gangleaders angel - DISCONTINUED

chapter 19

jordi's pov

mason drags me into the room and into the bathroom, he shuts the door behind him

i sit down on the counter top and wait for mason to do what he has to do

he sets up everything he needs to set up and walks over to me and stands between my legs

i unfold my arms to let him see my scars, i look away embarrassed. i let the tears fall down my cheeks

"hey, no need to be embarrassed. it's ok, i'm not going to judge you" mason says in a soft voice, i just give him a weak smile in return. he wipes away my tears

he holds my arm carefully and examines my cuts, he looks at both old and new. he looks at the words and looks up at me

"who did this?" he whispers

"my father" i say quietly and look away from his eyes

"why did he do this?" he asks

i take a deep breath in, preparing to explain to him my life story

"11 years ago, so i was 5 at the time, me and my family got in a terrible car crash. we got hit head on by a man, the police think he fell asleep at the wheel and that when he fell asleep his foot pressed on the accelerator so he was going like 150. the last thing i remember is blinding lights and my mother's hand shooting out across my chest to cover me and shield me from taking to much impact. i woke up to get told that i was in a coma for 8 months and that there was a possibility i might not make it, i was then told that both my brothers and mother had died and that my father had not visited me once in those 8 months, i got no visitors, the only people that would talk to me where the nurses. ever since that day he has been blaming the crash on me and been telling me that i was supposed to die, not them. he's been abusing me for 11 years. physically, mentally and sexually. the first time he rapped me was when i was 7, so 2 years after the accident. i got my first period at the age of 11 and every month he would rape me for a week straight trying to get me pregnant. i ended up falling pregnant at least 6 times but because of all the beatings he would give, every time i would miscarry and i'm so great full for it. he would carve words into my skin, he'd burn me, he'd stab me, he'd rape me. it was never ending. i was forced to do everything for him since the age of 5. cook, clean, feed him, get his clothes out, make sure his shower was warm and that when he woke up from sleeping the whole house would be clean. he turned to drugs, alcohol and being abusive and i turned to nothing. since then i've been doing everything for myself. i got a job as soon as soon as i could, i payed bills, for my car, my car gas, clothes, his food, his alcohol, his drugs and basically everything. he lost his job and i gained one. he went to the pub and drunk, i went to school and to my work. i was alone. i've spent hundreds of dollars on make up to cover my scars" i say letting the tears run down my face. "he didn't care that i was hurting, he cared about himself. i eventually got everything i could and put it in my car and i drove here. i applied for a job a couple of months ago and got it and they said i could start so i drove down and he followed me, i guess he has a tracker on my car. after my shift i waked into an ally way to get to my car and he was there. throwing insult, spitting on me and so fourth. then reece found me i guess. if it wasn't for him i would be either dead or back in that position" i say finishing my story

he looks at me and suddenly engulfs me in a hug. i hug him back and sob on his shoulder

reece's pov