His Girl

chapter 2

James Pov

We arrived at the newly refurbished Redbridge Mall. It was quiet and clean. Just how I like things.

I have no clue why I bought her. She was a mess, she flinched at everything and scars traced her body. In that moment when I first saw her I knew I had to have her, I wanted to protect her from the world. After she left to be cleaned up I studyied the other girls but none caught my eye. So I left with just the girl.

I watched her eyes light up as I swiftly parked into a open space. She reminded me of a child on Christmas looking at the presents sat under the Christmas tree. Pure innocence was all I could see in her. But if I was to believe what Peterson had said she was far from innocent. I refused to believe she slept with every guy she came into contact with. She just wasn't the type.

"If you try run, you will be punished" I tell her as I unclip the cold metal collar.
"I...I won't I promise" she replies quickly as she rubs her neck.
"Good then we won't have a problem" I say and get out of the car. "Yet" I mumble to my self.

After she gets out I lock the car and we head into the mall. A few shoppers gave her a dirty look. Probably because she looked like she just walked out of a strip club.

We entered a clothes shop and I could tell she was amazed by the amount of clothes. I'm useless when it comes to clothes so I'll let her choose herself. She can have anything apart from a skimpy dress. If I wanted a girl who wears little I would have gone to a strip club or even flown straight to Italy were I have tons of girl that dress skimpy in my gang.
"Ok go find and try on some clothes. I'll be about somewhere" I tell her as I spot a couch.
"O...okay" she mumbles.

From a distance I watch her pick up a few clothes then put them back. Some she keeps and some she carefully places back. I guess she doesn't know what clothes to get. I can tell she likes clothes that cover her as she has mainly jeans and hoodies. I'm alright with that however she will probably get heat stroke wearing them all the time.
*time skip*
After many many shops and clothes later we had done. I managed to get her to buy a few pairs of shorts and some dresses. She seemed a little more carefree as I saw a smile on her face. She was now wearing shorts and a tee with a plaid shirt over it.

I noticed that her legs were only bruised slightly and apart from that they were fine. Her back and stomach were a mess. When she tried on t-shirts the scars were poking out. I wanted to see how bad it really was so I got her to show me. Bruises scars, carvings, burns. No part was left untouched.
I may be cruel but even that is to much for me.
She shrugged it off though and simply told me she deserved it.
"Ooo what is that"
Her soft voice snapped me back to reality. I looked down at her in amusement and she gave me the most innocent smile ever. It was adorable. I looked to where she was looking. A girl and boy were simply eating ice cream. I was confused for a moment.
"What are you looking at" I ask
" it doesn't matter" she mumbles
"Yes it does. Tell me" I say changing my tone into some what authoritative. She immidelty complies "yes sir,sorry sir, I was just wondering what those children were eating" she whispers with her head down.
She made me feel guilty for using such a harsh tone. No one has ever done that. "It is ice cream. Want some" I inform her.
"No sir"
I ignore what she said. It was obvious she wanted some and besides she had never had any before.
I went to the shop leaving her behind. I was aware she could run and when I get back she may not be there but seriously she would be stupid to try.
*time skip*
We were at the airport now and after handing our luggage to the crew we boarded. I also bought her a suitcase and once we arrived at the airport I put everything in it.
Early when I got her some ice cream she ate it but I got the feeling she didn't like it. I think it was to cold for her.
"If you want to have a nap, do so. We have a lot to do later" I inform her. She nods and sits down in a chair. I grab my laptop and begin to do my work.

Occasionally during the flight I look up. She is half asleep and so I pick her up and take her to the bedroom part. I laid her on the bed and take her shoes of before leaving and continuing with my work.

I heard her scream. It went straight through me. Piercing my ears. I got up and went to see what caused her to scream. She was sat up hyperventilating, sweat covered her and her eyes darted the room. My first thought was she had a nightmare and so I quickly went over and comforted her.
I held her for some time, we didn't speak. I just let her cry. She was vulnerable and I didn't want to force her to tell me anything she didn't want to but I had to know what caused this.
After some time I spoke "wanna talk about it"
"It's fine sir, it's stupid. I'm sorry for causing you trouble"
"It's not stupid if you wake up like this"
"Please sir, I don't wanna talk about it"
I nodded and let her go. She got up straight away after I left the room.