The girl who was one of the guys

And Other Stuff...

Song: Like I Can

Artist: Sam Smith

I swear for like the past TWO hours, I've been looking for a song, and I still don't think this one goes good for this chapter, but anyways. Thank you all so much for helping me get 2K reads, it means SO much much to me. You ppl are amazing, enjoy!! 🖤❤️

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Chapter 82

His hands were on my shoulders, I could feel my eyes wanting to close. He just stared at me as though he knew I wanted to just break down and cry. The room felt like it was spinning. And then another thing happened. I felt an agonizing pain on my cheek, thinking it was over, I was wrong. Then I felt a sharp pain in my ribs, it's as if I'd been shot, but it was only a kick. I wish it was a shot, then I'd be dead. I wanted all of this to end, but I had to be strong. Then I felt a knock to my head and tried to scream out, but I couldn't. It's as if I was there but I couldn't do anything.
      I was forced to just be there and wallow in pain. I felt another sting on my face and fell to the ground. But he hadn't enjoyed that enough. He stepped over to me only to kick me in the ribs. I clutched my stomach and tasted the metal like taste of blood in my mouth.
       "Kayla." His voice said, he yelled at me. He brought his hands to my shoulders again. "Kayla." He began screaming my name over and over again. Then his voice, wasn't his voice anymore. It was a voice I actually wanted to hear.

I burst up; my eyes blurry. I had tears streaming down my face as each breath I took was shaky.

"Kayla, what happened?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched at the touch. I turned to see Jax.

"I-I-He-" I tried to speak but words wouldn't come out.

"Shhhhh. It's okay, you don't have to tell me." He cupped my cheeks in his hands and I closed my eyes still crying.

"H-he was, he didn't stop." I cried. Jax pulled me closer and held me in his arms.

"Shhh, it's okay, don't talk, just tell me later. You're fine, I'm right here." He went through my hair with his fingers and held me closer. Despite the horrible dream, I felt so safe when I was with Jax.

Minutes later I had calmed down and was now laying in Jax's bed with my head against his bare chest, and his arms around me.

"Are you okay?" He asked after a couple more moments.

It's was the next morning and as I felt my warm body against his I knew what my answer was.

"I'm okay when I'm here, when I'm with you." I felt the smile he had when he kissed the top of my head.

"So what was that, what happened?" His voice was soft but serious, and I could hear the concern he had.

"Just a really bad dream." That wasn't exactly true. It was a bad dream, it just wasn't a dream, it was a memory. So I told him that, "It was a memory, when I was twelve, I came home and my dad-" I paused for a moment. "My dad was drunk, h-he beat me. It was so bad that I had to skip a whole week of school." I felt Jax's thumbs at my cheeks and closed my eyes. He was wiping away my tears.

"You didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that as a child. You're so beautiful, and strong and amazing. I can't believe how strong you are, to go through that, you deserve so much better." He pulled me closer and his head was now nuzzled in the crook of my neck. I smiled at his words. He's so sweet I don't know how I got to deserve him.