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Rose's OOV
I think I still have feelings for Sam. I'm not going to lie, I don't think they ever went away. But I am not in the position emotionally or physically to enforce those feelings, at least not until I have taken care of the entire Jack situation.
I get up to take a quick shower before the boys get back. Jack would be at work by now so they would be ok. I take off my shirt with both arms, feeling the cold air rush toward my newly exposed flesh. I slip off my pants and dark thong in a slow movement. I un clip my bra and stand let the air surround me. As I wait for the hot water to heat up, I realize I don't know where anything is.
I can't really call either of them because my phone was in the bedroom and I don't feel comfortable walking around while not knowing when they are going to be back.
I start going through the cabinets to find a towel. I found them under the sink? Why? Anyway, the rest of the stuff that I needed was already in the shower so, I was all good.
I wince when I step in. The water stinging every open wound I have. It stops by the time I adjust the water though. I relax a bit and scrub some shampoo in my hair until it is extremely sudsy. I rinse and wash my body with a rag I found under the sink. Their soap smells really, really fucking good to be honest.
I dry off and get dressed. Then, after taking a minute to decide, I wonder around the hallway. I end up finding Sam's room. There's a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf, and a closet.
BAMMM. I hear something break. "I know you're here, Princess.", it's Jack. "Let's split up. We have to find her. Before she opens her mouth.", and his friend, Nick is here too.
I quietly sneak to the door in his bedroom and bolt it shut. I dig through his drawer beside his bed. No phone. I look under his pillow. A pistol and a flip phone. I find Dean's number and dial it. Ring. Ring, ri- "Rose? Are you ok?" Sam answers, worried.
"Jack's here. He is in the bunker. I'm in your room, but that won't keep him out forever.", I say trying so hard not to cry. I am so scared.
"Since you have the phone you must have the pistol. Shoot him if you need to. Me and Dean are on our way." Beep beep beep.
My heart is determined to beat its way out of my chest. I know he came here to kill me. I'm not going to get out this time. I quickly grab the pistol and walk as quietly as I can across the floor to Sam's closet. I'm so close to the closet, just one more step before the floor makes the loudest fucking squeak I've ever heard.
"She must be in there", my heart stops. I run to the closet and close it faster than anyone could imagine. Almost as soon as I semi- secure the door the one to the room busts down. I have to cover my mouth to keep from crying.
I see them checking under the bed and flipping his desk and tables before Jack looks over to the closet. Tears well up in my eyes as he steps closer.
"Oh, Rose. Sweetheart, come out of the closet. I promise I'm not going to hurt you, I just want you to come home. I'm better, baby," He tries to coax me out of my safety. I let silent tears start to pour out of my face as his face turn from tough to kind. He did this last time I tried to leave to. I was hospitalized within the next few days after that.
"Baby, come out because you don't want me to come in. I promise you that. If I have to come in, I will beat you worse than last time. Remember last time?," I nod even though he can't see me. He knows that I remember last time.
I stood up, shaking. I know Sam said he was going to be here soon but I can't risk it. I unlock the door and stand there, awaiting what I deserved.
"Good girl," he opens the door. I back into the corner. He strokes my cheek and pulls my closer to him against my will by my arm. He kisses me passionately. I would have believed his skit if I hadn't of been through this at least 20 times before.
He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me as close as he can. He turns me and shoves me on the bed. Nick held my hands above my head as Jack pulled my pants down. I struggled to get free. I knew what he was going to do. If I was going to run away he has to ruin this room for me, scar me from it. I am forbidden to come into this room again. He unzips he pants and tries to enter me. I try to wiggle free, he smacks me across my back. I instantly stopped trying to free myself, I gave up.
Tears well up in my eyes, I don't dare look, but I know he left yet another bruise on me. Nick chuckles darkly at the deed that is being preformed by Jack. Jack thrusts into me until he is done. Then, him and Nick beat the shit out of me. I struggle to remain conscious I have taken so many blows to the head. I am almost positive they have broke at least a hand, two ribs, and my leg. Tears stream down my face, where are the Winchesters?....
My vision get extremely hazy, I'm going to die this time. I hear foot steps racing down the hallway, Sam and Dean. I black out with one final blow, this time with metal pipe that was under his bed.
*The Next Day*
I wake up, but I can barely move. It's worse than the ones I came here with. I am naked, apart from my panties and bra. I look down at my bony frame to see my body covered in bruises of every color in the rainbow. I turn my face and feel the dried blood in my hair, deciding that's probably best not to mess with, I turn to look back at the ceiling.
"Sam? Dean?" I try to scream but instead whisper. On the opposite side of where I was looking previously sits Sam. His knuckles are bruised and cut open. His face is battered and bruised. He physically winces when he goes to move toward me. I want to just die right there, I know Sam, and probably Dean, are badly hurt because of me.
I look at him, tears welling up in my eyes. I'm scared. He knows where I am. He can find me again. Jack is going to be the death of me one day and I can't do that to these boys. Sam jumps up and gently wipes the tears away. I wince, no matter how gently he had done it, it would have hurt like a bitch.
I smile at his beautiful, bruised face. I raise up my left hand as high as I can, which is about half as high as it is supposed to be, to touch his face. He notices and can't reach all the way so he leans down. I smile and rub thumb in circle in front of his ear. He leans toward my face and kisses my forehead as lightly as he can.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone like that. Are you going to be ok?" Sam says almost to worryingly. I nod yes really slowly in attempt to minimize the pain. He looks so worried and scared.. He gives me something to drink through a straw and I slowly drift back into a stressful sleep.
