Adopted

Chapter 36

"No." I shook my head and closed my eyes before squeezing the trigger.

"And that is for killing my mother, bitch." The gun dropped from my hands with a clatter.

Jasper quickly pulled me to him and I finally let the tears fall. He stroked my hair whispering words into my ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying at the moment.

All I could feel was anger, intense anger. I pushed Jasper off of me and ran upstairs. I didn't have the time to lock the door as I rushed into the bathroom.

I didn't even take off my clothes before turning on the shower. I slid down to the floor then pulled my legs to my chest. I rested my chin on my knees and like the shower my tears flowed non stop. The water was hot and it almost burned my skin but at the moment I didn't care.

Why did things just have to go the wrong way? If I felt sad before, now I feel broken, broken to the point of no repair.

Everyone I knew and had faith in always broke me. Here I was, thinking that Mia wasn't wrong and she was only doing the best for me. Once again I was wrong.

Jasper will never hurt you.

My subconscious reminded me and I pushed the thoughts far away.

Why did life have to be so cruel?

I pulled at my hair and let out a scream. My life is the definition of messed up.

I sat down there till the water finally turned cold and even at that I still stayed there.

A cold breeze rushed in through the window and I shivered. I finally decided to stand up and turned off the shower.

I stripped off of my clothes and left them in a wet pool on the floor. I tied a towel around my body, leaving my hair to dry on it's own. I stepped out and Jasper stepped into the room a tray in his hands.

He dropped the tray on the table, "how are you feeling?"

I didn't reply and started searching my bag for something else to wear. I pulled out my leggings and Jasper's red hoodie.

I walked into the closet to change. When I was done I walked back into the room. Jasper was seated on the bed, his head in his hands. He looked up when he noticed me.

"I made you coffee," he pointed to the tray.

I once again ignored him and laid down on the bed, tucking myself under the covers. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Though Jasper wasn't at fault here but I was also angry with him. I was angry with everybody.

"Jemma," Jasper said softly and I felt the side of the bed sink, indicating that he was sitting beside me.

He pushed my wet hair from my face and I flinched, pushing myself further away from him. His hand was hot though.

I heard him sigh, "Jemma please I know you're angry but please don't push me away. I'm here for you." I heard his voice break and my heart broke.

I was the reason for him being sad and that made me a lot more sad.

I was wrong for pushing him away and he was just being here for me but I can't help it. I know if I told him to leave me alone he would but he won't leave me alone knowing that he didn't do anything to soothe my aching heart.

His warm hands wrapped around my cold ones and I quickly turned to him. His eyes pleaded with me. "Even if you're not speaking with me at least let me clean your knuckles, they might get infected if I don't clean them."