My bloody Valentine

Chapter 3

*JACKY POV*

       I screamed as he pulled on my hair and threw me to the ground.  "s...st...stop!" I stuttered out as he drunkenly kicks me in the side as I tried to squirm away.  "you deserve all of this.." He slurred and stumbled away, leaving me crying in the corner. I watched him walk into his bedroom, stumbling into walls on his way, before I shakenly walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. Was he right? Did I really deserve all this? Yeah, he probably was. I sighed, and tried to keep my crying to a minimum.  I crouched against the door letting my tears flow down my cheeks.  I fell asleep slumped against my door.

        I woke up in the morning and snuck down stairs.  My dad snatched me by my hair making me jump. "D-dad... Can.. We.. Do t— his later? I- I have t- to be s-some where soon." I stumbled over my words. I'm so scared, you don't even know.

He smirks. "It'll be worse later, you know that right?" 

I nodded and he nodded back then pushed me. I tried to catch my balance before I fell, but then I tripped over the coffee table, and I landed on a couple of beer bottles. I slowly stood up then realized that my white jeans has some blood seeping through 

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my wrist was bleeding again. Ahh, that feeling. I smiled slightly then rushed up to my bathroom. I don't have much time. I tied my hair up in a bun and made sure my bruises on my face weren't visible. I changed into some different white skinny jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt. I ran to my closet and grabbed my well known box. I sliced my wrist. #1 for the bitch Samantha #2 my dad. #3 for bringing Sherlock into my shit. #4 for my mom. And then I cleaned my self up before running to the park.  ( is over btw) 

I just barely made it to the park when someone's large hand covered my mouth and dragged me behind a tree. I attempted to scream and get away but I failed. I closed my eyes before even looking at the person.

" I'm much bigger than you bitch, stop trying to get away" a familiar voice said. My eyes shot open and my breathing got caught in my throat.

" Brad?!" I said and I felt like crying.

Brad is my ex boyfriend, he was abusive in all kinds of ways. He was the one that ruined my life. He killed my sister! He is the reason everyone picks on me! All him! Wait... He's supposed to be in fucking jail! 

" Brad, you're supposed to be in jail!"

" And I'm out now, I have some buddies. And I've come to collect you baby" he says giving me a smile"Brad, you escaped didn't you?" I Whispered. I knew he did. He murdered someone! 

" doesn't matter, we need to go. Now" he said angrily and gripped my arm tighter. I kicked him in the knee as hard as I could and he toppled to the ground. I ran as fast as I could. Before I knew it I was being knocked into a larger frame.

" WHAT THE HELL JACKY! I've-" Sherlock started but I rushed my hand over his mouth. I was breathing fast and my hair that had once been in a bun was now making its way all over my face.

" Sherlock, you have to be quiet! Please!" I pleaded.

He nodded.

" we have to get out of hear" I said as soon as I heard grunting.

"Sherlock come on please!" I cried as I tried to push him with me but he stood still watching my face. I looked behind me and noticed Brad walking toward me and Sherlock. 

"Sherlock, I'm going now. I ain't going to jail!" I said as I tried to run for it someone wrapped their arms around my middle and pulled me to their chest. I tensed and started to shake. I just wanted to work on the project! 

" guess who baby doll?" Brad whispered nastily in my ear. He started to pull me back with him, me trying to struggle out, but soon I was lying on my back on the ground and I heard a fight going on. What? I looked to see Sherlock and Brad fighting. Aww shit. They both can fight. I ran over to them.

" stop! Both if you stop!" I yelled, they both looked at me for a split second before fighting again. I sighed angrily before stepping inbetween the two. I took a few slaps before they realized that they were hitting me instead of each other.

" I suggest you stop before I beat both of ya'lls asses" I said. I'm so pissed right now.

" both of you leave me the fuck alone. Sherlock, I'm sorry and Brad, I know your in town. I'm calling the damn cops"

Sherlock just nodded his head but didn't leave.

Brad smirked once again, " baby, I'm a criminal, you can't do shit to what I can" he says, and pulls out a gun.

" I won't kill you. Or both of you. On one condition" he says pointing it at me. I shrugged.

" death doesn't really phase me anymore" I said, because its true. I've been waiting for this for a long time now.

" alright. Sherlock." He says now turning his attention to Sherlock.

" bullshit. I ain't doing nothing" Sherlock states. Brad shakes his head.

"Wrong answer" I sat there frozen. Surely he wouldn't kill Sherlock right? I mean, I'm the one he should kill, not him. I stared at Brads gun, I could just grab it out if his hands.

" I'm going to give you two options. And you're going too choose" 

I heard Brad say. Then an idea hit me. God I'm so dumb! I started to walk away slowly, keeping eye contact with Sherlock's angry eyes. As soon as I got far away, I pulled out my phone and called the cops. I started crying when 5 minutes later I heard sirens.

" what the fuck!" I heard Brad growl. I emerged from the tree but that was probably one of the worst things I could have done. I ran right into Brad. He hit me in the eye with the gun and I screamed out. It hurt like fuck! Then I realized he didn't hit my eye but my eyebrow, making it gush blood. A few minutes later, I was once again on the floor. The police came and shouted stuff, then I heard a gun shot, a lump fall to the ground and then Sherlock and the ambulance was with me.

" your gonna be okay" I heard a female voice, but I could care less. I was so ready to die, I could laugh.

I'm going to be dealing with worse later! God please please just kill me now. I soon realize that people were prying open my shirt and helping my eyebrow.