(Sarafina's POV)
He burst into the room, nearly knocking off a vase on a closely standing table. An idiotic smile was dominating his face and his hands were shaking.
He looked tired.
His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was sticking in every direction.
(Not just one direction! Ahem, sorry, sorry couldn't resist)
He appeared to have slept in the hospital, seeing as he stunk of cheap chairs. They do stink so don't you dare try to pick a fucking fight with me!
He rushed over to my bedside and looked me up and down. His eyeing was making me feel uncomfortable.
I glared at him the hardest I could, but it didn't seem to faze him in the slightest.
If anything it made him happier. "What'cha staring at you perverted creep!" I snarled breaking the odd silence.
His eyes widened for a moment, but he recovered without another second of thought. He burst out laughing and held his stomach as if it was in pain. His knees dropped to the ground and he bent over to slap the tiled floor. "Hahahahaha! You really are something!"
He chortled speaking between his outbursts.
"Tch, what's your problem you son of a bitch! I outta beat your ass so hard it bleeds!" I sneered.
His eyes filled with mischief. "Well, missy if your talking about asses, I don't think I'd mind if you were doing the spanking. In fact I'd even enjoy it." He grinned slightly and flared his nostrils.
My face was on fire.
Shit, who does he think he is telling me something like that. Well, I guess I did kinda set myself up for that one, but even so he shouldn't have made that hideous comment.
How ironic too, that I get smooth talked after that dream I just had.
He never asked about anything. He never used any type of creams of comforting supplements. He never had the consideration to even say he loved me or anything else!
I'll kill that bastard. I can't die, no not yet.
My eyes must have been squeezed shut tightly considering the worried look on Jason's face.
"Hey, I was kidding ok. You don't have to be so serious, I was only teasing you. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that." He mumbled into my leg.
His face was pressed against my thigh, so I had a moment to properly examine him too. His hair, was so silky; a beautiful shaded mixture of golden and auburn.
My hand was tempted to run my fingers through it, but I restrained myself by squeezing my hand into a fist.
His broad shoulders were a little intimidating compared to my frame, which wasn't small. He looked like he had lost a little bit of weight since I saw him last. But I hadden't been out for long, had I?
"Aye, shit for brains, how long have I been out?" I barked waiting for a response.
He lifted his head and his hand shot over and covered my mouth. My body reacted immediately and began trembling. My hand reached out gripped his throat. "What are you...?"
His eyes clouded with confusion. "Get your damn hand off my mouth!" I ordered through the gaps in this fingers.
He slowly complied, retreating his hand to his lap.
"Calm down, 'fina. I'm not going to hurt you. I was just going to tell you that I don't particularly like your choice of vocabulary." Jason's face scrunched as his frown deepened.
"And I don't particularly like your goddamn attitude, you little fuck. Did you think that you could change this monster that you see before you? Ha, don't make me laugh! Your little war stories don't even compare to the hell I've been through, so don't even think for a single, fucking minute that I've got some slim ounce of humanity. I would LOVE to slice your throat open and shove your lungs into your own mouth just to watch you gag on your very own organs as they suffocate you aside from the major blood loss of you neck! HahahahaHAHAHAHAHA....ha..ha.!" Silence filled the room.
I knew he couldn't change a bloody thing about me from the moment I met him, so why do I feel disappointed.
I can't look him in the eyes now.
I'm just like the other slaves-worthless and ruthless. From the time I was sold into that place, I knew, whether I chose to believe it or not, that all hope was a silly dream that the free people made up. Pride is always going to shatter one day, escaping was impossible, a man's word means nothing.
I balled my fists, staring at the sheets covering a new hideous scar that will always remind me of the mistake I made to befriend this man. Now I understand, what it means to help people and the result is always the same.
"I told you I was here to stay, didn't I?" Jason whispered.
My head shot up to face a set of angry sea storming eyes.
"Just what made you think that you could get rid of me that easily. Why do you have to do everything on your own? I know you've been through hell, but killing me wouldn't benefit you in any way, unless you count satisfactory. Maybe you would love to chop me up, or torture is always an option too."
"Think about all the things you could have done to me earlier. I've given you plenty of openings to kill me. You call yourself a monster, but that's just your way of escaping the world. If you think you're making the world a better place, you're surely mistaken."
"Murdering and taking on jobs isn't 'fun' for you. You use it as an outlet to diminish your wrath upon others, when in all actuality, you are only hurting yourself. You yearn to kill someone specific; I know it."
"You talk in your sleep on occasion and it's not exactly quiet. I can't tell you how many times I've woken at the early hours of the morning to your screaming. Annoying sure, but it frightens me to see you like that."
"I know that you want to believe in the hope for something more, and if you don't then I'll just have to believe for the both of us. Your vengeance might be misguided at times, but that's why I'm here. I want to help you. To be honest I'm quite fascinated with you. Your comebacks always crack me up. Your hiding yourself and I want to find the real you, no matter how much digging and door holding it will take because I don't want to give up on you."
My eyes burn so much.
I hid my face in my knees even though it hurts my abdomen. I bite my lip so hard it bleeds and falls onto the white sheet below.
My hair covers my face, but Jason tucks it behind my ear.
Gently.
His fingers grip my chin and push up, forcing me to look at him. He's smiling at me.
God, it hurts in my chest.
Why the hell does it keep coming back.
Before I could stop Jason, he wraps his arms around me.
Slowly my arms reach out.
My fingers tremble as they grip his shirt and tears roll down my face.
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Hey guys, this was a more emotional chapter or I thought it was. I hope you liked it and I'm sorry for the delay. I'm going to the beach so it will be a week or so before I'm back, but I promise to update as soon as possible. Thanks for reading!!!!!!!! Pece out homefries and #prayforfalconlordsneck
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Blood Hound
RomanceA girl who has no name and is always alone. She is only driven by the sake of survival. She tries to be tough and never speak her feelings, however there is one person who can seemingly see through her. A bartender, with a tragic past who feels lost...
