Alice Cove

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

15.

Flashback.

I woke up to Jackson looking down on me, I was still in my clothes from that day, I must have finally fallen asleep after the doctors. I looked over to Jackson’s hand, it was still bloody from punching the stairs, I looked at his other hand, it was also bloody now.

“Jackson?” I said drowsily.

His chest was heaving as he breathed heavily. There was still rage in his eyes.

I sat up, “let me help you,” I went to hold his hand, but he recoiled away from me.

“I know what you did,” he said.

I looked at him confused, “what?”

“You trapped me didn’t you?”

“Jackson, what the f**k,” I was so confused. Where was this coming from? Because we were having twins? A day ago he was worshipping me. We just got engaged, he bought us this house.

Hell before I was pregnant and we were together, he was begging me to go out with him. I was the one with reserves.

“You f*****g b***h, you just wanted my money, my lifestyle,” he spat at me.

He smelled strongly of whiskey, “are you drunk?”

I stood up, but he pushed me straight back down onto the bed.

“What the f**k,” I said once again.

His eyes almost seemed to flash red, he then jumped onto the bed, pushing me further down into it. Holding my wrists tightly to my sides.

“You’re hurting me.”

“I’ll show you f*****g hurt.”

All of a sudden, like a complete 360 his mouth was on mine hard and fast.

If this was some kind of s****l fantasy I was not into it. I bit down on his lip to get him off of me.

I could taste blood. Jackson sat up tall above me and felt his lip, he then looked at his fingertips and saw blood.

It sounded like he almost growled like a dog, then I felt stinging across my cheek, he had slapped me!

My free hand went straight to soothe my cheek, tears stung in my eyes.

Jackson grabbed my face and pushed it to the side, kissing my neck. Rough and slobbery kisses, he started to suck and I squirmed underneath him trying to get him away.

“Jackson stop!”

His mouth let go of my neck and he moved so he was holding both my wrists in one hand, “isn’t this what you wanted? To be owned by me?”

His free hand moved to my breast, over my shirt he squeezed so tightly.

I cried out in pain, “Jackson this isn’t you, let me go.”

I thrashed my legs around trying to get him off but he wouldn’t budge, he let go of my breast and grabbed one of my legs so I couldn’t get any leverage to kick with the other. The other hand let go of my wrist and felt underneath my skirt until he found my panties, he held onto them and pulled, ripping them right off me. I gasped and thrashed at his shoulders, trying to get him off of me. He stood up and slapped me once again, harder this time, I fell back onto the bed for a moment. A long enough moment that he undid his pants and got his d**k out. He pulled me down to the edge of the bed, lifting the leg he was holding he pushed himself into me hard and fast. It was dry and rough and made me cry out. He thrust himself in and out not caring that I was screaming in pain. I started banging on his chest but it did nothing. I felt around for anything I could find.

I found a remote for the tv underneath the pillows and held onto it tightly as I reached up and smashed him over the head with it.

He fell back onto the floor.

I quickly got up on my knees and crawled over to the other side of the bed, getting off. I had my hands on the bed, ready to run.

“What the f**k, you f*****g w***e,” Jackson got up. There was so much rage in his eyes.

He was now in the same stance on the other side of the bed right across from me. Unfortunately for me, he was on the side with the door. There was no way I could make it out with him standing ready to pounce. My heart was beating out of my chest. Tears were rolling down my face but now I was angry. Fight or flight. I felt like I couldn’t do either against this man.

I looked at the nightstand beside him, where my phone was. He looked too, and went to grab it. That’s when I made my move. His lapse of judgement thinking I wanted my phone gave me that split second to run.

I ran out of there and slammed the door shut behind me.

Before I even got a step further the door swung open.

“Melody!” Jackson boomed.

I kept running, down the hall and to the front door.

But he caught me just as I got to the door, and pushed my into it.

I screamed out in pain as my face hit the wood and I fell to the floor.

I felt a crack in my nose and blood start to pour.

Jackson placed his hands on my shoulder and pulled me up, my legs gave way but I didn’t fall, Jackson was still holding me above the ground.

