Having her (Golden reaper MC)

Chapter 7 - Angelica*

Waking up to sunlight gently streaming through the curtains while being wrapped up in a plush duvet was something I didn't think I would ever wake up to ever again. It's amazing how important the small things that I would find trivial before are now so important. Another thing that felt like a dream was waking up for the first time since I could remember feeling warm and safe. The feeling of someone playing with my hair in such a soothing manner that it was near impossible to stay awake. 

Sighing in content I snuggling further into the warmth one more time before I open my eyes, only for them to land on a pair of warm jet black ones. Sitting up quickly I push myself up against the headboard, pulling the blanket tight to my chest. My heart pounding loudly. 

My eyes scan the room looking for a way to get out as panic starts to flutter in. seeing the tray I calm down slightly but still watch his every movement.“good morning” God was his morning voice the definition of sexy. “What time is it?” I asked my voice small. He turned to look at the alarm clock that I hadn’t seen. “It's only 9” he says turning back to me and looking into my eyes. “Hey do you mind if I ask you some questions.” I take a deep breath and contemplate telling him anything. Before I can talk myself out of it a small part of my brain wonders if he can help me find my parents again. The thought causes my eyes to sting with unshed tears.

Nodding hesitantly letting him continue  “ok, first of all, what’s your name?” the question pulls a small laugh from me. No one had bothered with knowing my name before. “Angelica Rose Blackwood, what’s yours?” I watched as a small smile lit up his face when he answered “Jace Daniels but everyone here knows me as Gunner, ok next question, you can take your time answering this one but I need to know the answer in order to keep you safe. What happened to you?”

My breathe swiftly leave my lungs at his question while my heart begins to pound loudly in my chest to the point where I’m surprised he doesn’t hear it. Taking a few deep breaths and clearing my throat I manage to pluck up enough courage to speak  "I was 13 when I was first taken, that was about 12 years ago. During the first year I went through what they called 'training' it was basically them teaching you to be obedient and submissive to who ever 'owns' you. I took a little longer to 'break', as it were since I never liked being told what to do especially as a teenager.” I give an emotionless laugh at the memory before continuing, my voice now longer even and strong but weak sounding. “Anyway over the years I've been either a 'slave' or a 'prisoner' it depends how you want to see it but I've been through every form of torture you could think of along with being raped, what makes this worse is that they made it appear as if I was dead so no one in my family knows that I am still alive, I can't think on the pain that they went through" with that last thought I finally let everything go, every ounce of pain, anger and sadness is released from my body as gaping sobs wracked my body to its very core.

In my teary state I hardly register Jace pulling me into his lap, as if by instinct I lean into his touch and bury my face into his neck as the tears continue to flow. He starts to rub comforting circles into my back while whispering reasurences into my ear, leaning his head against mine.  I am thankful to have him with me now, even with me being afraid of him i gave into the comfort he was giving me, with him holding me as if I was the most precious thing in the world.

I realise everything into my tears my pain, grief even the hatred I held for all those who had ever owned my. Soon my tear stop flowing and I feel my eyelids begin to drop as I snuggle closer into his warmth before allowing myself to sleep in his arms.

I don’t know how long I slept for but I woke to find Gunner gone. Stretching out my limbs, I lert out a small yawn before looking around the room only to spot the tray of food that he had brought up for me earlier. The fruit was still fresh so I knew I hadn’t been asleep long. Pulling the bowl into my lap I sit there and nibble on the strawberries, kiwi and orange segments slowly spotting a note on the tray next to the glass I pick it up

Angel, 

Gone to have a meeting, the door in front of you leads to the bathroom feel free to shower and wear anything you want from the wardrobe. 

 ~G x

Smiling I stand and walk over to the en suite, orange juice in hand. Turning the shower on I made sure to turn the temperature up until steam filled to spacious room. Stepping out of my clothes I stare at myself in the floor length mirror, my skin was marred by a mix of bruises, ranging for a purplish black to a faint yellow, and scars. The thin white lines looking almost delicate. Sighing I quickly look away and down the contents of the glass, before stepping under the hot stream of water. Almost immediately my skin gained a pinkish red glow as the warmth relaxed my muscles and washed away the grim and dried blood. 

Finishing of my shower I used one of the extra bandages the doctor left me and change the old ones. Smoothing them out once more I walk over to Gunners wardrobe towel drying my hair as I go. Picking out a plain white t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, I slip them on before grabbing his comb and attempting to tame my hair. Before long I was humming a tune that soon turned into a song.