Shark Teeth (Jean Hobbs)

Chapter 12

Dean's POV

"Come on, I'll go with you, will you two be okay here alone for a while?" Jack asked us, winking. My blood ran cold. I felt sick, I can't bring myself to even think about something like that. James laughed and squeezed my hand tightly, hurting me. Jack must've seen the look on my face, he walked towards the door very slowly, not breaking eye contact between the two of us, as if he was reluctant to leave me. I prayed that he'd eventually figure out what James had been doing to me, but at the same time, I didn't want him to find out, and I especially didn't want Daniel to find out. It'd probably just do more bad than good if anyone found out to be honest. I sighed as they walked out of the room. The door closed loudly behind them, making me feel trapped. James gripped my arm immediately, almost definitely ripping the cuts open again. I cried out, making him put his hand over my mouth.

"What the fuck was that all about?" He snarled. I pushed his hand away.

"I-"

"Why the fuck did you choose that prick to stay here instead of me?"

"Because he isn't an abusive asshole like you." I regretted it as soon as I said it. James looked at me and laughed bitterly. He ripped the bandaged off my arm, exposing the angry, red flesh.

"You only did this for the attention didn't you?" His expression turned into one of realization. "You did this so they'll find out didn't you?" He hissed, digging his fingernails into the cuts. My voice refused to make any noise. Tears were now rolling down my cheeks.

"Answer me!" He said sternly. I shook my head.

"That's not why I do it." I mumbled, barely audible.

"Then why? Because you can't take a couple of hits? Because you can't defend yourself? You're pathetic."

I sighed.

"I know I am..."

He pulled something out of his pocket and placed it in my hand.

It was a blade.

"Do it. Carve those words into your arm."

I shook my head.

"Do it, bitch. You know you're pathetic, why not leave yourself a reminder in case you forget? Hm?"

I brought the blade to my arm and dragged it down slowly. James sat there the whole time, grinning as if somebody had just told him he'd won the lottery. I carefully carved out each letter, slicing over fresh cuts and old scars until I was left with those three words.

I am pathetic.

Blood trickled down my arm, I didn't even care anymore. I didn't even try to stop it from bleeding, in the hope that I'd fall unconscious again just so I wouldn't have to see James. I held the blade out for James to take, but he just shook his head.

"Now the other arm." He said casually.

I carved the words out a second time, this time, taking a lot less care and cutting deeper than last time. Blood instantly flowed out of the cuts. James smiled, satisfied with the amount of suffering he'd put me through for once. He took the blade from my hand and placed it into his pocket.

"I'll be back in a minute." He smiled. He walked out of the room, leaving me alone to think about what had just happened.

Why?

Why would he do that to me if he loves me? I watched the blood pour down my arms, not caring about how much I lose, but just hoping it would be enough to make me pass out. Or even better, die. I suddenly remembered what Jack had said to me earlier that day.