Sin For Me

Chapter 4 ☑️

Mason

Every ounce of my restraint was being tested at this very moment. I wanted nothing other than to beg her to leave this place behind and come back to me. Nonetheless, I had to let her make that decision herself—whether or not she wished to stay here. I had no choice in the matter. She didn't remember me. I was merely a stranger in her eyes. And it hurt like fucking hell.

I had already witnessed so much of Megan's pain throughout the years. I knew exactly who she was and what she endured for so long at the hands of her abusive husband. And part of it felt like my fault. I had done nothing to stop the abuse. As if I even could have...

I knew everything about the Jacobs', from their financial affairs to their personal intimate matters. Max had installed secret cameras throughout their home, and each day I had no choice but to succumb to observing Megan's every move. That was my job. I was a bodyguard, a safe keeper. A secret keeper. But worse of all, I was a coward. I couldn't help her. I could only comfort her, nothing more. And if I had ever been caught, I wouldn't be here today to witness the woman she had become. But even she had become a stranger.

My heart shattered a bit more each time I stared into her beautiful eyes and I saw were blanks All the chemistry and that spark we had was just...gone. Hidden, maybe, behind the forgotten memories of her painful past.

I really believed we would end up together. I would be her knight in shining armor, and she my princess. I made her a promise as she boarded that plane on her ticket to freedom, and I was ready to make good on that promise. I just had some things to take care of first. But that was done, and I was ready for our future together. I would swoon her, make her mine.

What I hadn't expected was that she would forget all about me. I hadn't anticipated things to go down like this. I only wanted to surprise her... How was I to know by doing so, I would fuck up her head—physically fuck up her head? Hopefully this wasn't permanent...

I needed her to remember me, to remember us. To remember the sacrifice I made for her. I loved her, and she deserved to know the truth. I was done being a coward.

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Max was a violent man. Each night when Max came home in a drunken stupor, he would abuse Megan—and I had to witness every single second of the horror. I was helpless, as was she. Her pain radiated ruthlessness throughout me with each tear she shed—with every slap, punch and rape she endured. I could feel every single ounce of her pain, as if it were my own. That's how I first knew I loved her. We were one in the same, but she didn't know it yet.

With each passing day, I found myself despising Max more and more. The security footage became more and more difficult to watch. I only wished I could whisk her away, and aid her escape. It was fucking killing me inside. I couldn't muster the strength to quit my job; that would mean leaving her alone to fight her battles alone.

Given the situation at hand when she married Max, it would be nearly impossible to leave him. He wasn't the type that took no for an answer. He was rather possessive, and appearances meant everything to him. She didn't know the true him, and what kind of lifestyle he led. He had always been rather keen with his private affairs. The only way out for Megan was in a wooden casket. Dead and cold—six feet under. The thought was distressing.

Megan was an impeccable housewife, regardless of everything she endured. She was tainted by the infidelity her husband bestowed upon her and his merciless behavior. I only prayed he would leave her be, so she could find happiness again. But deep down, I knew that would never happen. It was all about appearances with Max.

As time passed, the abuse grew more and more unbearable. Some days were worse than others. My life, as well as hers, was at stake if I slipped though. The pain in her eyes and the endless tears she shed regularly tugged on the strings of my heart.