Guns & Roses

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Jason's POV

Whatever. In your motherfucking dreams. My blood boiled and my grip kept tightening around her waist with every comment she said. How dare she defy me. I stood up causing her to fall out of my lap and on to the floor. I didn't even care that a look of pain flashed across her beautiful face. “Go to our bedroom.” I growled.

“Do I look like I know where the hell shit is around this camp?” She snapped a look of hate plastered across her face. Anger flashed through me and I jerked her up off the floor by her arm. I drug her up the stairs and kicked the bedroom door open.

I threw her inside and slammed the door behind us. “How dare you talk to me like that around my gang. You should fucking respect me.” I growled walking towards her as she struggled to get away. I'm not sure what came over me but I slapped the hell out of her and she just sat there with a look of fear on her face. She was trembling lightly and her eyes became glassy but no tears surfaced. I turned and stormed out the room locking the door behind me.

Azalea's POV

I sat on the floor in the same spot Jason had left me, dumbfounded. Jason hit me. He hit me. The image of him raising his hand and sending it flying across my face replayed in my head like a movie stuck on repeat. Instead of my heart pounding inside of my chest it felt like my heart had stopped all together and I was paralyzed.

It's been at least thirty minutes since Jason hit me but I still couldn't get the picture of him hitting me out of my head. The sound of someone entering the room made my head jolt up and I waited in anticipation to see who it was. “What are you doing on the floor?” Jason asked his voice soft, a large contrast from earlier. When I said nothing he slowly walked over to where I sat and sat down beside me.

I flinched as he tried to caress my cheek but he continued anyway. He ran his finger gently over the spot where a bruise had formed on my cheek bone. “J-Jason, don't.” I stuttered out shying away from his touch.

“Shh kitten.” He muttered as he lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed. He gently placed me on the bed and pulled the covers over my trembling body. I watched as he slipped out of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers and walked over to the other side of the bed. He slipped under the covers and snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest. He snuggled his face in the crook of my neck and muttered something. The sound of Jason's light snores lulled me off to sleep.

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I awoke to an empty bed and I sat up looking around the room. Where did Jason go? Why do you care? I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. I slipped out of the bed and went to try the door. It was locked. Of course.

Feeling a surge of confidence I beat on the door. The sound of someone coming up the stairs sounded like music to my ears. I stepped back from the door when I heard keys jingling and I waited for someone to come in. “What's the matter, kitten?” Jason asked with a concerned look on his face.

I didn't know what to say. What's your reason for beating on the door? I looked at my feet trying to think of something before saying, “I need a shower.” He laughed and pointed to a door connected to the bathroom. I nodded before walking into the door, locking it behind me. Who knows what kind of creeps hang around here.

I turned on the water before stripping out of my clothes, stepping into the shower. The warm water ran over my tense muscles and I instantly relaxed. I searched the shower for some type of shampoo and groaned when the only thing in there was Jason's Axe shampoo. I put some of the brown liquid in the palm of my hand and scrubbed it into my hair. I rinsed and shut off the water.

I cursed myself when I realized I didn't have any clothes. What the fuck, Azalea? I wrapped one of the fluffy white towels around my body and unlocked the door walking into the bedroom. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and I walked into something hard. “Ow.” I muttered rubbing my head.

A pair of arms wrapped around me. “If you wanted me that bad kitten you could have said something.” Jason said smirking. I rolled my eyes and stopped mid roll, flashing backs of last night flashed through my mind. Jason pushed me back on to the bed and hovered over me as I held the towel tighter around my body.

He placed kisses along my jawline and kissed all over my face except for my lips. I craved to have those heart shaped lips against mine. Wait, what? No, Azalea. He's your kidnapper, not your lover. I thought bitterly. He kissed the spot in between my jaw and my ear, sucking lightly earning a moan from me. He lips traveled down to my neck and he sucked lightly before coming up to smirk at me.

“Kitten, my mark looks amazing on you.” He said looking at me with those brown eyes that danced with amusement.