Noticed Only By Him

Chapter 15: An Uninvited Guest

~Jillian's POV~

I stepped out of the shower and pulled the towel on the floor up around my body. The mirrors were all fogged up and I slid my fingers across the smooth glass creating a smiley face.

The shower gave me time to assess my situation and I've simply concluded that I can't let Logan's PMS behaviour get me down. And even though a part of me wants to stay here, I have to leave. I've gotten so used to being independent that having others around me, especially those with a temper like Jason's, only makes me feel claustrophobic.

Am I curious as to what Jason and Logan know about being a Cipher? Yes I am. But I've also grown up with caution being a sixth sense and have lived with the fact everyday of my life that life is in fact full of dissapointments. This could all be a lie. I've been deceived so many time and just don't want to feel so vulnerable anymore.

I want things to go back to normal so my feelings aren't so jumbled together. So I don't have to feel worry and guilt for such small things like the amount of sleep Logan gets. I've seen plenty of movies and the closest person to you always gets ripped away somehow. Now, a happy ending usually follows suit but real life doesn't have happy endings so I'm not taking chances. Especially if Logan is so appalled at simply waking up beside me in the morning.

With this new determination, I brushed through my hair a little harder than I should have and whenever I came across a knot I just plowed on through, yanking on my hair painfully.

Dabbing a kleenex on my watering eyes, I walked into my room to get a new batch of clothes.

I opened the drawers and blindedly took out a shirt, shorts, panties and a 7bra. I didn't really care what I wore today since Logan and Jason wouldn't see it for long anyways. I was going to hijack the car this morning.

Pulling on my panties and clasping my bra clasp behind my back I heard a tap at the door. I quickly rushed to pull the blue t-shirt over my head so I wasn't completely naked if someone walked in.

"Hello?" my voice came out in a squeak.

No one answered and for a moment I thought I had imagined the tapping sound when suddenly I had rough arms with black sleeves grab me from behind. I tried to scream but was so petrified that no sound came out. Flailing my arms around I tried to break free of the strong grip that was moving me back towards the balcony.

After twisting my body vigorously I could see there was no use. The guy holding me was too strong and would probably crush my small body if I struggled any further. I did the last thing I could think of to get the boys' attention downstairs and kicked my leg up and around the top of the dresser, knocking the table lamp over. The bulb and vase let out a satisfying crack as it hit the hard floor.

I tried to scream again when my abductor pulled me out onto the balcony, but a rough hand clamped down over my mouth, muffling my cry for help. I could feel myself giving up. I mean, I did want to leave after all right? This way could be better because then I wouldn't have to bear the guilt of leaving Jason and Logan willingly, or getting them into trouble.

Right when I stopped struggling against the man, Logan burst through the bedroom door and his eyes went wide in horror of the situation.

The man holding me let out a grunt of annoyance and pushed me behind him; presumably so I couldn't escape. He reached into the back of his jeans and pulled out a SIG Sauer P238 pistol, pointing it towards Logan's head.

We heard a stomping sound as Jason finally ran into the room and he froze with the realization of the intruder in the house, with a gun pointed at both him and Logan.

I whimpered and a grin spread across the abductor's face. He was younger than I had originally imagined, he was very tall and strong for his age; at least twenty. He had a sharp jawline, cloudy blue/grey eyes and short brown hair. A scare on his right eyebrow gave him a very "tough" appearance. The black, long tribal tattoo creeping up the side of his neck added to the stereotype as well.

The strange man walked over to Logan and stood right in front of him intimidatingly.

"Got any weapons on you?" he asked Logan tauntingly.

"No." Logan replied calmly, not looking the least bit afraid.

"Good." The man smirked, raised his arm and drove his fist into Logan's face with such a force I thought it would snap his jaw.

I screamed and tried to run towards Logan who had now fallen on the ground, was barely conscious and had blood trickling down his lip. His nose was definitely broken, and I wanted nothing more than to hover over him protectively and hold him in my arms but the man pointed his gun at Logan's head warningly and silently ordered me to stop. I stopped moving instantly and he turned back to face Logan and kicked him repeatedly in the side.

"Stop!" I screamed. I couldn't take it any longer; I was both terrified and furious. If he didn't stop, he would surely kill him.

"I needed you to have some incentive to stop struggling with me darling."

"I'll stop! I'll stop!" I begged, tears streaking my face.

"I know you will," he grinned evilly, "or else what's about to happen to his friend will happen to him too."

It took me a moment to process his words but by the time I did, it was too late.

The bullet whizzed through the air with a deafening sound as the man with the tattoo pulled the trigger. Jason was still glued to the door entrance, unable to move from shock as he clutched his impacted abdomen. For the first time since I had met him, he looked afraid. His face paled with fear.

Jason fell to the ground and the thud from the fall made the wooden floor shake slightly.

The whole thing had happened so quickly, I was sure I had to be dreaming. Everything was calm and peaceful only a few minutes ago.

I didn't even know I was on the floor sobbing until the guy came over to me and crouched next to me, steadying himself with the barrel of the gun.

"Get up," he ordered, completely unfazed by the fact that he just shot someone, "or your unconscious friend gets the rest of the rounds in this gun to the chest."

I didn't even hesitate before standing up. If he wanted me to be his puppet, I'd be the best puppet he's ever seen. Anything to keep Logan safe.

He guided me to the balcony and I looked over the side. There was a black pick-up truck and a guy leaning on it who was almost triple my size waiting below.

"Jump." the guy behind me snapped authoritatively.

Shuffling over the railing I took one last look over my shoulder. Jason didn't seem to be moving from the pool of blood beneath him and Logan was still unconscious.

*This is all my fault.* I thought to myself right before I jumped off of the railing to my awaited fate.

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