Sally and Jonah

The first art to my story, SAVING SALLY
(there'll be more, sadly. *sob*)
"You look good.''
Sally’s heart raced as he came nearer. She shook her head slowly. "Jonah-"
"I'm real sorry I hit you.'' he said, his words coming slurred. He reached out and touched her face but she turned away. Grabbing it roughly he pulled her to him by her chin and combed his fingers through her hair, his nails scraping against her scalp so that it hurt. She shook her head, trying not to cry.
His cold wet lips pushed sloppily against hers as he rummaged her, tearing her clothes in places. Sally shut her eyes tight and tried to go outside her body. But when she reached the place, Jonah dragged her back with his rough movements.
He finished and pushed her away from him; he got out of bed, dressed, and left. And as soon as the door closed Sally let all the tears, the anguish, the frustration of being there all leak out. She heard the words that jack had said
Call me if you ever need me.