Our Bloody Girls (Sequel to The Killer's Girl)

Chapter 43- Nightmares

Jazz's P.O.V.

Please, please no. I don't want to-" He slammed me up against a wall and began taking my dress off, despite my shrieking and protesting. "Stop! Please!" I cried, feeling hot tears stream down my face.

"Shut up, dumb bitch. We're just having fun." His hand traveled to my hip and he slowly pulls my underwear down.

I swear,  it felt like it went on for hours. How could no one hear me screaming?! Why didn't anyone care about morality?! Didn't even one of these people just slightly question doing this?!

After he was finished, I sat their and cried in a ball, shaking. Another guy stood up, and I felt paralyzed. He grabbed some rope from downstairs, tied me up, taped my mouth shut, and took off where the other one left off...

I shot up, screaming, looking around. Zalgo was awake beside me, very concerned.

"Just... Just another nightmare..."

"I know." He looked very concerned.

Zalgo knew what had happened that night, but he didn't know the details. I was afraid to talk about them, because whenever I do, I feel like it's going to happen again.

"Same dream?"

"Yes..." He held me tighter, kissing the top of my head while running his fingers along my back.

"No one will ever touch you in that way again, I promise you. If a man even attempts to try to touch you like that, I wouldn't know what kind I'd rage I would feel. You are my beloved fiancè. Nothing that happened in the past will repeat again. I will not allow it."

"I'm not going back to sleep." I said, quivering in the bed, covering myself. Zalgo held me in a protective way, shielding my entire body with his own.

"Then I shall stay awake with you. Be glad you love such a generous and affectionate man." he laughed, ruffling my hair. His face suddenly turned stern and apologetic.

"I didn't mean to call you 'woman' the other day, by the way. I apologize. You're the best thing I've ever had. There isn't a second of time I spent with you that I'd trade for anything." He kissed all over my cheeks.

"It's alright, Zalgo. Maybe I overreacted a bit. I get that from my mom." I laughed, leaning on him.

"What should we do now?" he asked. "I suppose I will be gracious and let it be you that chooses." He nuzzles my neck, tickling me a bit.

"We could go for a walk outside. It's raining. I love the rain."

Zalgo stood up in his boxers and gray shirt. Exhausted, he picked up his suit. I quickly shook my head

"Just put pants on, then you'll be fine. You don't need a whole suit to go for a walk in the rain..." He nodded, just putting pants on. Even when he was fired and not wearing much besides pants and a ratty shirt, he looked so dignified.

We walked outside together, feeling the rain trickle down on us. His hair was soaked, as was mine. As chilly as it was, it felt warmer with him there. I walked with my knife in my hand, crazy hair like my dad, milk white, in a bathrobe. Oh, and I was next to the god of corruption.

He looked down, deep in thought. I didn't plan on disturbing him, so I just held his hand.

"Jazz... There's something I really should tell you. You're not going to like it at all, but it has to be discussed." It was sudden, and out of nowhere. He snapped out of whatever deep thought he was in.

"Hit me."

"... I had loved women, before you. As you already know."

"I do know that. Zalgo, that doesn't bother me at all. The first woman had all seven of your children, the other was only there briefly, and now there's me." I didn't know their names, but I knew a little about them from gossip I heard in the kitchen.

"... They were both killed by the same demon. The main thing all three of you have in common is a second love you had in the past, or someone who admired you. I.E., Silver. This demon possessed someone they trust and tell them to kill the woman I love." His eyes softened.

"I can't lose another one. I don't have it in me. I can't resurrect them, the demon gives the person a seal that they place in the bride... Jazz, be very careful. Promise me this."

I was silent, unable to answer anything. There was a chance I could die for trying to be with Zalgo? What the fuck?

"I promise. I promise, we'll have a happy life together and nothing at our wedding will go wrong." I was wrong. And in three weeks, on the day of our wedding, I'd learn just how wrong I was.