Jax [uncomplete/not finishing]

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Just as I zipped up my suitcase, the doorbell rang.

I'm assuming my father or mother let whoever was at the door in as I hear faint voices appear in the hallways not too far from my bedroom. My anxiety is to the max when I hear my fathers footsteps right outside my door.

Then, he let himself in, as always.

"Daughter, this is Jax," my father smiled. But in his eyes I could tell he was scared shitless of Jax. Who wouldn't be?

"Right, pardon my ignorance." I say I nod my head in his direction. His eyebrows furrowed together and then his facial expression turned into a glare.

Well jeez, wouldn't wanna meet him in a dark alley at night.

"Shouldn't you have knocked on her door before entering?" Jax asked my father. I almost wanted to laugh, but I knew my place.

If the guest didn't ask or motion to you, you are to do nothing. just simply stand there and don't make me look like a fool.

I was only 4 when we had that conversation.

"She doesn't deserve privacy," My father laughed, expecting Jax to laugh along, but he didn't. Instead his glare turned into ice.

"What is your name?" Jax turned his eyes to me, I looked into his eyes and it was only just then did I take in his appearance. He was wearing black suit pants and a black button up, his hair was fluffy but neatly tamed, his jawline sharp.

"Lyla," I said after a few minutes. He nods his head and turns toward his bodyguard, telling him to grab my belongings. I stay silent the whole time, just staring between my father, Jax and the room I used to call my safe place.

I remember when times were simpler, when I was able to walk the streets without having to worry about being abducted or hurt by rival mafias.

It was so peaceful.. relaxing.

Except for when my parents would argue, I would lock myself in my room and hug my pillow, I seek comfort in doing that. I think back to the times when my father actually cared about his family, when he didn't abuse us. mentally or physically.

Oh how I wish we could just go back and freeze time.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when a strong arm wrapped around my waist. I looked up and made eye contact with Jax. He quickly pulled his eyes away from mine, like looking into my eyes burned him in some way.

"Goodbye Mr. Hendrix. I'll be sending you a card soon and a contract." My father just nodded his head and watched as I man I didn't know practically forced me out of my childhood home. We made it to a car, it was fully black with tinted windows so dark you wouldn't be able to see them at midnight. Jax's hand went to reach for the door handle but stopped when he saw me flinch backwards a little.

His eyebrows raise up, confirming he was asking, without words, what that was about. I shake my head and let out a sigh, "It was nothing, I just suddenly got cold." I said with a shrug, trying my absolute hardest to make it sound believable.

"I'm going to open the door now." Jax stated with some kind of anger in his voice. I just nodded my head and got in the car when he told me to.

I muttered a quiet 'thank you' before he got in the car and ordered the driver to start driving.

My eyelids are starting to get heavy. I couldn't really sleep last night with my back. I turn towards the window, trying my hardest to keep my eyelids from falling and sending me into a deep slumber.

"You can sleep," Jax's voice rang through my ears.

"I'm not tired." I lied. His face turned to me and for the slightest second I thought I saw him smirk, "You can barely keep your eyelids open, Lyla. Go to sleep."

I sigh and give up, I rest my head on the cold window and in less than a few minutes I feel myself drift off to sleep