forbidden fruit//a.aretas

~Chapter 15~

Jasmine's pov

"Jasmine this is yo house. Not Dorn's." Marcus says stating the obvious. It was early in the morning at this point, and we'd been walking and running for ages it felt like.

"Yeah...I thought I told y'all we were stopping by." I replied typing my code in the door. It unlocked as if in slow motion. When the door swung open, blood was everywhere.

"What the fuck..." I mumbled. I bit my lip nervously. Where were my pups. I lifted a floorboard and took out a loaded AR.

"What the hell happened here?" Mike spoke out loud. Voicing all of our thoughts. I walked in a bit deeper and noticed broken glass everywhere, and furniture misplaced. I let out a shrill whistle. Our call.

As if automatically, the sound of claws clicking on the floor was heard. I felt Armando shuffle his feet a little bit closer to everyone. Just as Diggs and Princess round the corner. I lower the gun and let out a sigh of relief. My babies come to greet me. Just as happy as me. But my mood quickly spoils when I don't see Kwazii round the corner after a minute. I slowly stand raising my gun again.

"Jas what is it?" Armando says worriedly. I feel my heart in my ears. Kwazii was family. He needs to be okay.

"Kwazii." I whisper. My voice shook despite my efforts and everyone went silent. I hear Diggs let out a whine, nudging my legs. I click my tongue and my dogs start leading me through my house. I keep my gun raised. We pass about 5 bodies as I begin to hear hoarse pants and a low whine. I round the hallway corner and see Kwazii lying on the ground. A small pool of blood around him. I feel my chest constrict at the sight. I freeze, as if my body didn't will me to move closer.

"Shit." Marcus whispers. But then I hear it. Some rustling. Coming from the hallway bathroom a little further down the hall. A trail of blood followed. My eyes darkened and my expression hardened into one I hadn't exhibited in a long time. I hastily make my way towards the bathroom and hear slight groans and water running inside.

"Jas wai-"

I kick my foot into the door and spot a man in black, washing blood down the drain. I don't pause and shoot him in both thighs. The man screams out in pain, dropping to the bathroom floor. The tile becoming slick with blood. I hear Diggs snarling behind me and I know he's the one who did this to Kwazii. I feel a hand touch my shoulder and I slightly flinch. It's Mike. He gives me a concerned and questioning look.

"Search the rest of the house." I reply. My voice blank as my expression. I put the gun in his hand and grab the mysterious man by his collar and drag him out in the hall. Diggs latches onto his leg, locking his jaw. Shaking it every 30 seconds. The man screams and cries in pain. Looking at me in utter terror. And I can't but find myself smiling a little.

"Why the long face?" I ask, my voice dripping in venom. The man vigorously shakes his head as I lower next to him in a crouch. I pull a knife out my boot and look at it, showing it to the shaking man tauntingly. I can feel my 3 comrades gazes on me, but unusually I can't find myself keeping my darker thoughts within. Diggs continues keeping a firm hold on the man. Keeping the feeling of pain, excruciatingly constant for the man.

I then place my knife on the man's chest. And the blade almost instantly draws blood. It fuels the dark fire within me. Fueling my anger and need to see this man suffer. The man cries even harder and begins to plead.

"Please. My family needs me. It was him. His orders." He begs between ragged breaths. I grin maliciously as I begin to filet the man via his sternum. His howls are like music to my ears. But I pause.

"Who." I whisper. The blood from the man beginning to stain my hands red. I draw my fingers across the blade waiting patiently. The man wails. Continuing to cry and gasp for breath. It was starting to annoy me. This was disappointing. I shove my blade into his hip. He was taking advantage of my kindness. I was being generous giving him time.

"Matías. It was Matías. He said he wants his queen back." The man sobs. I felt myself pause. My heart pounding in my ears. That name. One of the the ones I dreaded hearing. Almost more than my father's. It was a curse and I felt the sting of the man's words. Even though it was I clutching the knife. I found myself laughing. It started as light giggles. But I soon couldn't stop myself from laughing hysterically. The man's loud sobs morphing with my laughter. But it's like a switch clicked, and I begun to cry. As if it finally came over me. And in a flash...I began stabbing the man, repeatedly. Even after his screams faded I was still moving the knife into his butchered stomach.

But I felt something pull me back and the knife paused mid air as I turned to see Armando. Staring at me. I knew there was blood splattered on my face. On my clothes. My hands. But I dropped the knife as I looked into his eyes. They didn't show fear. Disgust. Anger. Repulsion. Or guardedness. But they reflected concern, love, and protectiveness. I only began to cry more at this as I lunged at him. Hugging him impossibly tight. He hugged me back with the same intensity and soothed me. He whispered softly and reassuringly. Calming me. He pulled away slightly to look at me. Smoothing a hand over my messy hair.

"Hey. Your ok. But we think Kwazii might be able to make it." He mumbled to me. I felt as if he spoke words directly from the lord. I detached myself from him and I strided towards Kwazii's panting form. I got a closer look to see a knife embedded in his back leg. I quickly made a trip to the bathroom. Returning with gauze, alcohol, stitches , ointment and wrap. I rubbed Kwazii's ears calming him as I yanked the knife out his leg. He yelped loudly but I continued to work. I quickly doused the wound in alcohol and I swiftly got to work on stitches. I worked wordlessly, avoiding the 3 men's gazes as they stared at me in silence. Kwazii and my other two dogs' whines were the only sounds.

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I finish, wrapping Kwazii's leg in gauze and wrap. And let out a sigh of relief as Kwazii calmed, licking my bloody palm. I felt myself now hyper aware of the stares I was getting. None of them have seen me act like that. And I wanted to be that way forever. It showed glimpses of past me that I wished to forget. I was afraid. What if they-

I felt 2 sets of arms wrap around me. Mike and Marcus. The dad figures I always longed and craved for. They were hugging me. Even after seeing that side of me.

"Don't get in that damn head of yours lil B. We right here." Marcus mumbles, holding me to his chest. I hugged them both back eagerly. They accepted me. Even after what they'd seen. It seemed as if everyone always left when those things happened. They thought I was a monster. Some devil spawn. In which I half-heartedly believed I was. But they were here. Embracing me. Giving me reassuring words. Like family.

"Yea Jas. You can't get rid of us that easily." Mike said causing me to let out an airy laugh. A real one. These were my people and I vowed to protect them with my life. We disconnected, and I wiped the tears pooling in my eyes. I knew that I could tell them now. They were important to me. They deserved to know.

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I gave Kwazii, Diggs, and Princess some food in the fridge and returned to the couch where Armando, Mike and Marcus sat. I took a seat next to Armando, who caressed my hand, squeezing it in support.

" I'm ready to tell you guys about my past."

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finally learning her back storyyyy