Special Smile // Jadon Sancho

Chapter 39

Song for this chapter: waves - dean lewis
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"Wh.. what are you doing here?" I stuttered. My fear was obvious. "Do you really think a no contact ban would stop me from looking for you? It's just a piece of paper. Fucking bitch!" he yelled angrily and yet he looked at me like he was about to kiss me. I winced at every word he said. I pulled out my cell phone to call Jadon. I managed to unlock it, but I was shaking so much that it fell out of my hand. Fuck!

He was so close now that I could feel his breath on my face. I looked around desperately, but no dying soul was there. No one. Absolute emptiness. He grabbed a hand with a flourish, then braked in front of my face to wipe away a tear. He was shaking too, but with anger. "Please... please just leave me alone.. I didn't do anything to you Dave," I stuttered on. He started to laugh. It sounded devilish. „You? Done nothing? Sweetheart, you don't even look at me. You only have eyes for your wannabe football player who can't do ANYTHING! He kissed someone else and you go back to him! I would never treat you like that," he switched from yelling to breathing.

I've never been so scared in my life. I was disgusted. How did he know what happened back then? Was he following me all the time? "You disgust me! Jadon is right, you're sick!" I defended myself and raised my voice. This probably touched a sore spot with him.

"JADON. JADON. IT'S ALWAYS JADON. I CAN'T HEAR THAT NAME ANYMORE!!" he yelled at me so loud he spat at me. His hands grabbed my upper arms and he shook me. I panicked and tried to free myself from the grip. But I had no chance. A wave of panic and fear came over me. I wished so badly that Jadon would come now. That someone would hear me. Thousands of tears streamed down my face and my sobs and crying grew louder and more desperate. I tried in vain again and again to get out of your grip.

He laughed again. Then he pushed me backwards with full force and I landed halfway on a boardwalk. "You dirty piece of nothing! You belong to ME. Ever since we met!!" he yelled at me over and over again and kicked me. I rolled myself to be as small as possible. But then he pulled me back up. Then he went completely nuts. He didn't scream anymore, he didn't say anything anymore, he just hit me, he kicked, punched me in the face, in the stomach, in the ribs, over and over.

I closed my eyes and kept repeating to myself: I can do this. Brittan, you can do this. Someone will help you. You can do it.

Memories came to my mind automatically. The best of my life... when I met Jadon for the first time, how I got to know Louise, the first kiss with Jadon, holidays with my father and brother, my graduation, birthday, the last evening... but there were also bad memories : when my mother died, for example, when we were moving or when I had a fight with Jadon. It was like a recap of my life. My whole body ached and each tear stung as it hit a wound.

But at some point... the pain stopped. I didn't feel anything anymore. My body was numb. The impacts and kicks felt dull. I could only see blurry. In between I heard how he insulted me or Jadon.

But then. I saw someone from afar! Or am I already hallucinating? I wanted to scream, which was completely ridiculous because no sound came out. Nothing moved with me. But I was sure: there was a person running towards us. No, two! I smiled slightly, a tear slipping from my swollen eye into a wound. Suddenly I heard nothing. Just a beep. When I saw a woman running towards me and a man already holding Dave, I knew I could let go. I could relax. Close my eyes and let go.

My eyes closed automatically and all I heard muffled through the beeping was a mixture of angry insults from Dave and a soft, "It's okay. You are safe. We called the poli-"

Few hours later

I opened my eyes. But I saw nothing. I tried, but I could feel how swollen they were. I sobbed. And gave up.