Hearts (Jahvie Fanfic)

Ch 13: Home Sweet Home

Before you start reading the story:

1. I know I haven't updated in a long time. I'd explain but it's kind of complicated and I feel like I'd just be making an excuse.

2. I'm changing one of the characters. I've thought long and hard about this and decided that Andrew doesn't fit the role I'd like him to. So, together, we're going to make up our own character to take his place. That means I'll be changing 'Andrew' to whatever we decide to name this new character. But I need your help. So please think of a name and/or characteristics you'd like this new guy to have. Then I'll pick the ones I like the most and announce it in the next chapter. Meaning, I can't update until we figure this out.

Until next time, peace <3

-one month later-

Dahvie's POV,

I miss home. I miss home so much! I just want to run away from here, but I can't. Master Jayy is almost always near. And when he isn't, Andrew or Kerry are. And I don't think they would let me leave. Andrew might, but then he would get punished for letting me go. I don't want him or Kerry to get hurt because of me.

Even though I've been more tolerant of Master Jayy now, I hate it here. The only thing I like is going to CC's house once or twice a week. We're becoming good friends I think. Plus, that's the only time I eat. I've lost some weight while being here. Not much because my body is used to starving, but still.

At school, Sally would share her food with me. Sometimes though I would refuse.

Also, my cuts are fading. Not just the self inflicted ones, but the ones dad made too. But the blue in my hair is fading as well. It's a very light shade now.

One good thing though is that I've found a place to be alone. When I can, I'll sneak away and go to a guest bedroom to be by myself. I always go to the same one down the hall so Master Jayy knows where I am. He seems kind of sad that I go there to be alone, but he hasn't said anything about it.

I don't understand Master Jayy sometimes. He has a really short temper. Once, Andrew dropped Master's plate and it shattered, so Master Jayy got pissed and yelled at him. Then, when I thought that was it, he slapped him. It left a mark on his cheek for days. Master Jayy seemed to like hurting Andrew though.

Master scares me. I don't want to get him angry, but I just don't want to be around him. And I'm always afraid that he's going to rape me. It feels like it could happen any time now. Master still kisses me a lot. I kind of like it in a way. For the most part I hate it, but I mean, no ones ever really shown that kind of affection to me. And most of the times he does it it's just a peck on the lips. He also really likes hugging me. Sometimes, I'll be talking to Kerry and Andrew or just sitting around and I'll feel Master snake his arms around from behind.

I'm not sure how to describe how I feel about Master Jayy. I'm very afraid of him. But I also kind of like him. I feel like if I wasn't his slave, we could be friends even. He's very bipolar though.

Last week, he started kissing me like he normally does. We were sitting on the bed. It started to get really heated. I tried to pull away but Master pinned me down and wouldn't stop kissing me.

I started to panic at what he might do. Without thinking, I started thrashing and kicking as hard as I could.

I somehow managed to scratch his cheek. He pulled away so he was straddling me and covered his cheek. He looked at his hand. Seeing blood, he looked down at me with anger. I started whimpering and felt tears in my eyes. I trembled under him as he raised his hand. He slapped my cheek so hard I cried out in pain.

I didn't do anything though. I deserved it. I disobeyed. I cried silently so I wouldn't make him more angry than he already was.

I waited for what he would do next. Weather that would be rape, or more beating.

He raised his hand again and I closed my eyes. I waited for the impact that never came. It felt like hours of waiting. But instead, I felt a gentle hand cup my cheek.

I carefully opened my eyes. Master Jayy was looking down at me with worry and sadness in his eyes. They looked a little watery even. His free hand covered his mouth in shock.

"Dahvie..." He whispered.

He seemed surprised at his own actions; Like he didn't control what had just happened.

He rubbed the red mark on my cheek with his thumb gently. When I whimpered at the stinging pain it caused, he almost instantly stopped.

I knew this had to be a trick. There's no way he felt bad about what he did only a minute ago....right?

I continued my silent crying as he looked down at me. He leaned in so our faces were just inches apart. He kissed me so softly I almost couldn't feel it.

"Don't cry, baby..." He whispered, wiping away my tears.

I didn't stop though. He was going to rape me. Then when I fought back he hit me. All the memories of my dad and Garrett clouded my mind.

He looked down at me while I cried. Tears started forming in his own eyes. He got closer again and cupped my face in his hands, making me flinch slightly.

"I'm so sorry Dahvie....it's gonna be okay, alright?" Sadness stained every quiet word.

He kissed me again, making me feel better and worse at the same time. He sat me up in his lap and held me while I cried.

I cried harder than before as memory after memory of what Garrett had done to me flashed in my head.

I felt so afraid in his arms but they were the only comfort I had. He rubbed my back and rocked us gently.

I wanted to push him away and hide from him, but what if that makes him mad again? It feels good to not have to cry alone anymore, but I felt terrified that it was him comforting me.

Still sobbing, I gathered up the courage and moved away from him. He tightened his grip around my waist a little but I lightly pushed him away. He looked hurt by my actions. I got off the bed and crawled under it. I curled up in the corner and kept crying.

I heard Master Jayy get up. He laid on his stomach on the floor so he could see me. He got closer and I backed further in the corner. He stopped when he saw how scared I was.

He just stared at me. His expression was a mix of sadness and hurt. After a minutes he moved away and stood up. I heard walking and the door opened and shut. I started crying harder. For some reason I wanted him here again.

I wanted him to rock my in his arms again and tell me it's okay. I wanted someone there with me. I don't want to cry alone again. I don't want to be alone.

As I laid there I covered my head in my arms. I only now notices my swollen lip and the stinging pain on my cheek. I kept my knees against my chest and held fistfuls of my hair so tightly my head was throbbing in pain.

After about a half hour I calmed down and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning in Master Jayy's bed. I couldn't find him so I went to the dining room. Kerry said Master has been working since he put me to bed last night. I spent most of that day alone in the guest bedroom.

I like this guest bedroom. It looks like Master's room, except for the red walls and bedding were replaced with dark purple ones. The purple looked beautiful with the black in the rest of the room. The constant silence in the room gave in a creepy vibe, but at the same time it felt comforting to know only I went in here.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and brushed back my hair. I saw a bruise on my cheek, a cut from my cheek to my bottom lip over it. Master's ring must have cut my skin when he hit me. That would explain the pain.

My hair covered most of it, so I guess that's why Kerry hadn't noticed.

I tried to hide it from Master once it was time for bed but he moved my hair so he could see. He got teary eyed but didn't say anything.

I wonder how long I'll be here. Everything right now just feels so temporary. But most everything feels that way for me.