Jacqueline || BWWM

Chapter Thirty Three

September 16th, 2017

Saturday I wake up feeling like crap's second sister. My hair is flat on with my sleeping cap nowhere in sight and I'm so tired that the thought of work is more saddening than when Finn left me last night-that's really saying something considering the fact that I almost thought of crying when he pecked my cheek goodbye. 

I get out of bed slowly and stretch my back. Last night my room felt so stuffy that I'd only slept in my sports bra. Now staring at the jagged lines on the left side of my stomach, I really wish I hadn't.

May 11th, 2013

"What do you want?"
Jaxson had seemed so confident, his voice was so carefree that to the common ear it would've seemed like he was talking to an old friend.

"Want is a strange word, don't ya think?" The guy in the middle snarled, flashing the light he carried in front of his olive colored face. At that moment, he had more resemblance to an angry wolf than a man.

He had black hair so long he held it in a ponytail. His blue eye, even in the darkness, shone bright with hate. What I remember most of all about him though, what I'll never forget, was the long, thin scar that ran from his black eye patch to his defined cheekbone. It set him apart from the rest. It's what burned his face into my mind.

For the first time in the six months I'd known Jaxson, he was actually quiet as he connected the dots. "Personally, I might argue that it's the strangest word in the American vocabulary," He and his minions advanced forward. They looked just as scary as their leader. Both had eyes as dark as sin. Their mouth permanently carved in vicious smirks. "Because I don't want to hurt you. I need to hurt your father. Make him suffer for taking away what was mine. So, I ask you, What better way to accomplish my task than by cutting up the only piece of shït he cares about?" With those words out, he snapped his huge fingers.

In a matter of just seconds, the huge men that once stood behind him were now in front of Jaxson and I. One roughly grabbed me like I was nothing more than a rag doll and pushed me up against the wall. His partner locked his huge hands around Jaxson's neck in a suffocating hug.

Even in our moment of despair, Jaxson couldn't keep his mouth closed. He just had to make his opinion known.
"Put. Me. Down."

"And why would I do such a thing? I have you where I want you."

"'Now you're going to eat me?'  Stop being a sick motherfućker, Tamil." Jaxson had managed to spit at the scarred man even as the man holding him hugged his neck tighter.

At that moment, as my eyes filled with tears at how close death seemed to be, I believed Jaxson had a death wish. My only desire at the time was to not have to follow through with that dream of his.

Tamil nodded to the man holding Jaxson. Without hesitation, the man dropped his hands from Jaxson's neck and as he coughed for air, the man delivers a few hard kicks to his stomach until Tamil snapped his fingers once more.

"Respect is a valuable trait, young Allen." The smirk on his face as he mocked Jaxson with his father's words was one filled with nothing but pure hatred.