Shark Teeth (Jean Hobbs)

Chapter 15

Dean's POV

They took them.

They took the blades.

The only things that helped keep me alive.

The door suddenly swung open, I looked up to see James walking over to me.

"Hey Deany Bear! I'm so sorry I'm late!" He said, kissing me on the cheek and sitting down. A tear ran down my face. I can't take it anymore, I don't want to live the rest of my life in fear of him.

I opened my mouth to say something when he reached out and wiped the tear away.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He smiled softly, taking my hand in his. I gave him a small smile back and nodded.

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, right babe?"

"Yeah, I'm just really tired, that's all."

He frowned.

"Why? You've literally been in that bed all fucking day."

I flinched at the venom in his voice.

"I know... I'm sorry."

His expression softened again.

"It's okay Deany Bear, I love you."

"I love you too." I said, I couldn't actually tell if I was saying it to him or if I was trying to convince myself.

"You're so cute." He giggled, wrapping his arms around me. I suddenly realised that I'd have to tell him about Daniel and Jack taking the blades.

"Um... James?"

"Yeah?"

"They... They found the blades..."

He pulled away from the hug and sighed.

"I'm really sorry! I tried to stop them from taking them!"

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

"Really..?"

He smiled at me.

"Here, I got a new one for you anyway." He said, placing a small razor blade in my hand.

"James, I- I don't really think you should be doing this... Bringing me stuff like this..." Why the fuck did I just say that?

"Why not?" He asked, folding his arms.

"What if Daniel and Jack find them? They'll go crazy if they find out they're from you."

"It's so cute seeing you worry about me, we'll just have to find a new hiding spot for them won't we?"

I nodded.

"Uhh... Hey..." I looked over at the door to see Lucas stood there, looking awkward.

"Lucas! You're just in time, Dean was just about to try out his new blade!" James said happily. Lucas is in on this? Why would he agree to watch James do something like this? Lucas awkwardly shuffled over and sat down on the edge of the bed. James began unwrapping the bandages on my arms, placing them on the table. I looked up at Lucas to see him staring down at the cuts on my arms.

"Come on then Deany Bear!" James smiled.

I brought the blade to my wrist and dragged it down, opening one of the many scars that littered my arms. I did this multiple times until James eventually got bored and took the blade from me, he dragged it down the length of both my arms four times, creating a crisscross pattern with all the other cuts. He handed the blade to Lucas.

"Where am I meant to do it?" He muttered to James. I looked down at my arms to see that they were completely covered in blood.

"Wherever you want." James smiled.

Lucas pressed the blade to my arm lightly, and dragged it down... It didn't cut me. James, however, didn't notice. He carried on pretending to cut me until James got bored and left the room. Lucas threw the blade to the ground as soon as he was gone.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't actually cut you right?!"

I shook my head. He took my arm in his hand, I immediately pulled it away.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly. I held my arm out for him.

"Why did you come here with James if you're not going to hurt me?"

He grabbed a bunch of tissues from the box beside me and began wiping up the blood.

"I watched James kill his last boyfriend. I'm not gonna let him do it again."

"Wh-What?"

"Shh, It's okay. I'm not going to let that happen to you."

"But... I- I just-"

"Dean. I promise you, I'll help you get away from him. It'll just take some time."

"Thank you..." I whispered. We sat in silence for a moment before I spoke again.

"How?"

"Hm?"

"How did he kill him?"

Lucas sighed.

"The knife went straight through his head, killed him instantly."

I shuddered at the thought.

"Why? Why did he kill him..?"

"He tried to run away from him..." He murmured, staring out the window. "Dean, Please, whatever happens, don't try to fight back. Because the second you raise your fist to him, you're already dead."

I nodded slowly. The door opened with a loud bang and James walked back in, collapsing into the chair. I took his hand in mine.

"You okay?" I asked, he nodded. He looked at Lucas, raising his eyebrows and glanced at the door.

"Anyway, I best leave you guys alone, see you." Lucas said reluctantly. He left the room, leaving me alone with this Demon I call my boyfriend.

"Why is the blade on the floor?" James asked, annoyed.

"I'm really sorry, I dropped it."

He sighed, picking it up and opening the drawer, he placed it between two pages of a book that someone had left in there.

"I love you." I smiled.

"I love you too." He said, squeezing my hand tightly.

He picked up the bandages and wrapped them around my arm again, a lot tighter than they should be, but I didn't say anything about it, in case he got angry with me.

"Deany Bear?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, I promise."

"Please tell me if something's bothering you."

"I will." I smiled.

"You're so cute when you smile like that." He giggled, he leaned in and kissed me. I placed my hands on the sides his face, bringing him closer to me and kissing him harder. He began tugging at my shirt. I stopped him immediately.

"James, please... I can't tonight..."

"Why not?" He smirked, still trying to pull my shirt off.

"I just don't want to. I'm really sorry."

He slapped me hard around the face.

"Too bad. I want to, so you don't really have a choice." He tugged harder at my shirt.

"James, stop!" I was about to try and push him off when I remembered what Lucas had said. Don't try to fight back. I sighed and gave up struggling, letting him pull my shirt off.

"See? I knew you wanted to really." He laughed.

He began kissing my neck.

This is gonna be a long night...