All Mine

Chapter 4

Bailey's POV:
​I slowly peeled my eyes open as light started to come into my sight through my eyelids. When my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I saw a man with blonde hair and hazel eyes and another man with brown hair with his back facing me. The man with the brown hair was holding a girl probably a couple years older than me by then neck. She had bright blonde hair, her eyes squeezed shut, and she's clawing at the large hand preventing her from breathing. Her eyes flew open and started to bulge out of her head and ever second passing her face got paler and paler.
​My eyes widened in fear that I'm going to be next. I pushed myself farther back into the bed in fear, just hoping that the bed will make me disappear.
​"Um, Conner," the blonde haired man said. The brown haired man, who I'm now assuming is Conner, turned to look at him. He then gestured to me and I felt tears start to brim my eyes. Conner looked over to me and dropped the girl immediately. He had panic in his eyes. Conner then ran over to me in an instant. He raised his hand and I immediately shut my eyes, shrunk back in fear, and a whimper escaped my mouth.
​"No!" I heard. I opened my eyes to see a furious Conner pacing around the room and running a hand through his hair. "NO, NO, NO! You can't be scared of me! You just can't! You of all people can't be scared of me!" he walked back over to me and reached his hand out again. I whimpered again but he didn't stop. I closed my eyes prepared for a hit. Prepared for him to slap me.
​I then felt shocks on my cheek. But not the shocks that comes from a slap or a hit. It was different. More comforting. Fingers started to stroke my cheek softly. I tensed up more, not letting this shake me. This is just a game he's playing.
​The same game Jason played. Telling me he loved me. Caressing my cheek and being soft. But then he would turn. He would become a completely different person. He would hit me, abuse me, slap me, whip me, cut me, sexually assault me. I've been through it all. I'm not falling for it again.
​As I tensed up, Conner must have noticed because he pulled his hand away.
​"You think I would hurt you?" he asked with fury laced in his voice. "I would never hurt you. These hands will only bring you comfort, safety, and pleasure. Nothing else." I just curled up into a tighter ball.
I can't believe I'm in this position...again.
I ran away so I can't be hurt anymore. But now I'm back exactly where I started. The only difference is that I'm with a different person.
I then felt Conner's hand touch my forehead and he moved away a lock of my hair that fell into my face. He then started to pet my hair and I couldn't help but lean into his hand.
Damn it!
What am I doing? Everything in me told me to stop and to move away from the cruel man who almost killed another girl right in front of me. But I couldn't. I started to drift off into sleep when Conner asked me something.
"What's your name Little One?" he asked in a soft whisper. I stayed silent, not wanting him to know my name. "Come on Little One," he cooed, "I just want to know your name." I let out a small breath, which came out as a whimper, before finally responding.
"Bailey." I responded in barely a whisper. I then fell back into the unconscious world of sleep.