Forbidden (#1)✔️

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Huge thanks to my gurl Bon, you know why. x

Anyways I apologise for leaving the last chapter on a cliff hanger but you, know here I am fixing it!

-A BIT GORY- hehe.

toodles. x

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JAXON'S POV

I decided the next day after I went training, that I would come and talk to Blaire and ask her why she wanted to leave.

I never got that opportunity...

Fuckin motherfucker. 

I walked into my room to Blaire knocked out on the bed and my father on top of her. What the fuck? 

Why is he here? What does he want? Who was he looking for?

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" I roared. 

I walked over to the bed and launched Xander off Blaire. He put up a fight but he wasn't as strong as me and I am seriously filled with rage for this man.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING FATHER." I yelled at him when he hit the floor on the other side of the bed.

I walked over to him, completely forgetting Blaire on the bed, I don't know if she's fuckin dead. My father is an animal so who the fuck knows what he has done.

I gripped him tightly by the collar of his dusty shirt, not enough to choke but enough for the buttons to slightly dig in.

I punch him in his bull nose repeatedly, that'll show him not to fuck with what's mine. 

I release my grip on his collar and pounded his head into the carpet multiple times until blood spewed everywhere, staining it.

How dare he touch what I own. 

When I have rage building up all the time inside me, it needs a release and today that was my fuckin father.

What has my life come to?

"DON'T EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN!" I spit on his bloody face. 

When he doesn't reply I become more annoyed and my heart tells me to punch him again so...

I do. Right on his now broken nose again.

"DO YOU HEAR ME!" I yelled ferociously. 

When I don't get a reply again, I check for a pulse. He's not dead..yet but he is unconscious 

I leave him there dripping blood all over on the floor and head over to Blaire. She is still unconscious but breathing at least. 

So my heart slowly stops racing at the thought she was dead...because she's not.

Thank god.

I kind of regret leaving things how we did. I shouldn't be pissed at her for wanting to leave this shit house and my father who now apparently sexually assaults women. Cunt.

Man she is just in her bra and sweats. I feel like I shouldn't look but, she is fuckin hot.

Not the time Jax.

She has bruises on her face, probably where my father hit her. Again. She looks weak and so vulnerable.

Without even hesitating, I pull my hoodie off me and slip it on over her limp body. I then took her under the covers so she is covered from any eyes, like my fathers when he awakes.