Purple Eyes - J.H

Chapter 10

⚠️⚠️ mentions/descriptions of abuse and rape

Jadens POV

She sighed as I pulled into my driveway. I knew my moms and Steve's cars were already in the garage. She was looking at her house with resentment and fear written all across her face. Wait does she?

"There's no way you could possibly think that I am letting you stay there tonight?" I question. She turns to me all confused. She goes to protest but I soon interrupt her. "Nope, not happening. You are staying at my house for at least a week. I'm not letting you there." I say with sternness in my voice.

"No Jae, I can't let you do that. It's not fair." She argues.

"Well too bad pretty lady, you are staying with me." I say as I get out the car and ignoring the blush creeping onto her face.

"What about clothes and stuff I need?" She questions.

"You can to choose to borrow my clothes, or I have 3 sisters who all stopped growing at age 16 you can borrow from. What other stuff do you need?" She looks down and mumbles something. "Sweetheart I need you to speak up please." I say. She mumbles a bit louder. "One more time please." I hear her groan in annoyance.

"Pads and tampons." She growls at me. Fucking Jesus that is scary.

"Well again, I have 3 sisters, I'm sure we have something and if not, I like going to target." I say somewhat afraid of her at the moment.

"No I can't do it. I don't want to put your family in danger." She said about to walk over to her own house. I grab her arm and run inside my home before she can respond.

"Oh, look, what a shame. I guess you will have to stay here now." I say with a smirk.

"Fucking bitch arse." She mumbled, I couldn't help but laugh. She shot me a look. "What's so funny?" I was still giggling.

"I am will never get over how you say ass with your accent. It's so fucking cute." I said pinching her cheek. She slapped my hand away harshly. Ok, that hurt like a bitch. All of the noise I was making must of attracted the attention of my mother and her husband.

"Jaden? Oh, who is this?" She asked continuing to dry the plate she had in her hand. Steve didn't anything as usual. Fucking prick.

"Oh, hey mom. This is my friend Blair, if you don't mind, she will be staying with us for a little bit." I said looking her in a way that says just don't question it.

You see, normally my mum is very understanding about when my friends need to stay over for an extended period of time. She doesn't understand the situation they are in, but will do anything she can to help them nonetheless. The only problem we might have is that Blair is female.

"Oh, okay, of course that's okay. You're always welcome here sweetie." She said, pulling Blair in for a side hug. She flinched but it was barely noticeable.

"Thank you ma'am." She responds.

"Oh and she's British, I love her already." Both mine and Blair's eyes widen and her cheeks flushed a subtle red.

"Okay mom, if you need us, we'll be in my room." I said as I made my way to the stairs.

"Make sure you keep it down and use protection." She said. Oh my fucking god just 🙃🔫 please.

"Jesus Christ mom, no, that's not what is happening here." I rushed out. Blair burst out laughing, which in turn caused my mom to start laughing. "Come on bitch ass, hurry up." I grumbled.

"Okay fuck you." She shot back as she followed me to my room.

I walk in and she followed suit, collapsing onto my bed.

"Sure, make yourself at home." I mumbled placing my bag on my desk.

"Excuse me, who dragged me here? I will do as I please thank you very much." She sent me a playful glare. I think.

"You know, there aren't any cameras in here." I implied.

"Why don't you cut the bullshit, grow a pair and ask me what you wanna ask me." Damn, didn't expect to be attacked today. I sighed as I sat down on my desk chair.

"Fine, are you 100% sure that there is nothing you can do about what is going on. I mean my mom is a private investigator. Maybe if I ask, she can help you." I say with a twinge of hope that she would cave.

She didn't say anything. She stood up, grabbed my hand and took me to my bathroom. She pointed to the counter and I sat on it. I watched as she closed her eyes and took a few long, deep breaths.

She opened her eyes and started undoing her jeans. As she dropped them, my eyes went straight to hers. She then removed the hoodie she was wearing which left her standing there in a CK sports bra and underwear. My eyes didn't leave hers until she nodded, asking me to look silently.

My eyes scanned her body. She was covered in cuts and bruises. I couldn't help but notice that she had deep, purple hand indents on her hips, boobs and inner thighs. My stomach turned at the thought of it. I realised that I was staring at her hips entirely too long when my eyes met hers again. They were glossy and threatening to spill.

"My dad g-gets off on w-watching his only d-daughter get r-raped." She whispered, her voice breaking.

I stood up as fast as I possibly could without scaring her, and hugged her as tight as I could without hurting her. She burst out into tears and dug her head into my chest. I couldn't help but release a few tears myself as she broke down on my arms.

We stood there for about 20 minutes until she has calmed down and released herself from my grip. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. I watched as she tightened her skin and prodded at the bruises, in turn making her hiss.

She lowered her pant line that rested high on her hip just enough to see dried out and bloody crescent indents that seemed to go quite deep. She let out a sob as she choked on her own saliva looking at her reflection.

I walked out of the bathroom and into my main room. I grabbed something from my drawer and walked back into the bathroom to see her with her hoodie on and doing her jeans back up. In silence I walked over to her, moved her arms away and started undoing her jeans again. I pulled them down her legs, making sure it wasn't to hard as to hurt her or to bring her underwear down with it. I removed them entirely from her body and replaced them with a pair of my sweatpants I had got from the drawer. I pulled them up her legs and tied them off when they wouldn't go any higher so they didn't fall right off her hips.

"There we go, I thought the sweatpants would be comfier than those tight ass jeans." I said as she picked them up and made her way to her bag, putting them in there.

"I would argue that they are joggers, but thank you." She flopped back onto my bed staring at the ceiling.

"Fucking what? Joggers? What the fuck are joggers? They are sweatpants." I reply laying next to her.

"That's just what they are called in England. We call them joggers, I don't know why but it makes sense." She explained now fiddling with the rings that reside on my right hand. I chuckled at how mesmerised she looked. "I don't want to put your mum in a position of danger. And if she gets involved she will definitely be in one." She said now looking into my eyes. I sighed.

"Talk to me about it." I said bringing my arm around her, causing her to turn around and lay her head on my chest with her hand on my stomach.

"About what specifically?" She asked now tracing shapes on my abs.

"Well, if it isn't too much to ask, what happened to your mom?" I asked. She sighed and moved a little on top of me before she fell silent again. I didn't think she would answer until...