Gone

Chapter 13

(Jess' POV)
I wake up on a stiff mattress my back, feet, and arms sour. I sit up rubbing my temples.

"You woke up." My ex-father said coming out of the shadows instantly getting my attention. I tense up.

"Wow. You can see. Good for you." I grit crossing my arms making my face emotionless. I look down for a second instantly notice the different clothes I had on. Where. Are. My. Clothes.

"Who the hell changed me." I said sharply balling up my fists. I felt angry. My own privacy has been violated not just once but twice.

"A maid." He said daring to look back at me trying to get into a more socially dominant position. I could see the hurt but the bastard needs no sympathy from anyone or anything for that matter.

I get up from the bed whipping off the sheets not really caring that I'm wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. I walk up to him as if challenging him for dominance. I glare at him knowing that it feels like I'm drilling dark deep holes into his horrid hollow heart. He remained as silent as a stone. He was almost choking on tension until a young blonde boy opened the door looking about to be three maybe four. What is this madness.

"Papie?" He said look at my ex-father.  My eyes looked straight at him hardening. I see the weak brat squirm back instantly becoming extremely uncomfortable with my glare. The bastard f*cked another woman and created another bloody child. My blood went to absolute hot I felt ready to burst. I'm going to kill this dirty bastard. 

"YOU." I say lowering my mezzo alto voice to the deepest pitch I could create.

"MOTHERF*CKING."

"BASTARD." I scream everything turning into a red blur. As I regain my vision I look straight at my 'father'. My 'father' turns blue holding the pup.

"Je-ss-s." He stutters out. I can't take it anymore I lunge at him. The pup screams I push it away keeping my hand on the bastard's throat. I can see the blood rush out of his face and slowly tint into a dark blue. It feels right like I was meant to do this. The child still screams I can slightly hear yelling. I still focus on the bastard. I can see his eyes pledging me to let go. This only makes my grip tighter. I feel something sting my neck. At first it barley feels like anything like a bee sting but slowly it sucks me in. A black curtain falls over me yet again.

---------Two days later-------

I wake up again but I was roped to a hospital bed I try to squirm. I observe my surrounding I was in a hospital room. The rope began to sting my guess in that it was laced or twisted in with some silver. I grunt. I close my eyes remembering the old crab like eyes of the bastard.

"Jess?" A familiar soft welcoming voice says. I open my eyes then instantly widen.

Daniella?! My mouth fails to create a word. I felt a rush of emotions. Happiness, fear, sadness, disbelief, confusion, and the most, anger. My pure blood sister is alive and well?