What Even Is A Bad Boy? [Completed]

Chapter 22

Heyyyyy wassup everyone welcome back for another chapter of my awful story!

Last chapter we left off with Jackson getting surgery after his bike accident.

Some serious shit is going to go down in this chapter. There will be some time skips, POV changes, etc. Try not to get lost my lovelies.  :)

What's going to happen to Layla and Jackson? What is this serious shit I'm talking about? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Layla's POV

I don't know how long I've been down here. I lost track of the days after the beatings started. I figured out there were seven of them, one for each day of the week. The first day they ripped off my clothes, leaving me in just my undergarments. Then the beating starts. They'd beat me for hours and hours, if they weren't beating me they would just sit there silently and stare at me. They wouldn't starve me, but they fed me very little. I know I had lost at least 40 pounds by now. I only weighed a little over 100 pound in the first place.

I was dehydrated, hungry, and in pain. I was going to die soon at this rate. It was morning I guess when one of them came down here. It was Ray, and ray wasn't a bad one. He was the only one who didn't beat me like the other seven. He was in charge of taking me to the bathroom, feeding me, even brushing my teeth, and making sure I didn't die of infection down in this dirty, disgusting basement. He walked over with a tray of food, and gave me a slight smile. I was comfortable with Ray. He was always so sweet and gentle with me.

"They all just left. They won't be back until 9 pm. Let's get you fixed up shall we?" he says placing the tray down walking over to open my cuffs. I fell into his arms, my limbs too tired to move.

He moved me over to a clean chair and sat me down gently. He grabbed a cup and placed the straw up to my lips. It was orange juice. I drank it slowly, finishing the cup. He placed it back on tray and brought over two small buckets of clean, warm water. First he brushed my teeth and then took a clean cloth and started wiping down my limbs, applying ointment where I needed it. He grabbed a banana and fed it to me in small bites.

He took another clean wash cloth and started to gently wipe my face, dapping lightly. I took that moment to examine his face. He had blonde hair, and light brown eyes like mine. He was a couple inches taller than me, and he had a muscular build. He had big skinny hands, but he was always so gentle. He was actually quite attractive.

Ray went to my hands and stopped at the ring. He removed it and placed it on my now boney thigh and washed my hands then placed the ring back onto my finger. He bandaged my wrist and ankles to help with the chaffing of the cuffs. He walked over to the tray and grabbed a plate of food. Eggs, toast, bacon, apple slices, and milk. He fed me at a steady pace, giving me sips of milk in between.

"Why are you with these people Ray? You're so much nicer and gentler than them." I ask as I finish my last bite. A pained look crossed his handsome face.

"When I was 16, my parents left me and my younger siblings. They were running from some loan sharks I guess. It was hard. I had to quit school and get a job to support them. My little brother was 13 at the time and my sister was 11 and a. She couldn't understand why mom and dad left us. That was seven years ago." He says looking sad as he started cleaning my chains. "When my brother was 17 he got into some trouble with a gang. I knew Greg-he's the big buff guy- and I asked him for help. He agreed because his gang had beef with that gang anyway. He said they'd give my siblings protection if I joined them. And of course I agreed." He finished. I looked at him sadly.