Simply him.

Chapter 20

"Jessi!" I hear my voice, mumbling a what?  "She's alive! Come help guys!" I lift open each of my eyes and see a bruised up looking Shane and our friends. I feel small drops of water falling onto my arm and i look up to see Shane vigorously wiping away the tears that are escaping his beautiful eyes. 

"Baby. Look at me, it's all okay. I'm okay, your okay, everything is okay." I grip my arms around his neck and lye my hands onto his  cheeks pulling him close. He wraps his arms around my small frame, and bears me into a huge hug. "I though i lost you!" I heard him mumble into my ear, "I never meant to get you into this mess. I'm so sorry baby!" He mumbles, soaking my sweater in his salty water tears.

"It's alright, I love you." I whisper.

"I love you t--." His voice slowly drifts away, before he got to finish his sentence.

"NOOO come back!" I scream, "Come back!"

"Rise and shine bitch!" I hear a voice next to me. I slowly open my eyes to reveal a pissed off Charlie. It was just a fucking dream.

Damn.

"NOW!" He hisses.

I take a moment to realize that im lying on the floor, but im still wrapped up in the chair, meaning i tipped the chair after i passed out. Great, just great.

"W-what time is it?" I question, looking into Charlie's rage filled brown eyes. 

"Time to get up. So get up!" He pulls the chair, and tips it back right upside, harshly dropping the four legs onto the hard concrete floor.

My head snapped back, leaving my neck a sad, quick, knick on the back of it.

"What should we do today?" He asks, mischief lingering in his tone.

SHANE'S P.O.V.

I reached her steps, and pounded on the door a few times, waiting for her to open it. When she didn't, i walked in to see she wasn't there.

I walked into the kitchen and saw a small note placed on the cupboard in sloppy handwriting that has become too easy to recognize

Shane,
I see you were supposed to have
A lovely evening with her.
Well plans have changed, she
Is here with me and Charlie.

Sincerley,
Your favorite uncle

I crumple up the note, and throw it to the ground angrily. They fucking took MY girl. MINE, FUCKING MINE!

I leap up and go to the only place i know Josh still uses.

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JESSI'S P.O.V.

Josh saunters back in, and to all my glory he tells Charlie to stop. Charlie takes his hand off of the position it had on my cheek, turning to face Josh. I take this time to breath, catch my breath, and examine my cut and brusied cheek, patting lightly to feel the most damaged area.

I place my finger on the right side of my left cheek, and it stings. As if i just cut myself with a new sharply cut blade, and poured salt all over it. I exhale and gasp for the sensation has caused tears to come welling down onto my cheek, seeming to set it on fire even more.

I feel eyes looking at me, so i look up to see them looking at me with disgust. "Can you keep it down? Thanks, because you see i'm trying to have a conversation here, unless you want me to release the demon Charlie back onto you?" I gasp, violentley shaking me head no.

"Good." He walks over to me and ruffles my hair, like a father does to their children. I gasp, for he has touched my cut, i can't help to feel like him doing this is an excuse because he knows i have a cut ontop of my head, and he just wants to put more gasoline onto the already raging fire.