P S Y C H E

Chapter Twenty Five

Jaeden

She continued crying and eventually slid her back up against the wall, crying some more. I just bite my bottom lip and then sit next to her. 
"What the hell are you doing, babygirl?"
She then came into my arms and I held her as she continued to cry.
"I just want out."
"What do you mean?"

She looked me dead in my eyes. "I want out of this house. I can't take it anymore. I want to be free. I need to be free. Please Jaeden, please help me. I'll do anything just get me out before I kill myself or kill him. Please."

I looked at her and could hear the emotion in her voice.
She wanted help and she wanted out. She needed it.
She didn't want to suffer anymore. This house. These memories. Everything was there.

It was as if she was breathing in her trauma and it getting sucked into her throat while still making sure everyone else was okay in her life. She paused her entire life in this moment and doing what she thought was best for the people around her. She thought I was best for her.

She truly was the ultimate actress.
She acted so tough and had the deminor that attracted myself to her. She was strong independent.

However, the girl I was holding in my arms was everything but that. It was like a seven year old girl asking her parents for help. For attention. For someone to notice her. I was seeing her. I saw her for her in this exact moment.
She didn't deserve that. At all.

"Mia-" I started.
"Please Jaeden.. Please."
I take ina breath. "Pack everything you need." I said. "Today's the day I'm getting you the fuck out of here."