No Time

Chapter 35

Jasper's POV
Originally I have never planned on telling anyone the story of how my mother died. It was something I couldn't even find the courage to talk to the police or even my therapist about, but lying next to Clara admiring how she come to trust me so much that she opened up to me and was letting me help her through the most traumatic experience of her life I realized that even though I felt like I had to hide my emotions from every person in my life, I would never have to hide myself with Clara.

So I did the one thing that I've never been able to do with anyone else in my life.

I told her about how my mother died.

"My mother was the light of my life," I started. "Of course I loved my dad and all, but he never made the time for me. My mother on the other hand always made time for me, she would take me out for ice cream every Sunday, let me sleep in her bed with her if I had a nightmare, always let me have a say in what we had for dinner, and always made sure I knew how proud she was of me, something my dad never did."

"One day we were on our way to the Ice cream shop we went to every Sunday when we were rear ended by a white van, my mom being the saint she was immediately pulled over and went to go check on the people who were in the other van. Before she even got to the drivers door the side doors flew open and two men pulled her into the van. I was too shocked and confused to even realize what was going on, and before I knew it I was being dragged out of the backseat and being pulled into the van as well. We drove for what felt like hours before we finally made it to some shabby looking house where we were thrown in the basement. The whole time I just remembered my mom holding me and telling me it was going to be okay, that daddy was going to find a way to save us, but he never did."

"After two days in that basement we found out that they were trying to get ransom money out of my father, but as time went on we stayed in the basement, and my mom slowly realized that my dad must have refused to pay the ransom and now they had to decide what to do with us. A week went by and my mom began to get desperate, we had ran out of food and water and after the kidnappers realized they weren't going to get any money out of my father for us they had taken to beating and raping my mom. One day she just snapped... and when they came down to the basement again she managed to get a gun from one of them and she... she shot herself in the head."

At this point I felt Clara's soft hand against my cheek, brushing away a tear I hadn't even realized had fallen.

"It took the authorities another week to find me, I can still see all of the cops rushing into the room and immediately pausing at the sight of me lying next to my mothers decaying body, too tired to move. They had to drag me all the way out of the house and into a random cop car, and I remember screaming all the way to the car."

"When I got to the police station I was immediately bombarded with a million questions, all of which I refused to answer. Then my dad came to bring me home and  gave me the cold shoulder, he threw himself into his work and hardly talked to me until I started working at his company, and even then we only talked about work, and that wasn't even the worst part about his reaction to my moms death. The worst part was when he started bringing home a new whore every night. Leaving me to deal with my nightmares and trauma by myself." 

We immediately fell into silence, the look on Clara's face revealing that she had no idea how to react to my story.

I began to feel teardrops fall onto my arms as my body began to shake with all the memories of my wretched past.

Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I immediately burry my face into the crook of Clara's neck and let the sobbing take over.

We sit like this for ten minutes as Clara runs her fingers through my hair and allows me to let everything out that I've been holding onto for far too long.

"Jasper words cannot express how sorry I am you had to go though that, no one should ever have to go through that ever in their life," Clara finally spoke, letting me slowly pull myself away.

"Thank you," was all I could say in response as I was still so raw with emotion.

"For what?"

"For just being here," I shrugged. "And for listening to me and letting me express my emotions without feeling like I'm being weak."

"Of course Jasper, I'm always going to be here for you. No matter what."

"And I'll always be there for you," I promised her.

With that we both got under the covers and I immediately wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on her chest feeling an intense need to have her as close as possible to me.

After what felt like hours of peaceful silence Clara decided to speak up.

"You know I wasn't upset when you kissed me right?" She questioned hesitantly, causing me to immediately perk up.

"What?" I asked, moving my body so I was hovering over her, a look of curiosity written on my face.

"I wasn't upset when you kissed me," she repeated at a whisper.

"So what are you saying?" I questioned again.

"I'm saying I enjoyed the kiss," she elaborated, a blush coming over her cheeks. "... and I wouldn't be opposed to it happening again."

"Sooooo if I kissed you right now..." I trailed off a huge grin spreading over my face.

"I think it's safe to say I would enjoy that," she said a smile spreading across her face as well.

With that I wasted no more time and brought my lips to her, this time sticking around long enough to feel the fireworks explode and the warmth growing in my chest as our lips moved in sync.

When we finally pulled apart we both had matching blushes on our faces and we were grinning ear to ear.

Unable to contain my happiness I began to pepper her face with kisses, making her giggle which only made my smile grow even more.

After a few more stolen kisses we both finally fell asleep, our bodies tangled together as one.