Shark Teeth (Jean Hobbs)

Chapter 1

Dean's POV

I was sat staring out the window, the rain drumming against the glass. All I could think about was what happened last night. The shouting, the crying, the pain.

I thought he loved me, he wouldn't do that if he actually loved me, right? What if he does this again? Maybe I should tell someone about it? I shuddered at the thought of what he would do if someone found out... Besides, If I told anyone they probably wouldn't believe me... Or they'd probably think I was pathetic. For not being able to defend myself, for not being able to fight back.

I sighed and stood up, cringing at the pain, I lifted up my shirt to see that my stomach was a dark purple colour. I should probably go to the hospital to get checked for internal bleeding, but they'll ask how it happened and I'm an absolutely terrible liar.

I walked over and lay down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and trying to rack my thoughts together. Why me? Even if I did decide to tell someone, who? I couldn't tell my brother, it would kill him. My eyes were heavy and they began to close, I was exhausted just by over-thinking this. Then I remembered, there is one person that I can tell, one person who won't judge me, who won't be overly patronising, who will be supportive to me no matter what.

Jack...

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I was woken up by a loud bang and a blood curdling scream. Pain exploded in my chest, I suddenly realised that the scream was coming from me. I looked up to see James towering over me, his green eyes blazing with fury.

"Wake up bitch!" He snarled, I jumped up off the sofa, attempting to ignore the pain in my abdomen. He grabbed my arm and slammed me hard against the wall. His hands pressed hard against my neck, choking me.

"What the fuck have you done all day??" He pressed harder against my neck.

"I- James-" I choked out.

"Well?!?" My vision began to blur.

"I-" He suddenly released me, making me collapse to the ground.

"Answer me!"

"I...fell...asleep...sorry..." I said, gasping for air.

"You better be fucking sorry!" He spat, turning on his heel and walking out of the room, leaving me alone trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes, I gradually stood up and hobbled over to the bedroom that he had entered. I pressed my ear up against the door, trying to hear if he was still awake. I couldn't hear anything. I slowly turned the door handle and shuffled inside, trembling. The room was lit dimly by the fairy lights lining the walls, James was sat cross-legged on the bed, texting someone on his phone.

"Took you long enough..." He smirked evily, putting his phone away, I immediately tensed up.

"Please James... I'm sorry..." I began.

"Shut the fuck up!" He stood up and walked towards me, he closed the door behind me. I sighed in relief.

"Dean." He started, turning around to face me.

"Uhhh... Yes..?"

"You know I love you, right?" He took a step towards me and cupped my face in his hands, tilting my head up so I was staring into his eyes.

"You- You do..?" I stammered, I brushed a strand of his ebony hair out of his eyes.

"Of course I do." He leaned in and kissed me softly. The kiss slowly began to become more intense, before I knew it he had me pressed against the wall with his hands tangled in my hair, desperately trying to bring me closer to him. He grinded his hips into mine, causing me to gasp, I realised what he was doing. I pulled away from the kiss.

"James, I-I don't think I can do this. Not after what happened earlier." I whimpered, I could tell what was going to happen next, I closed my eyes and braced myself.

"For fuck's sake!" He sighed angrily.

"I'm-"

"Will you just shut the fuck up for once?!" He grabbed me and pulled me away from the wall, he slammed me against the hard, wooden floor. He climbed on top of me, pinning my arms above my head with one hand.

"You will do whatever the fuck I tell you to do bitch!" He shouted, I tried to free myself from his grasp. He punched me in the stomach, causing me to cry out in pain.

"Hold still you worthless piece of shit!" He punched me again.

"Please! Stop!" I cried out, my vision blurring with tears. He smirked.

"Oh, you want me to stop? Well why didn't you say so?" He stood up and walked over to the small chest of drawers next to the bed. I tried to crawl away, I could barely move. He walked back over to me and smiled pitifully at me.

"Are you trying to get away from me? I'm hurt. I thought you loved me Dean." He grabbed my ankle and pulled me closer to him, he clambered on top of me again.

"I've been waiting for the right moment to use this thing." He beamed, holding up a small, shiny object. Until I realised. Shit. It's a knife. I squirmed, trying to get him off of me.

"Hold still Deany Bear, It'll hurt less." He said in a sickeningly sweet tone. He held the blade up to my face and pressed it against my cheek, he dragged it down towards my mouth. I cried out as I felt the blood running down my face. I managed to free one of my arms from his grasp and hit the knife out of his hand, sending it flying across the room. James looked down at me and grinned.

"Big mistake." He raised his fists.

The punches just kept coming, one after another.

Just when I thought the pain was as bad as it could possibly get, it gets worse.

It doesn't feel like I'm living anymore.

I'm just surviving.