Free - Jonah Marais

Chapter 7

Jonah

I didn't even take the time to notice what she was wearing. The warmth of the clothes she had been given was the least of my worries at the moment. I was more concerned about how she had gotten out of the room. I hadn't even given anyone the instruction to go down and check on her yet because I thought she would still be asleep, but oh was I wrong.

When Becca came in, frantic about Zach, I went into panic mode. Zach is like a little brother to me so, to hear that something was wrong, almost broke me. When Corbyn and Daniel brought him into the room, I was calmer, having the ability to see the extent of what had happened.

Trying to stop the bleeding, I was struggling. Jordan kept insisting to let her help us. She wouldn't shut up. I couldn't trust her, especially not when she was the reason we were in this whole fucked up situation.

I knew that I had to pull the glass out in order to stop the bleeding, but when I went to do just that, Jordan tried to stop me. I realised, at that point, how desperate she was to help but, I was also so fucking confused about why.

I couldn't keep ignoring her, especially not when she wouldn't shut the fuck up. Getting to my feet, I hastily made my way over to her and grabbed her from Jack's grip. I knew she had to use her hands to help him properly, so I grabbed her hair instead. Frustration and panic taking over, I pulled her head back by yanking at her hair, immediately regretting my actions, but too focused on Zach to show any signs of remorse.

Letting go of her, when she asked for someone to resoak the cloth in alcohol, I reached down and did what she asked, not hesitating to hand it to her. Watching her finally remove the glass and try to stop the bleeding, my heart rate only increased.

Asking for thread and a needle, she waited for someone to find it. Looking across the room, I noticed some from where Becca had been repairing one of the cushions. Nodding in the direction of the needle and thread, I watched as Jack quickly grabbed them and brought them over.

"Here." I handed her the needle and thread, hoping that she was doing the right thing. When she grabbed the materials from my hand, her fingertips gently grazed across my palm. What the fuck was this girl doing to me? My mind temporarily went blank as a spark shot up my arm. Wait... never mind. Nothing happened.

As soon as Jordan had finished wrapping the bandage around Zach' abdomen, she stood up and, without a second thought, I pushed her towards Corbyn to take her back downstairs.

"I'll deal with her later. No one else go down there until I have." My voice much calmer now that Zach was better, but it was still most definitely a command. Looking at Jack and Daniel, I got them both to help me move Zach to his room so that he could rest properly.

Jordan

It had been quite a while since I had been dragged back down here. Not an hour, I think, just a fair while. I mean, I wouldn't know for sure how long it had been. Time seems to disappear down here. There's no way to tell the time, no clock, no sun, nothing.

Sitting in the top corner of my bed, my back facing to the door, I heard it unlock and the piercing screech of the hinges turning. I wanted badly to check who it was but, I didn't want to risk facing Jonah if it was him. I knew how pissed Jonah was at this point, and I knew that he was not to be messed with.

"Get up!" To my dismay, the bitter tone matched Jonah's voice perfectly. No matter how cold and rough his voice was, I stupidly didn't move, not even the slightest. "What the fuck are you playing at?!" My back continuing to face him, clearly agitating him as he bellowed again. Not giving in, I played with the bloodstained trims of my sweater. After a short moment of silence, I felt him grasp a chunk of my unruly bun.