I hate you !

Chapter 27

Jax's POV

I should've done this a long time ago  but I didn't. I didn't want her to end up like me, but now I have to...for her own good.

Blair is tied to a chair with rope. I placed weights on her calves and upper arms. The room is dark as the sun sets and the door is closed. I hide in the shadows with night vision goggles in my hand. She awakes. Her eyes open slowly and she struggles against the rope. "Who the fuck is out there?!" She shouts. She squeezes her eyes shut from the pain of her sore throat. I don't speak. "Okay, guess I'm alone then." She mutters. She struggles against the rope again.

"Shitty asshole, you think you're sooo great just because you kidnapped me?" She scoffs. "Of course you aren't." She gets the rope untied it falls to the ground. What she doesn't know is that I also tied her hands and feet together.  She stands and begins to walk but instead she falls to the floor. She groans out in pain. Her eyes go to her upper arms and then to her calves. "What the hell?" She asks herself. She rolls onto her back and sits up. Her eyes hold pain but she pushes it away. It's hard watching her struggle like this but I have to do it.

She slowly stands only to fall again. She lets out an impatient sigh. I know how much she hates not being able to fully control her actions. When she finally stands, she hops closer to the door. She approaches the part of the floor that I covered with oil and soap. She slips on it and hits her head on  the dumbbell that I purposely put there.  She goes unconscious.

When she wakes again, there are some new additions to the room. There are rodent traps that line the floor, fog from the fog machine that's hidden in the dark and some bruises to her face as well as a broken jaw. I had to. "You th-" She begins to speak only to recognise the new painful sensation. I didn't re-tie her this time.  Her hands and feet are how it was the first time she attempted to escape.

She gets off the chair and hops to the door again. It seems as though she remembers the spot where she slipped because she avoids that. She steps on a rodent trap and a scream escapes her. I know she is feeling overwhelmed with pain. It's how I felt too. She falls on her healing knees and breathes heavily. Then she gets up again and jumps towards the door. She steps on some traps and she jumps over others. She doesn't stop this time. She is less than 3 feet away from the door. I shake my head not satisfied and pull her down by her ankle. Then I twist it and hear the snap. Before she turns around to see my face, I slam her head against the ground. She is unconscious.

I leave her there and hide again. She wakes up and gets to her feet, this time in a faster pace, eager to get away from her attacker. She hops to the door ignoring the pain she feels while stepping on the mouse traps. She gets to the door but it's locked. turning around, she slides down to her knees. She closes her eyes and leans her head against the door. She inhales and then gets up again. With a new focus she uses the weight on her upper arm and bangs into the door.

When it doesn't work, she does something that truly amazes me.
kicking both her legs up, almost like she's about to do a backflip, she attempts to kick down the door. She suffers a harsh landing on her hip but she doesn't react and do the same thing again.
And again.
And again.

Then she gets the door down and  stands, she hops to the hallway and up the stairs. Then all of a sudden, I hear crashing and screaming and my name being boomed throughout the house. "JAXON REED GET YOUR DAMN ASS UP HERE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF BEFORE I PUT A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD!" The person screams. I'm in so much trouble but I had to do it.

I run up the stairs and stare at a furious Blair and an even more pissed off Caleb. "Explain yourself." He says.
"I told you what I was doing." I say.
"No. You said and I quote, 'When I'm finished with her, she won't be able to feel pain.'" He says. "And she doesn't." I say. "How do you know that? You almost fucking killed me you jerk!" She screams picking up a knife from the coffee table that I forgot to put back. "That wasn't nearly as bad as what they did to me." I say in a quiet voice.

"Come here." I say pointing to the couch. "No. Just because you did the same thing to me that they did to you doesn't mean I'll do what you say." She says pointing the knife at me. "I trained you, now sit." I say sternly.  She groans and sits reluctantly.  I take off the weights on her arms and legs. "Walk." I instruct her. "But I can't." She says. "Walk." I say again. She stares at me and then begins to walk. "Where hurts?" I ask. "Nowhere. Nothing hurts." She says surprised. "Now run." I say. She runs around the house and comes back to stand in front of me. "Thanks, but why did you do it?" She asks. "You should never doubt me and we have to fix your wounds first." I say. She sits on the couch and I twist her ankle back in the correct position and fix her jaw. She moves her mouth around a bit and then begins to talk again. "Why did you do it?" She asks.

"Wait, I want to make sure that it worked. I'm going to stab you." I say calmly. She stares at me and then blinks once. I get a knife and stab her in one of her old wounds. "Does it hurt?" I ask. "No." She says. I get the first aid kit and bandage that and the rest of her wounds. "Jax, why did you do it?" She asks for the third time. I sigh and answer her question. "Because in order to stop pain, you have to feel it first." I say not telling her the other reason.