“Be kind to that women, yeah? She’s got you like no other.”
Squeezing Ghost’s shoulder, I walk from the room and stop in the doorway.
“I’ll order some flowers from the new shop across the street for the little lady from your ass. That will give you some much-needed points, coz brother, she was pissed when I seen her this morning.”
Ghost nods at me, understanding in his eyes.
“Kill tonight, brother. Take some of them screams from your eyes and lay the devil down to eat.”
Chapter Five
Jade
His abuse still haunts me now. Even after two years have passed, the scars of his anger mark my body as his screams attack my mind.
“You can’t leave me, I love you.”
Well yes, yes, I did leave. Not without torment though.
“If I can’t have you, no-one will.”
His threats are thrown at me, though he loved heroin more than he loved me, but it was my paycheck and that of my father’s that he needed for the fake love he felt for me in his heart. The real love he saved for the drug that swam in his veins. He broke me, scarred me and turned me inside out with anxiety and self-doubt, broken promises and hate.
My tears did nothing to him as I tried to scuttle away from his anger and his hate. The fire in his eyes as he raised his gun to my forehead made me stop immediately.
“Please, please don’t,” I begged. “Please don’t destroy me, this, us.”I pleaded trying for the one thing that still sat in the back of his drugged crazed mind.
Us…
A small memory of what it was like before…
He laughed as his head went back, his throat bared. I could have slit it if I wasn’t such a weak pussy. He filled the room with a sound that was empty and cold.
“I can, and I fucking will.” He hissed out as the gun came full force, hitting the side of my skull, knocking everything around me to a deathly, quiet black…
The bell over the door rings out loud, startling me. I snap my head up hard and fast, hitting it into the damn bench top. I was under there trying to sort out these silly power cords.
“Ouch” I peep out as my hand finds the small lump that is forming. I pull myself up, my fingers digging into the countertop, my eyes meet those of a huge man. He is dressed all in black, with a crisp leather cut hanging from his insanely beautiful body. It’s the scary, insane guy from yesterday.
“You alright, little bird?” His voice is dark and demanding.
“Um, Yes. Thank you,” I breathe out, looking anywhere but at him especially his eyes. His long arm enters my safe place over the counter as his fingers grab my jaw twisting my face to meet his gaze.
“You sure?” Again, dark and this time commanding.
“What he means is he’s sorry.” Timberly’s voice floats out from behind me. She’s helping set up after taking me for coffee.
Weird and insane, yes. She’s one of those people that you really can’t say no to. My anxiety is sky high around her and this mountain of a man.
This man scoffs, pulling my face closer to him as his eyes burn into my skin, looking at my features and head searching for a bump. I begin to panic. Dark spots set in as the thought of him seeing my scar runs wild inside my overthinking and reacting brain.
I try to pull back and his grip tightens.
“Babe.” His voice loud hits my ears and rings off the walls inside my skull.
“Babe. Shit. You ok?” he questions as my eyes frantically search for something to fixate on other than his commanding stare.
“Please, don’t call me babe. You don’t mean it.” Is what falls from my mouth as a tear runs down my cheek.
