Shark Teeth (Jean Hobbs)

Chapter 18

Dean's POV

The silence in the car was deafening.

I couldn't bear it.

I was begging for James to talk to me, shout at me, Hell! Even hit me! But he just kept driving in silence. And that's what terrified me the most. He was planning something.

"James, I'm really sorry!"

Silence.

"James, please speak to me..."

Silence.

I knew what I had to do. I placed my hand on his thigh, slowly running my fingers up and down it, my hand slowly worked its way up to the bulge forming in his jeans. He pulled the car over suddenly and grabbed my wrist, probably tearing the cuts open again.

"You really think giving me a hand job in the car is going to make me forgive you?" He hissed.

"No. But it's worth a try." I said.

"Stop it Dean. Now isn't the time."

He let go of my wrist and carried on driving.

When we eventually arrived at the apartment, Lucas was stood outside, waiting for us.

"Was it what you thought it was?" Lucas asked James. James nodded. He aggressively pushed me through the front door, Lucas caught me, stopping me from falling to the floor. James slammed the door loudly.

"How fucking dare you! You are mine! Nobody else's!" He screamed at me.

"James I-"

He punched me in the face.

"Fuck you Dean. I'm gonna make you regret ever meeting Elliot. Lucas take him into the bedroom."

Lucas put his arm around my shoulders and guided me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.

"Dean, listen, whatever he does. Do not try and resist him okay? It'll hurt but if you try and stop him it'll hurt even more."

"Wh-What's he going to do to me?"

He opened his mouth to say something when James walked in.

"Thank you Lucas, that'll be all, you're welcome to watch of course."

Lucas shook his head.

"I'm okay thanks. I'll be in the living room if you need anything else."

He walked out the room, leaving me alone with James. I closed my eyes.

"Do it. Whatever you're planning on doing to me, please, just do it already."

"Oh... I already have."

I opened my eyes.

"What..?"

"However long you're going to be here, you're never going to be able to sleep because you will never know when I'm going to strike next. You'll never be able to be around me without panicking, because you will have no idea what I'll do to you next. I pity you Deany Bear. I really do."

"Then why don't you just stop then?"

He laughed.

"It's too much fun to stop. That's why I started dating you, you're just another toy for me to break."

"Did you ever love me..?"

He walked towards me and placed his hand on my cheek.

"Of course I did, I still do."

I looked down.

"I know what you're thinking, why did you choose to date such a nasty, spiteful," He slid his fingers down my face, cutting me with a blade held between them. "Unpredictable psycho?"

I didn't even bother to wipe away the blood that was now trickling down my cheek.

"Well, the answer is pretty obvious." He smirked. "You didn't. You fell in love with the other James. The kind, caring, thoughtful James. The James that doesn't really exist."

"I didn't. I fell in love with you. And you only. Not any of these 'versions' of you."

He stared at me for what felt like years, not knowing what to say. So what else could I do? I grabbed his face and kissed him, hard. He pulled away immediately and slapped me across the face.

"You think you can make everything better just by kissing me?! You fucking cheated on me Dean!"

I stared down at the ground. The blood from my face now dripping onto the carpet.

"You are mine. And mine only. Let me leave a reminder in case you forget." He said, viciously shoving me down onto the bed.

I lay there, wondering what he could possibly do. He opened the drawer and pulled out a knife. I closed my eyes. Please. Not again. He placed his knees either side of my hips, straddling me. He lifted up my shirt and brought the cold, steel blade to my stomach. He pulled it across, cutting me, making me cry out in pain. He punched me in the eye.

"Shut the fuck up!" He shouted, cutting me again. I couldn't help but scream. He punched me again and again each time I screamed. By the time he'd finished, my eyes were swollen and I could barely see. He got off of me, placing the knife back in the drawer. I looked down at my stomach to see that he'd carved his name deep into my flesh. He grinned evily.

"Mine. Nobody else's."

I nodded slowly. He lay next me on the bed, sighing happily.

"It's good to have you back Deany Bear." He said, kissing my neck.

"I love you." I forced myself to say.

"Love you too." He giggled.

He held onto my hand, squeezing it gently. He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes with his other hand before leaning in and kissing me. He pulled away suddenly.

"Lucas!" He shouted.

Lucas burst into the room.

"Go and clean Dean up, will you?"

He nodded, taking my hand and pulling me up. We walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, closing the door behind us.

"Are you okay??" He asked me. I shook my head.

"I promise you, you'll get away from him eventually." He said, kneeling down and dabbing at the blood on my stomach with a cloth.

"Thanks..." I muttered.

Once he'd cleaned away most of the blood and wrapped my stomach in numerous amounts of bandages, we walked back into the bedroom to find James sat on the bed, grinning menacingly.

"Thanks Lucas, you can go now." He smiled, standing up and walking over to me. Lucas silently left the room. James crashed his lips against mine as soon as Lucas was gone, tangling his fingers in my hair. He pulled me down onto the bed.

Please, not again.