The Night I Was Saved

Chapter Eighteen

I hear my heartbeat drum in my ears frantically. It's the proof that my heart is pumping my blood through the veins in my heated body fast. Steam is almost coming out of my nostrils like a raging bull ready to strike. It's the perfect resembles of how I feel inside; I'm ready to kill.

It must be a sharp contrast to the sight that Jo's looking at right at this moment. As my thumb swipes the red button so the call ends, I have my eyes on her already. She looks curious, still not having a clue what kind of information I just received. I made sure that she couldn't figure it out by my reply. When Hanson confirmed that they've got him, I simply said "good." After that, I hung up. A single word that didn't even comes close to all the things that rush through me right now but needed because I want my full attention on Jo when I tell her.

I have every intention of going to the station today, but not after I've told Jo. The moment Hanson told me, I figured that the right thing to do is tell her now, especially because I know that if I go to the station first, the rage inside me will convince me to torture that fucking cunt the moment I'll see him.

I doubt that time will change that, but I'm hoping Jo will somehow change the aggression inside me into something relatable to common sense.

Daisy's knocked out against my chest still, obviously also clueless to how my chest -that serves as her mattress as we speak- is heavily moving up and down as I try to keep myself in check. She is without doubt the reason I'm still standing at the same spot as I did when I heard Hanson say those words. If it wasn't for Daisy's sleeping form -limb, feeling utterly safe, and completely depending on me- I would've trashed every single thing along my way to the door.

It's almost funny to see how a personality can change over just seconds. I've never in my entire life felt the type of rage that rushes through me at this moment. Never have I ever had the serious thought, maybe even need, to kill someone. To give another being as much pain and torture as Jo received during her stay with him, it's becoming a must with each passing minute.

I've always took pride in the fact that I'm a calm, reasonable guy, which is, in my line of work, a very valuable thing. I believe it's the reason why I'm good at what I do; a case hardly ever takes an unexpected turn and it escalates only on very rare occasions.

Until her.

Her case is the only one that sucked me in from the moment I found her on that hard, wooden floor. And she's the only one that I seem to find important enough to wake this side in me. Jo and the little girl that's sleeping in my arms.

And I know the reason; I've felt it once before. In a completely different setting and scenario, and while the feeling was nothing like this, the fundament was the same.

It was years back, when Mercy had just started secondary. Two girls bullied her, and once Titan and I got word of that, we didn't hesitate in acting like the two big brothers we are. The fundament in that scenario? Love.

No one, no-fucking-one, touches or hurts the people I love.

And while I just an hour ago thought that what I feel for Jo is still an innocent type of love that will likely grow out to be more, I think I can now establish that that's shit.

I love her. I don't care that I've only known her for a few days, and I don't care that it's highly inappropriate considering how we met.

I love Daisy. I love the way she sucks on her two fingers and I love the way that our thing -her laying across my chest- is making us both feel as if nothing else exists.

I love them. And even though I could've known it way before this moment, I only now realize that I would do anything for them. That I would protect them against anything or anyone. And that I would kill for them if that ensures their safety.