ROGUE

34 : No One Like You

Your POV
Warning : Sensitive And Mature Content

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Angelo glared at my arms, his lethal eyes staring menacingly at the dried blood and deep, angry wounds.

"Do you really care?" I scowled at him, my voice shaking with intimidation.

"OF COURSE I FUCKING CARE," The venom in his voice made me flinch and start to quiver with cowardice. "THIS BODY BELONGS TO ME, NOT YOU! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO CUT IT UP."

I wanted to scream at him.
I wanted to curse and tell him I didn't care.
I wanted to show him that I could be strong.
Except for one thing...
I wasn't.
I wasn't strong enough to fight for myself anymore, I was exhausted.
I surrender, Angelo. You win.

"Sorry." I choked out, defeated.

"No you're not, and I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson to respect my property." He said, his voice was hollow and chilling.
Inhumane.
"After this, you're never gonna even think about doing something like that ever again."

He ran his hand down my bare stomach beneath the material of my panties.
I screamed. "NO! STOP, PLEASE IM SORRY."
Tears instantly poured out of my eyes and down my cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath me.

"Oh baby," he mumbled, moving his hand further and touching me, I squirmed and cried, completely distraught. "I'm gonna fuck you so har-"

Bang.

I watched the most traumatising thing happen.
A single bullet passed through the back of Angelo's head and shot out from the space between his eyes, splattering me with blood.
He instantly fell limply onto me, crushing my tiny body beneath his heavy weight and I screamed.
Jason stood at the end of the bed, clutching a black pistol in his hand.
"Not on my watch."

He inched forward and hauled the body off mine, disrespectfully throwing it to the floor like it was nothing.
I silently sobbed, as much as I was relived that Angelo was dead, I couldn't bring myself to say anything to Jason.
I felt disgusted and hurt.
Go to hell.

Jason looked at me for a moment, and his eyes teared up. Eventually when he spoke, his voice sounded muffled and it cracked as he tried to stop himself from crying. "Y/n," he began. "I'm so sorry-"

"Don't." I couldn't bare to look at him, the love and hatred I felt was unbearable.

"Did he hurt you? Did he do anything-" Jason spoke fast and frantically but I cut him off.

"Of course he fucking did," I broke down. "And you're the one who promised you'd never let anything like this happen to me. You're a fucking liar." I sobbed.

"Please let me explain, I-"

"No," I shook my head bitterly. "Just get me out of these ropes."

Jason nodded quickly and moved closer.
He took one look at my mangled arms and gasped.
I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the tears fall freely.
"What have you done to yourself?" He whispered, I could hear the pain in his voice and it only seemed to make everything harder.
He took my silence as an answer and he began to work away at the ropes, pulling and tugging as he tried to free me as quick as he possibly could.

"Why did you come back for me?" I asked, my heart wrenching.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the thick ropes caused friction against my injured skin.

Jason waited until all the ropes were un-tied until he asked.
He looked me in the eye and all I saw was pain and guilt. "You thought I'd just leave you here?" His voice cracked, tearing me apart.

"That's what you made it look like." I spat, "You literally collected the money and left me there, you didn't even say anything to me." I could barely see him through the blur of my tears, and I wasn't sure if he could hear me properly from the way my voice was shaking.

"I had to make it seem like I didn't care, Y/n," He tried to explain. "I had to do it so I could get you out of here."

I began to sit up and Jason rushed to support me, but I glowered at him. "Don't fucking touch me." I spat, my voice sounding weak and broken. "Is it true?" I asked, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and looking at the floor.

Jason crouched down in front of me, his eyes desperate and tormented. "Is what true?" His words barely came out, and he already knew exactly what I meant.

"The mission," I felt so broken I could hardly talk. "Was it to kidnap me and hand me over?"
It was like asking if the sky was blue.
The answer was obvious, but I prayed with every single part of me that somehow, there could be a different explanation.

Jason stared up at me for a long moment, maybe even a minute.
A tear slipped from the corner of his left eye and it rolled slowly down his cheek and down his neck.
"Yes, Y/n," He whispered painfully. "It's true."
It felt as if Jason had reached inside my chest and pulled out my already-ruptured heart.
Something inside me snapped and I sobbed violently into my hands.
"I'm so sorry, Y/n." He snivelled.

"So you were pretending to love me?" I looked back up at him, my eyes stinging viciously. "After I gave you my all?"

Jason grabbed my hands and held them tight.
"Don't ever say that I was pretending again," he whispered. "I'm in love with you, Y/n. I can't tell you how much it broke me to see you lying in this bed, tied up whilst another man looked at you like a piece of meat. When we were back at the hospital, I told you that I loved you so many times because I honestly thought I was going to die, and I needed you to know. You mean everything to me, Y/n. There's no one like you."

"How can I believe you," I tugged my hands away, shaking my head. "I can't trust you anymore, Jason."

"I know you can't, but we can fix this." He looked at me desperately, his glossy eyes boring into me.

"We can't be together, Jason," I whimpered, one slow tear falling after another. "I don't want to see you ever again."

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