𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐬 𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧|✓(𝑈𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Chapter 4

I heard crickets and frogs sounds and I opened my eyes to find myself in car. I was at the passenger seat.

"The fuck?" I whispered and looked down to see myself shirtless, only in my bra and the scar was stitched much better. It wasn't painful anymore.

Memories of what happened flooded into my head and I sat up quickly and opened the car. I checked the back seat to see my bag and a black travel bag with some money on the seat, toothbrush and body wash. I left the car and walked forward to see a shirtless guy with a muscled back and tattoos at the back of his neck. The completion of the dragon tattoo.

"Killian." I called hopefully but he ignored me.

He stood up and turned around and my eyes widened at his muscular torso. Wow, he was so blessed.

"Killian what the hell?" I screeched and he ignored me, walking to his truck. He brought out a black hoodie and threw it at me. I wore it quickly and felt warm. His scent enveloped me and I stopped myself from moaning like a creep.

"Do you live here?" I asked and he glared at me, leaning against his truck and distracting me with those built muscles and 8abs. Yes, I counted as soon as I could. I couldn't help it. I just found my weakness.

"That's none of your business and yes this is where I live, welcome to my home," he said and I decided not to pry further. He answered anyway. Then a thought came into my head. The green creature that broke into my house.

"The dragon." I told him and he looked at me like I had grown two heads.

"The dragon that saved me, I swear it was a dragon, it was green and really really huge and-"

"Shut up," he ordered and I glared at him. As hot as he was, his arrogance was annoying the hell out of me.

"I followed you to your house and when I heard what was happening, I broke into your house and saved you. You had passed out so I picked you and your bag with the money and burned down the building," he explained and my eyes widened. Did that mean Jerry...

"Yes, he's dead. I killed him," he answered the question I was scared to admit with challenging eyes and I nodded. Was I supposed to feel sad or happy? My emotions were so numb. I couldn't even look into his eyes. The shame of what I passed through in the arms of Jerry filled my whole body and I stared at the ground

"I saw a dragon." I muttered, staring directly at his sneakers. I envied his feet. He groaned and I exhaled a cold breath.

"Where the fuck did you get that idea from? There is no fucking dragon," he groaned and I nodded not believing him or maybe I was hallucinating. I hated what fantasy books did to me sometimes.

"Take your bag and leave," he said out of the blue and I blinked animatedly.

"What?" I asked and he rolled his eyes, not even finding that amusing.

"You heard me," he snapped his fingers and I crossed my arms.

"I'm not going anywhere." I said and he glared at me in frustration. Dude, you're the only one I got now even if you don't like me.

"Why do have to be goddamn stubborn? I did my part by saving you, you do your part by leaving," he said and I rolled my eyes. He doesn't even care about me. Why did that hurt deep down? What was I expecting? I didn't want to leave him alone. He looked lonely, just like I was.

"Look here mister. You were the one who saved me so I'm your burden now. I have no where to go." I admitted sadly to him, quoting my fingers and he glared at me harder. Jeez.

"Don't you have a mother, an aunt, an uncle?" He asked and I looked away. That question hurt truthfully.

"She left when I was seven. I don't know where she is. I don't know my family members. The only person I have is Jerry. Well had and he's dead many thanks to you." I gave him a tight grateful smile and his face softened. So he has a heart somewhere.

"Get in the truck. We'll know your fate tomorrow," he muttered and I smiled happily and rushed in. He got into the driver's seat and sighed loudly. We sat in silence, but of us lost in our pregnant world of questions.

"Was that man really your father?" He asked and I chuckled humorlessly. He really was my father.

"Yeah. Shocking right?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I've been through worse," he said and I looked at him curiously. What did he mean by that?

"Don't ask," he ordered and I scoffed.

"You should sleep," he offered and eventually, I yawned feeling extremely tired. I pretended to be asleep, watching as he looked forward, eyes wide open in alert.

"Won't you sleep?" I found myself asking and he frowned.

"I don't sleep."

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"Jerry please." I screamed as he took off my clothes, leaving me bare on the cold tile in my bathroom.

"This is your thirteenth birthday gift," he said and whipped me hard with the head of his leather belt. I screamed in pain and he whipped me again. I screamed bloody murder as the belt pin hooked in my skin and he forcefully dragged it out. Blood oozed out of my skin. He whipped me again and again and again until I couldn't scream any longer.

"You wanna prove strong huh?" He asked and I shook my head no and stared at him. I tried reporting to the cops but they never came and I didn't want to be sent to a foster home.

He left and I tried to stand up but I was too weak to do so. I cried out when he came back with a chef knife and he smirked at my wide eyes.

"Dad please don't." I pleaded and he frowned

"What was that?" He asked in disgust

"Jerry-" I screamed as the knife cut through my neck.

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Why did he have to be this way?
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