Love Hurts but Heals

Chapter 8

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~ChansBae4Life

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Jordyn's POV

When my eyelids peel open again, I have no idea where I am. It's a very nice room, and surprisingly, it's not made of concrete or steel. I hear a refrigerator door shut harshly, and I instantly dart off the bed. My eyes bring me to see Ashton holding a bottle of moonshine.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty," he says, then takes a swig.

The word "beauty" makes me shudder.

"What do you want from me?!" I reply.

"Nothing. You should be thanking me because after Finnick knocked you out, they were going to beat you in front of Carl for manipulation. Same situation that happened with me pretty much."

"And why did you do that? Save me but not Carl?! Beat him in front of me for a punishment?! What kind of person does that?!"

"To answer your questions, beautiful," he smirks, and I shudder again, "Carl isn't as beautiful as you, so he had no use for me. And I didn't want to torture you. I had to do it because I have to do it to everyone that misbehaves. Understand?"

"How am I any use to you?"

He smirks, and I finally understand what he means. He's drunk also, so it doesn't make the situation any easier.

I stand there for a few seconds, and his eyes run up and down my body, and I choke down my cry for help.

I dart towards the door, but I'm not fast enough. He links his arms through mine behind me, and I bring my leg up and kick his feet and shins. He winces but still doesn't let go. (LET ME GO! LET ME GO! CANT STAND U ANYMORE!) He throws me to the ground harshly, and smudges of black surround the ends of my vision.

He picks me up by my collar. "You're just making it harder on yourself. I always get what I want , and that's you."

I decide to give in. The quicker this is over with, the better.

Then I hear a door swing open.

Something or someone comes in and tackles the weight off of me, and my body slides off the foot of the bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, and from lack of strength, I fall asleep.

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When I wake, the first thing I hear is the heart monitor beeping. It reminds me of when I woke up to see Greg after my thigh was cut to shreds. What happened?

The doctor comes in shortly afterwards.

"Hello, Ms. Samuels. I'm Dr. Yuerto, and I have some bad news. From you being knocked unconscious so many times, continuously, it has altered you're brain; so much in fact that you have lost a year's worth of memory."

I can't do anything but stare at the wall, doing the best I can to keep my sobs inside me.

"There is a man in the lobby who claims he knows you, but I'd rather wait to see if you remember him before I say anything."

I nod, still not meeting his eyes.

"We've scanned his ID and confirmed that he is qualified to take you out of our custody. Also, while we were inspecting you, we found out that you are pregnant with a beautiful baby boy, but the man downstairs is not the father. We DNA tested him as well. So if you have any idea or instinct on who the father is, contact us immediately."

I nod again.

He guides me downstairs to a handsome blondie.

"Remember me?" he asks as he approaches me.

I shake my head.

"I'm Ashton Bayse. . . your boyfriend."