Jax [uncomplete/not finishing]

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My heart was pounding, my breathing was heavy.

I made my footsteps louder, more appearing, as I reached my fathers office.

Everything could either go well, or go completely wrong. The answer is behind this door, and i'm absolutely terrified.

As I placed my hand on my father's door handle I could smell the stench of cigars and alcohol.

As soon as the door opened my fathers head turned to me, "Lyla darling.'' My father greeted me.

"Father." I say and continue to stand still. I did my best not to let my fear show, if I didn't, I don't know what he would do to me. "Why are you still standing? We have something to discuss. take a seat." He said, motioning for me to sit in one of the chairs. I took a silent deep breath and began walking.

Every bone in my body was telling me to say I was busy or something had come up with one of my brothers, but if I did I would eventually have to come back. I couldn't hide from my father.

He is too powerful.

"You must be familiar with the Andersons." My father spoke properly and loudly. "Yes father, I do."

"Good. I sold you." He stated heartlessly. My eyes widened and my heart began to beat rapidly.

He sold me?

"S..sold me?" I stuttered out, shock and fear evident in my voice.

"Do I have to repeat myself? I sold you to the Anderson mafia, they are coming in a few hours to collect you. You will most likely be marrying their eldest son Jaxon," My father replied with a low glare on his face.

what kind of father could do such a thing to their daughter.. Yet again we are talking about the leader of the Hendrix mafia...

"I don't understand-," before I could finish my sentence my fathers hand collided with my cheek. I let out a soft whimper of pain, "You don't understand? Let me explain it to you."

"no, please father," I put my arms up to block his hits on my face.

"You are ungrateful." He pushed me back from my chair, causing me to fall backwards. my head crashing onto the carpet that covered the hardwood floor. I hear his chair scrap against the carpet, my eyes close out of instinct and I could feel his presence close to me.

"You are a disgrace to this family," he started again, this time kicking me in the ribs. I let out a sob, his hand was quick to make its way around my neck, "don't you dare make a sound, and don't you dare tell anyone about this." He scolded angrily.

I nodded my head frantically, my oxygen slowly running out. He let the grip on my neck go and for the last time he kicked me, this time hitting my back. I whimper again, he looks down on me.

I can see slight guilt build in his eyes, but not enough because he walks out of his office.

Just as i'm about to get up the door opens again, "And cover those marks." He said, the glare on his face still apparent, before closing the door.

I hung my head low as I walked out of his office, I could see the concern shine on my mothers face. She doesn't stop him.

She never has.

Maybe him selling me was a good thing...