Sitting up quickly I got out of bed shouting, "You're still fucking spying on me aren't you?!"
"What?" Jeordie asked, puzzled.
"Where's your phone? What've you told him?!" I screamed.
"I've not said anything!" Jeordie stood up, walking towards me.
I felt vulnerable. All I did to him was help him. And I was falling for him. He decieved me for the second time. Now Jordan's going to beat me up again. To think I was falling for him.
Closing my eyes I let out a breath slowly. "How else do you explain this?"
After a long pause, Jeordie looked towards the window. He couldn't really be there... could he?
Suddenly the french windows shattered and the glass spread across the floor. As the glass shattered my bedside light shone upon the man who ruined my life: Jordan.
My vulnerability lived on as I watched him step into the house with his steel-toe boots, perfect for kicking me in the gut. Throwing on Jeordies giant top which was left on the floor, I tried to look calm; I shuffled towards my dressing table turning on the hair curlers discretely.
"Well, well, well. Aren't you a little slut?" Jordan smirked, standing tall; his face calculating and pugnacious.
"I'm getting my life back." I stated, folding my arms. I wasn't going to stand down this time. I wasn't scared for my life, I was scared for Jeordie's.
"What life? I gave you life." Jordan threw his head back, laughing, and took a step towards me.
As Jordan imposed above me, keeping eye contact on me, I couldn't help but notice Jeordie putting on jeans, his shirt, then got something out his bag which I couldn't see.
"So now you're what? God?" Now it was my turn to laugh.
"Don't laugh at me." Jordans face changed quickly.
"Why? Are you going to hit me? If I scream my dad will come up here in ten seconds flat with a gun ready to shoot anyone who goes near me." I folded my arms. Total daddy's girl.
With direct eye contact, Jordan lifted a hand towards my face. Like a snake to a flute, I stayed completely still. Jordans hand stroked from my chin, along my jawline, to my ear. I was numb and helpless to Jordan's gentle touch.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." Jordan smiled slightly. "It's him I need to take care of."
Turning to Jeordie, I saw Jordan reach behind him into his back pocket. From the pocket, Jordan took out a flick knife. It was beautiful. Diamonds and sapphires were encrusted into the handle.
But beauty is deadly.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I grabbed my curling tongues and ran at Jordan, ripping the tongues out the wall. I pressed the tongues on Jordans side over his clothes, they burned through causing Jordan to howl in pain.
"You fucking bitch!" He shouted, turning around he slashed the shirt at my stomach. Blood seeped through the top but I wasn't cut deeply, just a scratch.
"Get the fuck away from her." Jeordie said, Jordan moved out the way for me to see the small, black pistol pointed towards Jordan.
"You wouldn't do that." Jordan smirked, putting his hand up in surrender.
"Man, you have no idea. Get the hell away from her!" Jeordie threatened.
Dropping the knife, Jordan admitted defeat. Followed by a gun, Jordan walked out the way he came.
Seconds later my dad burst into the room without his shotgun. It was too late.
"Jordan was here." I stated. "But you're too busy fucking your fianceè than to save your daughters life."
Dad tried to say something but there wasn't anything left to say. I wasn't his number one anymore. Ever since I was little, when I screamed my dad ran into my room with a shotgun to scare away the monsters. The monsters my mother let into the house.
Going into the bathroom I locked the door then took my top off to tend to the large slash across my stomach. It wasn't deep, luckily, but it still bled. I washed it, smothered it in anti-septic, then applied dressing.
Once I'd sorted the cut out, I unlocked the bathroom door and went into my room. I wasn't going to be sleeping in there then. With the window shattered, Jeordie and I took to the front room. Jeordie pulled out the sofa bed as I made hot chocolate.
Once cuddled up in pyjamas on the sofa, we watched The Hangover on the giant tv. Through the window wall, the sun was rising, but I felt wide awake.
Feeling Jeordies lips brush against my ear, he murmured, "You keep the monsters away."
It was sweet, like he was an innocent child. But lustful, like the hormonal teenager he is.
"You haven't met my monsters yet."
