Kidnapped... ~Jai Brooks Fanfiction/Completed~

Part 11

My back was pinned against the walk trying my hardest to keep away from Jai.

"D-dont do that" he said calmly.

"I won't hurt you" he said and took a step closer.

"Obviously" I said sarcastic then looked at the bloody towel. He sighed then grabbed my bloody hand into his. He removed the towel and we both looked away. It was kinda terrible and horrifying to see.

"You need stitches" he picked up a box from the cabin underneath the counter where I was sitting on.

"I don't know what to drag you with" he said. He avoided eye contact. Better!

"You don't have to" I said and he stared at me strangely.

"I've been through worse" I added and opened the box. He hesitated but took out a pretty big needle and a thick thread. He cut a piece probably much more than needed. It wasn't a small wound though. It was deep. How come he didn't hit a vein?

I was watching while he was trying to get the thread through the needle but his hands were shaking. I can't explain that weird feeling of pity that overtook me. «What the fuck Darcy? He just stabbed you repeatedly» my consciousness added. I violently grabbed the needle and the thread from his hands and did the job. Before he even moves to take back the needle, I forced it through my arm where the cut end. I flounced at the sharp pain and teared up.

"What are you doing? No. Wait" he whined and took the needle. He placed it on the counter while it was still attached to my arm. He looked around for something and when he didn't find it he pulled off his shirt. I got nervous for a moment until he only tied it up around my arm few inches higher from my wound. Very tight. So it could stop the blood pressure, numb and not making the needle perceivable. We waited for a minute for the blood to stop.

He didn't look at me once. That felt good. But why didn't he? Did he feel guilty? Ha! Good one! A heartless person can't feel guilty. He can't feel anything. He's a monster. A psycho. But also hot. Truth must be spoken. I starred at the needle that was moving in and out of my skin but as I expected, I couldn't feel the pain.

When I got used to the view of the needle I lifted my eyes to him. I couldn't ignore his abs. I observed his tattoos. Beautiful. With a beautiful body he was trying to conceal an ugly heart. His hair upwards with just a couple of strands falling on his forehead. He was looking down at my arm so I couldn't see his eyes.

His lips were slightly apart showing his concentration. So handsome. So handsome but so destroyed. So much dark in one person. So much hate. What made him become this way? Who made him the monster he is? What happened to him? What could it be? I had so much to ask but there was a bulletproof class before him that wouldn't let me see inside of him. I would never forgive him about Lauren's death but maybe I could help fix him.

"Jai" I broke the silence.

"Mhmm" he signed me to continue. He didn't take his eyes from my arm.

"How many people have you killed?" I asked. A small smile appeared on his face.

"Plenty" he answered soflty.

"Why?" I built up my courage. He stopped sewing and faced me.

"Because they got in my way" his gaze burning in my eyes.

"But was it necessary for you to kill them?" I said. Not nervously...with desperation almost.

"You ask too too much" he said and went back to sewing.

"You answer too little" I said and he sighed.

"Look. I'm trying to make this as tolerable as possible. By poking my nerves you don't help yourself" he said with a slight demand in his voice.

"Tolerable? You're going to kill me anyway" I said almost laughing and his feauters softened again. This pretty much confirmed the situation. He finished sewing faster than I thought it would take. He whipped the blood off my arm and shoved a pill in my mouth. I fought it at the beginning until he explained me it's just a pain relief.

"Try not to move it too much" he said and let me off the counter. I didn't thank him. I didn't owe him any gratefulness. I just wanted my questions to be answered. I wanted to know.

"You'd be one of a kind if you weren't so cruel" I whispered and left the bathroom.