One Hour Ago . . .
MADISON WENT HOME A WHILE ago, and since then, I’ve been sitting here, restless, and unable to stay still for longer than five minutes at a time.
Until today, Jax hasn’t been away from me for longer than a few hours at a time and I hate that he’s not here right now and won’t be for close to another hour.
Every time a text comes through from him, I have the urge to take off and go see him. This day seriously couldn’t go by any slower.
“Screw it.” Making a rash decision, I snatch up the keys to Jax’s truck and lock up on my way out. Jax doesn’t want me out alone right now with everything that’s been happening, but I need some fresh air before I go crazy waiting on him.
I miss his touch. His smell. His taste. I miss everything about him. And even though Madison kept me company for most of the night, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I miss him when we aren’t together.
There are a few things I forgot to grab from Tessa’s the last time I was there, so I’ll swing by, grab those things and surprise him at work. He may be upset at first, but I can’t just sit here anymore. With no one to talk to it’s making me crazy.
The streets are quiet with it being so late. The drive to Tessa’s seems to go by pretty quickly. Judging by the empty driveway when I pull up, I can only assume she must be working tonight and Blaine is out doing whatever it is he does since he doesn’t have to watch her for the time being.
I climb out of Jax’s truck and quickly let myself inside, wanting to get in and out of here as fast as I possibly can, so I can get to the bar.
I’m in my old room, gathering my makeup and jewelry, along with a few random belongings when I hear the front door open and close.
“Tessa.” I swallow nervously, waiting to hear my old roommate’s voice. “Is that you?”
When I don’t get a response, my heartbeat speeds up at the possibility that James decided to show up. I wouldn’t put it past his crazy ass. I wasn’t thinking. It was really stupid to come here alone.
He’s the last person I want to deal with right now, so I grab my purse and head into the living room to tell him to fuck off so I can leave.
“James. You need to–”
My words cut off when I step into the room to see Jasper leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He smiles and locks the door, before pushing away from it. “James is a little busy tonight, so I thought I’d swing by and check on you instead.”
On instinct, I reach into my boot and pull out the knife I used to keep hidden under my mattress. It may not be much, but I want to make sure Jasper sees I have some sort of defense. “I don’t need James checking up on me. I don’t want shit to do with him or you. Leave before I call Jax.”
He lets out a cocky laugh and takes a step closer, as if to let me know that my little knife doesn’t scare him. “Jax will be a little busy when he gets off work. That’s another reason I decided to keep you company.”
My heart drops. “What is that supposed to mean?” I hold my hand with the knife up and take a step forward. I’m not afraid to use this thing when it comes to protecting Jax. “Fucking tell me. Now!”
“James and some of my guys were a little bored tonight and thought it might be fun to play with Jax. I figured playing with you would be more fun and would piss Jax off more.”
My eyes lower to his hand when he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of pills. My heartrate spikes at the sight of them and I stumble back into the wall, losing my composure. “Take your shit and go. Now!”
“Why?” He opens the bag and empties the pills into his hand, coming at me and knocking the knife out of mine, before blocking me against the wall with his huge frame. “My shit not good enough for Jax’s girl? Just like it wasn’t good enough for his mother? We’ll see about that.”
Keeping me in place with his body, he grabs my face with his free hand, his nails digging into my flesh. I fight against him, struggling to get free against his strength. “Get off of me, you bastard!” I push and scratch at him, but he shoves his hand into my face, forcing what pills he can into my mouth, the rest of them falling to the floor.
I cry and scream, doing what I can to spit them out, but he grabs my face with both hands and forces my mouth shut.
“Swallow like a good girl.” I refuse to obey him. Getting aggravated with me fighting still, he tosses me down to the ground and straddles me, before slapping me hard across the face. “Swallow, bitch!”
Tears roll down my face as I shake my head side to side, the nasty taste from the pills coating my tongue.
“Those not good enough for a cunt like you?” He slaps me again and releases my face long enough to reach into his shirt pocket to grab something. I take the few seconds of freedom to turn my head and spit out as much as I can, but some have already dissolved in my mouth.
The bitter taste has me almost choking on my puke, but he turns me over enough that I’m able to spit out the acid burning my throat.
“Jax is going to kill you.” I look up at him and spit in his face, my saliva mixed with the chunks I wasn’t able to get out.
“Stupid bitch!” He wipes his face off and reaches for the plastic bag he dropped on the ground beside us, before gripping my face again to yell in it. “You want to play! Huh? Do you?”
I kick and push at him, trying to shove him down to the ground, put he places his full weight on me while opening the bag of cocaine and shoving it into my face, doing his best to make me inhale by taking away my ability to breathe in clean air. “How’s my shit now, bitch? Tell me!”
I blow out the best I can, while coughing on the powder I’ve inhaled, the back of my nose and throat going numb within seconds. “Fuck you.” I cry out, unable to stop the tears from coming now. “I hope he kills you. I hope he puts a bullet right into your skull. ‘Cause he will.”
Fear registers in his eyes for a split second, before he punches me across the face and stands to yank me up by my hair. With all of his strength he slams my face into the wall, not once, but twice before he throws me across the room.
The blood from my face stains the floor below me, most likely from my nose being broken, but I can’t feel my face, due to numbness.
Next thing I know he’s on top of me from behind, ripping my jeans down my legs.
I grip the carpet and cry, my body becoming too weak to fight back, and all I can think is that I might never see Jax again.
That scares me more than the thought of death, and there’s a chance I might not make it out of here alive tonight. For whatever reason he’s determined to hurt me and I have no idea why. I was involved with James not him, although I have a pretty good idea this is a message for Jax.
I lay here frozen, tears wetting my face as Jasper rips my panties to the side and forces my legs apart, giving him access to shove his fingers into my pussy.
With a few forceful acts I’m taken back. Just like when I was fifteen, I feel dead inside, as I lie here helpless, being used like the piece of trash my father raised me to be.
He rips my head back by my hair and shoves his fingers deeper inside, before leaning over me to whisper in my ear. “You’re fucking lifeless, you worthless whore. I’ll be back when you have some fight in you. I can’t wait to tear the fuck out of this pussy of yours while you scream.”
I’m in and out of consciousness after that. I don’t know how many times his fingers enter me or how long I take his hits before I finally blackout.