ROGUE

20 : Tired Lies

Jason's POV

My dreams took me back to the hospital, deep underground, locked in metal shackles to keep me from harming anyone or anything around me.

I'm a monster.

The air was cold and bitter, which only caused my body to tense, straining the muscles and causing me unbearable pain.
But every time I shivered, it was not because of the temperature; it was because of the punishing agony I was forced to put up with.

My skin was burnt, bruised and cut.
My ribs were damaged, if not fractured, then definitely broken.
My muscles were aching and worn out.

And my heart hurt like hell.

The metal door screeched open, sending icy chills down my spine.
I knew what was coming and I braced myself, spitting out curse words just to let those four, undesirable men know exactly what I thought about them.

If they were doing the same thing to Y/n as they did to me, I would find a way out of these heavy chains and rip out their throats with my bare hands, one by one.

As they entered, I kept eye contact with them.
It was the kind of uncomfortable eye-contact that most people would immediately break.
I held my glare, daring them to look away.

The cuffs were removed from my wrists and were replaced with thick ropes that cut into my skin whenever I pulled on them.
I had learnt this by now, and I had accepted the fact that it was easier to just take it.
There was no way I could fight back.
I bit my lip and shut my eyes, preparing myself.

I felt nothing for seconds. Maybe even a minute.

A soft whimper alerted my whole body and my eyes shot open in reaction.
Y/n stood with the four men, chained and beaten, just like me.
It was like staring into a broken mirror.

My jaw hung open and I tried to process in my head why anyone would do such a thing to someone so innocent and pure.
I deserved the torture.
Y/n didn't.

I looked at the guards. "What the fuck did you do to her." A growl vibrated in my throat and my hands shook with anger.

One of the four men smirked and grabbed her, holding her against his thick body as she struggled.
"Do you want me to show you?" A sick grin appeared on his face.

I shook my head frantically. "No, please."

It was the first time I had begged to these people, when it came down to Y/n, I would beg on my knees if I had to...
She had that effect on me.

The man's hand trailed lightly from down her neck and along her shoulder, she bit her lip and a single tear slid down her cheek.
Suddenly, he jerked her shoulders and spun her around to face him, aggressively slapping her cheek.

She yelped as the sound of his skin connecting with hers echoed through the concrete room.
The worst part of this was that I had to watch, and there was nothing I could do to help her.

"Stop please, you're hurting her." I tried to move, but the thick ropes held me in place.

He slapped her again and pushed her, sending her tumbling to the ground weakly.
She laid there for a moment, breathing heavily.
"Get up, bitch." He spat.
Her arms shook as she immediately obeyed, lifting herself from the cold, concrete floor, rubbing her face to try and relieve the stinging sensation she was probably feeling.

"Leave her alone." My tone meant to sound threatening, but it came out like a whimper.

"Or what?" One of the men sneered. "Look at you, you're just a boy."

"Please." I begged, pulling on my ropes, only making them dig further into my skin.
But before I could say anything else, my vision blurred and I was pulled back to reality.

*

"Jason," Y/n looked concerned. "Wake up."

I groaned and shuddered. "I'm awake."
I tried to sit up but decided against it as soon as I felt the pain shooting through my body, I ached everywhere.

"You were dreaming so I-"

"I know." I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes and took a shuddering breath.

Y/n wriggled closer to me in the sheets and gently touched my arm. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

Y/n sighed and gently rested her head on my chest, drawing lazy figure eights on my bare skin. She waited for a few seconds before speaking again. "You can talk to me about anything, you know?" She looked up at me in the darkness of the room, her big doe eyes definitely hinting something.

It took me a moment before I realised what she meant.
Shit.

Back in the hospital, I admitted that I had done something terrible and I doubted Y/n was going to forget about it.
I moved her hair away from her face, stroking it and enjoying the feeling of silk against my skin.
"I know, babe." Was all I could cough up.

She didn't look away, as if she was expecting me to say something more.
As much as I wanted to tell her, I couldn't piece the words together in my head.
I wouldn't be able to bare seeing the pain that I would see on her face.
I wouldn't be able to accept the fact that the pain was all caused by me.

I would somehow find a way to put an end to this assignment without Y/n finding out...
And then one day, when we're old, wrinkled and sitting in our armchairs, I would tell her.
But it'll have happened sixty years ago by then, so hopefully she won't mind.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" She bit her bottom lip, making my skin tingle.

I held my breath, and finally shook my head. "Just that I love you." I pecked her lips and slid down further into the bedsheets, shutting my eyes and praying that she would do the same.
She hesitated before letting out a sigh, then rolling over onto her side, her back facing me.

She thought that this was all over, but the real battle had only just begun.

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