Soft Spot (Jyatt)

Chapter six

Wyatt

"We got him boss." Finn said over the phone. I laughed lowly. "Good. Is he alive and well as I asked?"

Silence

"Well?" I said, waiting for a response from the other line. "The boys got carried away." Was all Finn said. "Just get him here. And fast." I said before hanging up. I sat back in my chair and drank the rest of my wine. I was in the basement of the Devil's Angels groups basement. A gang. My gang. A man, named Brody was tied down. Blood dripping from everywhere. He already smelt as dead as he was gonna be soon. Especially since he wasn't talking. "I got the boy. Your friend's son." I told him as I stood up.

Gaten got ready to punch him again but I held my hand up, and he stopped dead in his tracks. "Step back." I told him, Caleb and Noah. They did as told. I pulled my chair up to where he was and took the right wrap off his mouth so he could speak. He was gasping for air. "Please. Don't hurt the kid. He had too much potential. He's so smart and so talented. He has a future. He wants nothing to do with his father's business. He avoids all conversations about joining. He's a good kid. Never gets in trouble. Always either on time a minute late or hours early." He tried to calm my thoughts but my mind was already set. I couldn't get to Wes but I could get the boy. "What's his name?" I asked him. He didn't answer. He looked away. I looked up at Caleb. He took a swing right at Brody's face.

Blood dripped out his mouth. "Now don't make me ask again. What. Is. His. Name?" He was breathing heavily. "Jaeden! Alright! Jaeden." He finally said. I sat back in my chair. "Jayden." I repeated. "Not normal Jayden J-a-e-d-e-n." He spelt it out. I leant forward. "Did I ask?" I pointed out. He shook his head.

This man was pathetic. How can Wes's gang be second if they are full of men like Brody. "Tell me more about the kid." I demanded. He swallowed hard. Bad idea. His mouth is full of blood. "He's a good kid-" he started. "You already said that." I cut him off.

He looked up with pain in his eyes. This kid must be awesome if this man cares so deeply about him even tho they aren't related or even know each other. "He's special. Like his mother. Can play the piano and guitar like no one I've heard before." He said. That intrigued me. Just then my phone began vibrating and ringing. "Finish him." I told the 3 boys. Without hesitation they began to punch and kick him. He screamed and let out cries of "please." Or "I didn't do anything".

"Hello." I said. "Hey, it's me Finn. We got the boy here. Where do you want us to bring him?" I took a deep breath. "Room 107A. Tie him up." I said before hanging up. "Move." I told them. They moved to reveal a half conscious Brody. I pulled the gun out my pocket and aimed it straight between the eyes and pulled the trigger. "Burn the body and get the cleaning crew. You guys made a mess." I said as I left to the elevator and waited until the doors closed to press the 4th floor.

Jaeden

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I could not see where I was. It was cold and I was tied to a chair, the wires and ropes burning into my skin as I moved. I had a blindfold over my eyes and something tied around my mouth, preventing me from talking. I heard a door open and footsteps. I heard a chair being dragged across the floor and stopping in front of me. "Remove it." Someone ordered.

I felt cold hands remove the blindfold that was covering my eyes. I was met with creamy brown ones. It was a man, not much older than me. He had light skin, deep cheek bones and a pointy jaw line. He had curly hair that was over curled and reminded me of noodles. I could feel blood still dripping from my lip and I could feel the formed bruises all over my body.

"Do you know who I am?" The man asked. I searched his face, but nothing was familiar. I shook my head no. "Don't lie to me boy." He said sternly, his voice full of threat that I wouldn't doubt to be followed by later on. I gulped. His eyes trailed over my face. "Remove it." He said again. The skinny pale boy next to me with the long thin fingers pulled the thing around my mouth off. I gasped as air finally made its way in.

"Finn, there's a delivery downstairs. Leave us alone for awhile. I'll text you when he needs to be moved." The boy said. The guy standing beside me, who I am assuming to be Finn nodded. "But boss, not to disrespect, but why will he need to be moved? You're not gonna kill him?" Finn asked.

"That's for me to decide. You do as I say or I'll cut all your damn fingers off and shove them down your girlfriend's throat. You understand me?" He threatened. Finn nodded. "Yes, sorry sir. I'll be leaving now."

And with that Finn left and closed the door behind him. He stayed quiet, his eyes studying me. Sizing me up. "What's my name?" He asked again. I bit my lip before saying, "I don't know."

He scooted closer. "I think you do. And if you don't get to thinking I'll cut your dick off, stuff it in a shoe box add a postcard and send it to your daddy. You want that?" He asked. "No." I answered shaking my head. "No, what?" He asked leaning back in his chair and lighting a cigar.

"No, sir."

He nodded. "Good."

I racked my brain thinking of all the names I heard my dad say. Wait......I did know! "Wyatt." I said aloud. The name I made front of with Jack and the one that scared me with dad. "See, smart boy." He leaned forward and blew the smoke in my face.

Suddenly my mind got possessed by the memories of the fire. I closed my eyes to prevent myself from seeing the thick black smoke. I never watched or stood by someone as they smoked, my PTSD was always triggered that way. "Open your eyes." Wyatt said. My body began to shake as I opened them. The smoke was still there and it stung my eyes. I could feel the rush of tears and the quicken of my heartbeat. My mind faltered back to Lilia. She'd calm me down. I tried to just think about her. A tear rolled down my cheek as my body began shaking more vigorously. Wyatt let out another puff of smoke. He watched in amusement.

Then I saw the roaring flames of the fire. I saw it surrounding me, spreading across the floor. I tried to break free. I struggled and struggled. I couldn't get free. I was sobbing now and screaming. "The fire! The fire!" I screamed as I tried to get free. I could feel the heat of the embers bouncing off my skin. The thick smoke filling my lungs and chest, carbon monoxide pulsing through my veins. My pulse quickened and sweat dripped from my face. My eyes landed on Wyatt's confused ones. He didn't want to interfere. He must not understand my panic/ Anxiety attack happening.

"Chill!" Wyatt yelled finally. It didn't help. He reached his arms out and grabbed my shoulders, his eyes widened in surprise as he felt how much my body was shaking. Someone barged in. It was Finn again, along with another boy. My age, easy. Shorter tho. Chesnut brown hair and brown eyes. "Boss, we found out that he has PTSD. He's having an anxiety attack." The one I didn't know said. "No Noah! He's having a panic attack!" Finn protested. "It's both! In one!" Noah yelled at him.

"The fire! I need to leave! The fire!" I kept screaming. I could see flames and gas. "What fire is he talking about?" Wyatt asked them. "It's the thing about PTSD. Once they are having a attack, they tend to relive or play in their heads over and over again what happened. What did you do to trigger it?" Noah said. "Nothing bitch! You think I did this!" Wyatt yelled at him.

My head was pounding and the flames were creeping closer. I could no longer breathe. Then something sharp was stabbed into my arms and time stopped as my eyes fluttered shut.