life with jack||J.G||

Chapter 4

Natalia's POV
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"Jack....." I say lingering on his name.

  "Yes," he replies back with a hint of happiness in his voice.

  "He's back," I state, my voice remaining monotone. Jack looks at me, a worried expression on his face.

  "Natalia, you're staying at a hotel tonight," he states, me nodding, knowing it's not a matter of a question.

  I move quickly outside, to tell Mahogany the news. I open the car door and beckon her to follow me. As we walk upstairs, Mahogany stares at me with a questioning look.

  "Spill," she says as we reach my room.

  "Maybe 1 or 2 years ago, I had a boyfriend. We were best friends, he was best thing I could ask for. Then one day, he was in our bedroom, with another girl and let me tell you they weren't just lying there. She didn't know he had a girlfriend and I respect that. I found her number and I was going to contact her and tell her that he was cheating on both her and myself. But my bastard of a boyfriend caught me, and started cutting me, I wasn't cutting myself he was cutting me. He said if I left him he would kill me. One night, I tried to sneak out and he held a gun to my head. He almost shot me, his hand was on the trigger the whole time. One day Jack came and picked me up. Then the bastard came to my house-or Jack's house-and said he was sorry, apparently he was on drugs the whole time. I told him that didn't change a thing and he started choking me and hitting me. And that's why I have all," I paused showing Mahogany my scars as she gasped," these bruises."

   She started crying, and I looked at her in confusion not sure what to say or do. I start patting her on the back and telling her it's okay.

  "And he's coming to town tonight," I say to give my story a point.

  Suddenly she stood up and stopped crying. She looked at me like the strong person she is and says,

   "I've been abused too."

  She starts to tell me her story,

  "My ex-boyfriend Lucas always was a bit off, never the same after his mother died. One day we got in a fight, we both said things we shouldn't of, and abruptly he punched me. I didn't know what to do, he'd never touched me in that sense. Then I think something snapped in him. He must've felt strong and dominant, because he did it again, and again. Until I was rushed to
hospital that's what happened, but I didn't want to leave him because, before that he was so lovely, and I thought he might've of changed but he never has."

  At the end of her speech she broke down and started crying. This time it didn't feel so awkward and I comforted her.

  "Jack said we're staying at a hotel tonight. I don't know how the bastard found out where I live but he does and," I pause breathing in heavily," he's coming."
Jack's POV
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I could hear the girl's muffled voices from upstairs and that only fills me with sorrow.

  These two girls have never done anything wrong and then they're rewarded with abuse. That just pisses me off, also adding that they weren't given jail time.

  I could hear the footsteps coming down the stairs, the girls who are clutching bags.

  They both have worried looks up their faces, obviously they're concerned with each other.

  I look at the time on my phone. 4:53.

  With awkwardness roaming the room I'm the first one to step into conversation.