Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Breathe

"Jordan..." Ethan mumbled. "You need to say something... Anything."

Tom stood by my side, stifling his sobs. Ethan sat in front of me, Ingrid pacing around taking casual sips from her water bottle.

They made me sit in this back room before the case continued, only allowing my closest friends to come with. I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to feel.

But Ethan wanted me to. He kept pushing me to talk about my feelings.

My feelings.

I feel victimized. I feel weak, worthless, trapped.

There's no way anything could go back to normal after this.

"I feel... Broken," I croaked out.

"Okay...That's a start," Ethan murmured, scooting his chair closer to mine. "Listen, Jordan. James can't get to you. He's done. Okay?"

"Okay."

"You're not broken," Tom whispered, kissing me gently on the cheek.

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"Yes, I am..." I whispered under my breath.

"Alright," Ingrid muttered, pulling herself up a chair. "Listen to me, listen."

Reluctantly, I looked into her violet eyes. Her whole face was filled with rage and anger.

"James is a no-good, psychopath. He will be locked up for good, because he is a threat to you and to others. The fact he's being defended is sickening, and I'm pissed off for you," Ingrid ranted, sweat beading on her face. "I will do everything in my power to get this fucker thrown in jail. I can assure you that."

Hearing her curse was like a slap in the face. It was so unlike her.

Smaller tears streamed down my face, as the reality of her words set in.

Ethan typed away furiously on his phone, as Ingrid wrapped her arms around my body. I felt her nose burry into my hair, one of her small curls tickling my cheek.

"You're not alone in this."

I took in a deep breath, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Where is he?" an unfamiliar voice chimed, the door bursting open.

Ethan simply pointed towards my seat, giving a small smile to the person behind me.

My head swam as my wheelchair was quickly flipped around, to meet the mystery man.

Big brown eyes stared into mine, before I was bundled in the arms of this stranger.

"This is JoJo," Ethan whispered, returning his attention back to his phone.

"Can I tell you something funny?" JoJo asked, releasing his tight grip on my body.

I quietly nodded my head, repositioning my bulky cast.

"So, I heard somewhere that if you say 'raise up lights,' it sounds like 'razor blades' in an Australian accent!" he exclaimed, looking over my shoulder.

I could hear Ethan quietly testing the 'Razor Blades' accent behind me, Ingrid giggling at his failed attempts.

"That's it?" Ingrid mumbled, leaving my side to retrieve a water bottle.

"Hey Ingrid..." JoJo teased.

"What?"

"Can you say 'well oil beef hooked' really fast for me? It sounds like a secret message in Australian."

"Ha ha, very funny," she rolled her eyes, before flashing her signature smile.

"Am I even helping?" JoJo sighed, carefully brushing one of my long strands of hair out of my face.

I nodded again, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to say anything.

"I'm not leaving till you laugh," he said, pulling up a chair for himself.

With a few more of his jokes, I could finally feel my chest relax, the tears in my eyes clearing.

"Five more minutes left..." a guard had warned us.

"You got this. Go out there and kick some ass," JoJo chuckled, leaving with Ethan by his side.

"You're doing so good," Tom whispered, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. "Love you."

As Ingrid and I sat in silence, waiting for the guards to retrieve us, I could feel my throat swell from the anxiety.

"We're almost done, champ."

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