC heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He looked up and noticed the bright fluorescent light was left on and what looked like steam coming from the bottom. Did he have a body? Similar possibilities floated through the Officer's mind. He charged onward for what was inside there.

"JC… Please, don't go." Justin practically screamed.

JC ignored the annoyance behind him and pulled open the door but frowned. He could have sworn there was something there. Maybe it was someone. The body scenario still remained in thought. Something was going on.

The Officer was pleasantly surprised. But it was almost like someone just was there. The whole bathroom was milky and had a thick fog of warmness surrounding it. He could just feel a presence nearby. It was tickling at his senses and pulled his mission into overdrive.

The bathroom was within inches of where JC stood and he took full advantage of the situation. He opened the door and sighed loudly. He shined the flashlight on the darkened bed, with the covers pulled up over something with a lump.

JC walked over toward the head of the bed and shook at it gently, “Hello? Ma’am, what the…?”

Justin watched in horror as he pulled off the covers ravenously to reveal two pillows in place. “She’s gone!”

JC whipped his head around, “She? Who is she? Something fucked up’s going on Timberlake, you better start talking.”

Everything in Justin had dried up. She left? No, she wouldn’t leave him. He owned her. He wanted to keep her to him. This was an outrage. Justin staggered backward, barely paying any attention to the equally enraged officer. He just couldn’t believe it. All this time, he trusted her to stay with him.

“Well?” JC shoved the bright light into his tearing eyes.

For the first time in a while, Justin was worried about her. He didn’t blink or move, he just sat there in daze transfixed upon nothing. It was too late: whatever he could have done. But how far could she have gotten?

He had to know and he needed to bring her back.

She got as far as her legs could carry her. Hardly anywhere was open at this time a night, but then again it is New York, and life never closes no matter where you are.

Her eyes had been struggling to focus as her legs where still on the run. It was tiresome now but it was life for her, and she deserved something for a long time of pain.

She ran across the street without looking at any signs. She had spotted some place with the light on. Could be what she was looking for. Maybe if she screamed, they’d let her in.

Mable’s Table was the place. Sounded like one of those diners that stays open even if the apocalypse hits. Just in case. For the first time in a long time, the corners of her mouth lifted up. She heard her stomach make those nasty noises again and she sped up her path a little bit further. Even if her legs fell off, she was going to do this. And Justin wasn’t going to be there to force her to do anything.

She ran a little bit more until she had reached the front entrance. She looked inside first and observed the dim lights strewn about the facility and knocked on the door. She really wanted to just bang the living daylight out of that door but she didn’t wanna make any more noise. He could always be behind her.

She hugged her head in protection as if he would try something now. She waited 5 seconds more before she knocked again, this time with more urgency. Her cheeks were freezing up fast, along with the rest of her body. She had taken some of Justin’s last stash of money he made with a Hispanic men. He had bought a lot of drugs from Justin in the past but the last purchase had been exactly what she needed to start a new life.

Justin had robbed her of her innocence now she’s taking exactly what she needed from the start. It made her feel a little better but that was half of the battle. The war is just beginning.

She started to bang onto the door now with all the power she had left. “Please, is anyone in there? Open the door please. Please help me!”