《His Possession》TWENTY-THREE
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"No." I whispered while I whipped my eyes and while I was trying to control my breathing back to normal.
"I can't." I whispered again and I bent down to pick up the eggs.
I started to breathe harder and I was quickly picking up the eggs and slamming them down on the carton. He placed his hand on my wrist and I flinched away. I dropped the eggs once again and cried.
He pulled me into his chest and I cried while I held on to his shirt with shaky hands. He rubbed my back while saying soothing words into my ear.
He carried me onto his lap and rocked back and forth. I slowly started to calm down but I didn't stop crying. All those memories would never go away.
Ever.
He got up and carried me to the couch and sat down while I straddle his waist and I buried my face in his neck.
"Please don't let them get me." I croak out while sobbing more.
His hold on me tighten as he brought me even closer to his chest.
"I would never let them come after you again. If they do, it won't even be a second before I have my hands around their neck and watching the life in their eyes go away."
"Just please, don't let them come for me. I-I-I...Just please Jaxon." I said while my voice was barely hearable.
"I won't let them get you. Ever.
That would never happen again."
****
I went to the kitchen and went to go pick up the mess but I see Landon already with a rag and cleaning up the yolk.
I whipped my eyes and walked to the cabinet and grabbed a glass and I filled it with some water and drank it in one gulp.
I placed the glass in the sink and walked over to Landon and wrapped my arms around his waist and I laid my head on his back.
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"Thank you for not giving up on me. You and Jaxon." I said while shutting my eyes.
He turned around and I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my back and waist and laid his chin on top of my head. "I would never give up on you." He whispered.
I sighed and I hugged him harder. He kissed the top of my head and we stayed like this for awhile.
****
I didn't eat, instead I went up stairs to Jaxons room and walked in the bathroom. I heated up the water till it filled the tub almost to the edge of it. I stripped out of my clothes and I didn't even look in the mirror because I already know if I did I would be reminded of how they touched me.
I walked in and sat down and I felt all my tense muscles relax when they hit the warm water. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes. I laid my head on the shower wall and I didn't dare to move.
I laid there for five minutes till I started to wash my body.
The tub was once clear but now was a musty brown. I was disgusted of how dirty I was and I wounded how bad I smelled.
Sañtiago would only let me bathe if I smelled really bad. I didn't know how long I waited to bathe but it felt good to.
I started to drain the tub when the water was to dirty and started to turn cold. I turned on the shower head and rinse my body then I stepped out and walked towards the cabinet that held the towels.
When I was walking towards the cabinet I glanced at myself and stopped.
My ribs were cover in bruises, my chest was covered with bruises from the men, my face had lost color, and the thing I'm most disgusted by is a big bruise on my neck from Sañtiago.
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Water from my hair was dripping on my back and chest causing me to shake from the cold. I quickly looked away and grabbed the towel. I dried myself and grabbed one of Jaxons sweats and one black t-shirt. I didn't bother with my hair so I just grabbed it and made a bun on top of my head.
They got looser then before and I grew colder just by walking around. I held myself and I felt my ribs and I quickly gulped down the sob that was trying to come out.
I walked out and went straight to the bed. It was 11 in the night so the moon light was shining in and the clear night sky shined with stars. I sighed and went under the cover and stared out the window on my right side.
I closed my eyes and just letting the dark consume me till I'm unconscious.
****
I was downstairs and was drinking some Jack and I was on the laptop calculating some numbers of sales we made from the shipment we just got.
Landon took off to his house awhile ago and I was left with all the sale rates and was looking at pictures that Landon sent me for the gang recruitment.
"Fûck." I sighed and downed the shot and filled it again and ran my hand in my hair. I took off my shirt and I closed my computer. I got off of me chair and just took the bottle of Jack with me. I walked out of my office while I took some swings at it and I finished half the bottle.
I placed the bottle on the kitchen counter and I walked towards my room.
The room was pitch black with some moonlight shining in and I see Jordans body figure under the covers and I just walked towards the bathroom. I turned on the shower head and stripped out of my pants and walked in.
I rested my hands on the shower wall and I let my head hung low. The water was hitting my back and was taking out the nots in it. Memories flashed through my mind of Jordan screaming in the phone, the videos of her shaking in fear, the audio video of her telling them to stop, and I couldn't do anything about.
The scar on her thigh already has my body shaking in anger and now it's permanently there and would remind her of what happen.
Fûck. I can't believe I let that ha-
I was cut off in my thought by a horrific scream coming outside of the door. My head snapped up and I heard the scream getting louder I slapped the water off and sprinted out of the room while I held the towel in my hand while I ran naked towards the scream.
I see Jordan thrashing around in the bed while screaming with her eyes closed tight. I freaked out so I ran towards her and hovered over her. I shook her but she screamed even more and thrashed around.
"JORDAN!" I said while grabbing her shoulders and trying to stop her from moving around.
Her eyes snapped open and tears filled them. She started to cry and she jumped on me. I didn't expect it so I fell backwards on the bed.
"T-They got me Jaxon. They got me Jaxon." She cried out while she held me on her dear life.
"I'm here. They would never get you again."
She cried on my chest and would shake every now and then. I got chills and I noticed that I was still naked and the towel was on the ground now.
I tried to lift her off of me but she held on to me tighter. I sighed in defeat, and just held onto her.
Guess I'm sleeping naked.
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