Safe [punk l.t.]

Chapter 35

Louis' P.O.V

I was returning from the grocery store, arms packed with bags as I came quickly upon the house. It was dark by now but I still couldn't take any chances. As the house came into focus I noticed something was off. I bolted up the front stairs, not caring if the neighbors would see me, and jiggled the key shakily into the lock.

"Well if it isn't prince charming?" Dawson snickered from across the room.

"Dawson? What are you doing here?" I growled.

"I was looking for 'ye father, he was 'spossed to have some meds for me. Instead I found me a lass."

Jess. That filthy old wanker. What did he do to her? Of course he was here for drugs but now he wanted something more valuable.

"Where is she?" I pushed.

"Down in the torture device," he said cooly. "Can't trust the lass lettin' the cat out the bag, eh?"

Anger bubbled deep within me, spewing over like lava from a volcano until I erupted with rage. I lunged at him, pulling the pocket knife out of my trousers. Before I could reach him I felt a sudden blow to my stomach.

Heaving, I swung my arm, only to have it roughly grabbed by Dawson.

"Now boy, I thought your pop taught you better," he scolded and grinned wickidly.

He chuckled and I took the chance to bring the arm that was previously clutching my stomach up to hook him in the eye. He stumbled back and hit the dining room table. I teetered over and raised the knife to his throat, teasing the blade against his skin.

"Dawson I swear to God I never want to see your face in this house, this town ever again. And if I do I swear I will kill you if you ever get near Jess and I again."

He scoffed and licked his crooked teeth.

"Do you understand?!" I spat.

He flinched. Gagging, I let him go. As he fled from the house I ran down the stairs, turning the corner to the all familiar device before me. My heart shattering upon seeing Jess tied up in chains. Breathing shallow, I approached her sleeping figure. I coddled her face and let out a rattling sob.

What am I doing? I never cry.

What happened to Jess was the final blow. All the memories from my childhood and now this? It was a neverending flood of emotions. But right now, my emotions would have to wait. Jess needed me. And I needed her.

"I'm going to get you out of this okay baby, I promise..." I spoke softly unsure if she would hear me or not.

As I worked on breaking the chains and prying at the various latches soft breaths escaped her lips. Small "Lou"s and "help"s were chanted in her slumber. I was overriden with guilt. All I had done was get her into trouble. I was bad for her, a drug. She was addicted to me.

When she was finally freed, I carried her upstairs into my room, laying her on the bed with her head propped up. I hovered over her until I decided to lay down beside her and fully inspect her. She was burning up, almost as if she was having a nightmare. I quickly wet a washcloth and returned to her side, placing it on her forehead. I held her hand admiring her distressed features. She shook and took small gasps of air only to release a silent scream.

Jess' P.O.V

Why can't I run? God help me, why can't I run?

"Shh baby doll this won't hurt none," he whispered.

"Please d-don't..." I choked out in sobs.

He held me as he slowly grabbed my thighs, pulling them apart. He hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties to the side.

This was it. He was going to rape me.

He flipped me over and stared intensely into my eyes. Lust deep within the dirty brown flecks. His dark eyebrows furrowed at my fear as he reached out a pudgy finger to wipe my tears.

"Please don't do this," I silently pleaded once more.

He chuckled before he spoke.

"Oh I will. And you'll like it, babe."

I watched in terror as his face transformed into the one of the breathtaking fallen angel I had grown to adore.

Louis.