Chapter 13
The door swings open, and Brandon steps in. The door at the left side also opens, Jude walks out of there with a big black poly bag.
“Any news?” Jaxton asks, stepping down from the flight of stairs.
“Yeah. Uhm… big daddy will be arriving here tomorrow night.” he stops and looks at me. He directs for the guys to follow him upstairs. “Can we not have this convo here?” Killian gets up, Jaxton is already heading up and Jude is about to go up when Killian stops him.
“Man, you have a mess to clean up. I'm quite sure she's bloated up, that room is disgustingly smelling. Go clean that up, Brandon will feed you on the details later.”
Jude obeys and pivots to the room behind me. While the two others heads upstairs.
Only me sits down here and wonder what's going on, what they are up to, what they're planning on doing and who the hell is big daddy?.
All this thought keeps flooding my brain until the door behind me opens. Jude groans out exhausted, as he drags a big poly bag behind me, inside it is Xyelia dead body. A very terrible smell escapes from the room, causing my stomach to twist and I nearly puked out.
He drops the bag few feets away from me, he goes back to lock the door then, he comes back and pick the poly bag. Dragging it behind me till he exits the door. The terrible smell that escaped the room, polluting the air.
It's oozing.
“Christ. What's that smell?” Brandon says, as he and the boys steps down from the stairs. His hand is like a peg around his nose, pinning his nostrils tightly.
“It's Jude's handwork. He must have gone to dispose the body.” Jaxton says, as he wanders around the empty space of this room.
“Her body smells horrible, a bath would have helped.” he says it like she's still alive.
“Right. Do any of you want to tell our miss here what's going to happen to her, ‘sooner’?” he darts his around the boys and me. Nobody answers, so he took it upon himself to speak.
“I'll do it myself. Jazzlyn, you'll be moving out of here tomorrow night, big daddy will be coming over to get you and well… the rest is story. But just so you know, your paradise has come to an end and you'll be moving to hell.” he says ‘hell’ with so much enthusiasm. Sweat forms at the lining of my head, goosebumps runs all over my skin. My feet cold. My heart skipping beats and beating so loud, that I think it might explode. My throat runs dry immediately. Sour. My stomach tightens. My lungs tightens. It sends a slow shiver down my spine. It's like an invisible insect crawls on my skin. My face pale.
Brandon grins, once he sees what the effect of his words did to my body. He gets up and steps back to meet the other boys. The door swings open and Jude steps in.
“What did I miss?” he questions, seeing how silence the place is and how the three boys keep staring at me like a freak.
“We have a mission to carry out tonight.” Brandon tells him. His face turns into a frown, it seems he doesn't like doing this job. The three of them steps out, leaving only Jaxton with me.
Jaxton.
Oh gawd. The thought just sinks down in, reminding me of what nearly happened to me the last time it was only the two of us in the room.
“Let me free you. You need to take a bath.” he walks over to me and unlock the handcuff on my hand. He walks me over to ‘my’ room.
“I'll have to go prepare something for us to eat.” he tells me, when I'm about entering the room. “You'll have to take your bath real quick and meet me at the dinning room. And, don't try thinking of escaping.”
Of cause I have too. In a terrible timing like this.
“Or you might die for real this time.” he warns, and starts heading downstairs. I close the door behind me once I step inside. Nothing changed about the room, everything still looks the same—until my eyes lands at the spot a window used to be, the boys have closed it with planks. I step closer to the window and use my hands to see if I can shake it out or break it, but it won't budge.
I search for a dress to wear from the wardrobe and placed them on the bed, then I check myself in the mirror, just to see I've lost so much weight. My skin lacking nutrients, my face so pale that I resemble a vampire. There is a pimple on my left cheek.
I take my bath and start dressing when a loud knock on the door interrupts.
“Are you in there?”
“Yes, I'm almos—” the door opens and Jaxton steps in. My heart flying from my left chest and resting on my tongue.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I wrap my towel around my naked waist quickly. I frown. “I-i'm still—”
“Just came to make sure you didn't plan on escaping.”
Silence.
Jaxton stares deep at me, like he can see my nakedness through the clothe on my body and the towel wrapped around my waist. I can't hide the shades of pink that spreads around my cheeks in embarrassment.
“Jaxton, I want to dre—”
“It's not like we haven't seen your nakedness before. Just came to inform you dinner is ready.” he dashes out of the door and I can finally breathe back and reset my whole system.
We eat in silence. He made noodles with pasta, but this one taste good at least. I have to enjoy it before visiting the place they call ‘hell’. We hear a loud bang from the door, alongside with Killian's angry voice.
“You piece of shit, you nearly blew our cover!”
“I didn't do it okay, she was fast enough to escape!” Jude tried to defend himself, but his voice fails him.
“Calm down guys, we can solve this problem. It doesn't call for a fight.”
“It calls for a fight! Because the bastard here wasn't fast enough. He should have just called for our help and we'd gladly come to help. But no, he wanted to do it himself. Do you think will be saved if the cops gets to find out about us. Huh?”
“Killian, you've got to listen to him first.” Brandon says, calmly.
“Fuck explanation! Fuck you and him! I'm done with this bullshit you played out there.”
I look at Jaxton who moved his gaze too mine.
He smiles.
“That's how we live here sweetheart, like wild animals. Get use to it.”
Brandon runs upstairs to were we are eating, he stops, panting like he's run a marathon race.
“Jazzy, you've got to help me before Killian does something stupid again.”
“I have no right to intervene, as far as he knows what he's doing.” Jaxton continues his food.
“C'mon man, you've got to help me. I don't want to loos—” we hear three loud gun shots. “Fuck!” Brandon curses and runs back downstairs. While Jaxton on the other side doesn't look affected by any of the scene they've caused.
I bury my face back to my food. After this I'm going to pass out.
