Thick as Thieves | j.b. a.g.

Chapter Eleven

-Kayla's P.O.V.-

I laid beside Jason, his well muscled arms around me. I missed his soft, protective touch upon my pale skin. I know me carrying Alexander's baby hurts Jason. He truly loved me and I loved him just the same.

His tattoo covered hands, except for the palms, stroked my body softly. I tried not to jerk from the memories of Alexander's cruel ways. But Jason knew his memory haunted me. 

"Jason?" I mumbled into his chest as I traced his tattoos with my delicate finger.

"Hmm?" Jason mumbled, half asleep. 

I gazed up at him.

"Please don't ever leave me again." I whispered. 

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I promise."

♛

"Jason!" I called from upstairs in our room. 

I am about four months pregnant now and my stomach showed it. Jason has been working a lot and preparing for the baby to come. Was I nervous that he would neglect the baby because it wasn't his? Yes. But I have to trust the words that Jason have been saying to me these past couple months. 

"I will love this baby no matter what." 

I know Jason. Well, as much as he would like me to know. He will always have walls that I can never break through and in ways I'll always have walls, too. Every night is another nightmare of Alexander. I wake up screaming and sobbing is a daily routine around here. The night terrors are more intense and gruesome. They just will not end.

Jason came up the stairs and into our bedroom. The smell of cigarettes lingered around him.

"What, babe? I was in the middle of a meeting." He groaned. 

I knew that was a lie because there was too much drunk laughter and yelling for a meeting.

"Bullshit. You're playing poker!" I spat.

Jason raised an eyebrow, but I didn't care. I have a very low tolerance for his stupidity since I'm pregnant and I will not be afraid to swing. 

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Jason chuckled scornfully.

"Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean I will not punish you. I've done nothing but work my ass off these past two months to make sure you're comfortable and to hide from the police since they are still after me. You could be at least a little bit grateful!" 

"I am grateful, Jason! I'm very grateful for your assistance, but I'm pregnant and I have night terrors every night. It's not my fault!" 

"There's options, you know?" 

I was taken back by his response. Did he really just say that to me? 

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" 

"You could've got an abortion! I'm fucking working hard to make everything alright for a baby that's not even mine!"

"Then why are you doing it, Jason? You could let me go." 

My voice turned weak as I spoke those words. I was scared of his response. His orbs were pitch black and his hands into fist. 

"I do it because I love you, Kayla. I don't want you to go through anymore lost, but it's not good enough. It's never good enough."

He looked me dead in the eyes. Through the thick darkness, I saw hurt as he stormed downstairs and demanded for everyone to leave. I decided to follow him, but by the time I could wobble down the stairs with my big belly, he was already out the door.