Ugly as|sin

Chapter eight| storm

"Shit"
I race down the stairs, before reaching the bottom I started hearing distant shouting. Running into the hallway. Sadly my socks don't agree with the wooden floors. I yell when my ass collides with the floor.
"Holy shit buckets my god damn ass" I hiss , moaning as I stand back open. Prying my eyes open I see wide eyed boys and a smirking Jonah.

It wall all pin drop silence as I made my way-slowly- to Jonah, pulling him into a tight hug.
"I missed you" my voice muffled into his chest, feeling the buzz of his chest as he chuckles .
"You too" my head feels on fire as he kisses it through my hair.

Once we pull away were engulfed by awkward silence and a few coughs.
"So" Jonah breaths, turning the attention to him.
"Can you let my girl go ?" He smiles brightly at Joel who's scowl can turn any man to stone.
"She isn't leaving" he growls and turns towards me, grabbing my wrist and hauling me back, my anger courses through my body when Jonah jolts forward to grab me but is pushed back by the men.
"Let go of me" I try snapping his fingers off my wrist but it's not use, I catch one last desperate glimpse of Jonah as he drags me up the stairs. Watching him bang open the door in another hall sends nerves through my brain. He shoves me forward, I close my eyes expecting a thump but I land on a soft bed, my relief quickly covered up when he set my hands above my head, I open my eyes to be greeted with steel grey orbs, staring at me intensely back, he's hovering over me so closest I feel his heat radiating off him.
"Please" I stutter as he scans my face, looking further down my body, he takes both my wrists in one hand and i gasp, feeling his finger trace my abdomen so lightly I barely felt it.

"What's this" he murmurs whilst still tracing with his fingers, realisation dawned on me when I remembered my scar that formed the letter T upside down on me, across my abdomen and up my chest in the middle, ending at my collar bone.
"Where does it end" he demands angrily.
"Tell me or I will beat you to a pulp" he looks back up at me, softening his eyes for a second and releasing me. I sit up as he adjust himself on the end of the bed, watching my every move. Anger still flushed in his eyes. I sigh and with one swift movement I pull of my oversized t-shirt. I watch him as he stares at my face, swallowing hard he blinks.
I nod.
His eyes start to travel down where me collar bone is then down in between my breasts, then further past my belly button.

"My mothers old boyfriend" I start, looking at him in the eye as he does the same, I pull on my shirt again.
"He was nasty to me, Thomas, he wanted to me to know what his property was, I'm not even sure if he actually wanted my mother or me, he dug a knife into me when I was sleeping, his hands muffled my screams so my mum didn't wake up, it got infected a couple days later and then she found out, kicking him out straight away before pouring her vodka on my chest, damn that was painful, but it saved me" I chuckle lightly. He looked sad for a moment, I could tell he wasn't going to speak anytime soon .
"When's food ready" I see relief flood his eyes and he glances at the door.
"An hour" he mumbles before slamming the door shut behind him.

Leaning back on the bed I quickly realise this isn't my room, opening the door ajar I see Joel in the hallway, his hands running through his hair as he slammed the wall. Slowly and carefully I made my way towards him, snatching his hands before he punches the wall. His eyes dart to mine. I smile softly and look down to his knuckles.
"I don't know why you took me into this house. But I know you didn't do it for a horrid reason, I can see it in your eyes, that's why I'm not mad or trying to escape, I would actually rather be here than with my mother" my breath hitches as I feel myself holding back tears.
"Let's clean you up" I take his hand and guide him into a bathroom I find down the hall. His eyes boring holes into me the whole time, almost stunned. He sits on the bath as I dab his hands with disinfectant. He doesn't hiss or swear, he simply stares at me, challenging him I look back at him, drinking in his features.

His dark hair covering his steel eyes, his high cheek bones and strong jawline. The fullness of his pink lips and the crooked nose that holds breaks from before. His visible Adam's apple and scars scattered across his face, his lean and broad body, perfect light skin. Honestly it created fire in between my legs.

Stop it. I gulp and look away, feeling his eyes still on my face I go to get up. Strong hands pulling me back down and fingers snatching my chin, pulling me into his eyes again.
"Thank You" he almost whispers. His fingers touch my lips gently.
"No problem Joel" I gulp away the hard lump in my throat.
"No" his eyes turn dark.
"My real names Joel, to you its sin" he scowls, I nod and forget his sudden burst and walk out the room.

"Foods ready!" I look up from my book and see around 4 men shoot from the hallway and down the stairs, a smile spreading across my face I slowly walk down the stairs. My grey joggers felt comfy against my skin and my black tank top I changed into revealed a little cleavage and my scar. It's a comfy outfit so I don't care what I'm showing.

The table was incredibly long when I entered the dining room, it was full of men and boys booming at each other with laughter, soon I hear some choke and it all goes quiet. "Take a seat dear" one of the women say, I think she's the cook.
"Thank You" I smile at her and sit between two bulky men.

Mid way through our meal we all silence as hells clicking on the floor and a clearing of throat stops us all.
"I hope I'm not gonna turn and see Joel cross dressing" I murmur under my neath and the lads around me chuckle a little too loudly. Turning slowly I see a tall, skinny girl with a very short skirt and a plunged V neck top, exposing a detailed rib cage and flat chest.
"Hey boys" she grins and clicks around the table, as she connects eyes with me she halts, her smile fading.
"Are you like a transie?" She snickers at me.
"Nah I'm a goat" I smile back at her innocently, clearly the guys pick up my sarcasm.
"Clearly look the part" she looks me up and down.
"Clearly should be a pile a bone, then you would be of more use, you know maybe to start a fire not spread whatever your carrying" I shoot back at her, her eyes grow wide and she whines towards Joel.
"Sinny baby she's hurting my feelings" she pouts and he merely rolls his eyes.
"Awh did I hurt your feeling" she nods , scowling at me.
"Well I'm truly sorry but I don't really give a shite" I smile at her and sit back down. Joel snorts loudly before eating again, as does everyone else, ignoring her huff and scatter out the room.

"Jesus I thought I was gonna suffocate on her appearance alone never mind her voice or perfume" I gasp for air.
"I like her, she's fiery, not like Pat" a younger guy, around my age smirks at me, I return it and carry on eating my soup.these boys aren't that bad. Right?