“Come back to bed,” Jackson’s voice was soft.

What the f**k.

My eyes rolled back to my head, I was concussed but I tried so hard to stay awake.

Jackson dragged me back to the room by my shoulders.

“No,” I tried to fight.

Then Jackson shifted back to being angry, he slammed me against the wall and I dropped to the floor, he then leant down in front of me.

“See what you’ve done?” He said to me so calmly it made me flinch.

This wasn’t the guy I wanted to marry, I tried to get back some energy, any energy I had left.

“I give you everything and this is how you repay me?” He asked.

“What have I done?” Did he even know? I didn’t.

He couldn’t answer, and I didn’t give him time to. I punched him right in the face, a quick jab.

He clutched his mouth, but it didn’t do anything, it just added fuel to the fire. He went to lunge at me but I kicked him square in the balls, if he was going to play dirty so was i, his family jewels were my target and I kicked them as hard as I could.

He fell onto his back, clutching his babies as I got up and ran.

I made it out the front door this time.

“Help me,” I screamed as I got to the end of the driveway. I don’t know if anyone heard me, but the lights were on in houses all down the street. It was dark now.

A hand grabbed mine and pulled me back, whipping me around.

I was met with Jackson looking straight at me, his eyes were devilish, almost pure black. He punched me square in the eye and I dropped like a sack of potatoes.

He dragged me by my hair this time, back to the front door. He dropped me against it and kicked me in the stomach.

I screamed the most blood curdling scream I felt it in my bones.

I felt things inside of me shift as he kicked me again. He had his hands against the door keeping him in place as he kicked me again with force.

I tried to scream again but ended up coughing up blood. There was one more shattering kick before someone tackled him away from me.

I could see stars and my ears started to ring, but I could hear sirens, was I saved?

I saw a few more men hold Jackson to the ground who was now screaming my name with rage underneath them. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t get up and run away as hard as I willed myself to.

I started to cry uncontrollably.

I couldn’t open one eye as I saw a man in front of me.

“Oh my god,” is all he said as he looked at me.

“Help me please,” I begged and cried.

He looked at me with sad eyes.

I tried to feel my stomach, “my babies.”

I looked down and I could see blood all over my dress, all over my legs and all over the pavement below me. It was coming from my v****a as well as my face.

I felt like I was dying, and from the bottom of my heart and the pit of my stomach I knew Jackson had won, he did what he wanted to do, he hurt my babies. He killed them, I prayed for it not to be true.

“Save my babies,” I screamed to the man, I thought I screamed but it came out as a whisper.

Before my other eye decided to close I could see red and blue flashing lights. I couldn’t fight anymore as everything went black.

I woke up and clutched at my stomach, tears streaming down my face, it felt so real.

I looked to the other side of my bed and no one was there to console me. Josh was gone. My heart was breaking all over again for the loss of my kids. My kids? They didn’t even have a chance to be that. I didn’t know what else to do. I sobbed as I threw on a big jumper and I ran out of that place.

I didn’t know where I was running before I was already there. Brody’s van. There was no light on but I kept knocking on the door. After a few knocks a light switched on, I kept knocking, I was desperate for something safe.

Brody opened the door wearing nothing but briefs, usually I’d swoon but it didn’t affect me.

“Elody, what’s wrong?” He bent down and noticed my face. My eyes were puffy and red raw.

I didn’t answer, I just pushed by him and went and sat on his bed.

He closed the door behind me and came over and sat with me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again. His face was full with concern.

Once again I didn’t answer, I couldn’t answer. I just leant up and wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t help it, as soon as I felt safe I just fully broke down. I cried inconsolably into his chest.

After a moment he wrapped his arms around me tightly, trying to help. He leant back against the wall behind the bed and held onto me. There was nothing I could do but cry. I knew if the dreams got to this point there was a high possibility that I couldn’t come back from this.

For what seemed like forever, but was probably only about half an hour, I finally stopped crying and was able to calm down.

Brody held onto me the whole time, brushing back my hair and rocking me, not asking a thing of me.

“I’m sorry,” I finally was able to speak.

“It’s okay, you scared me,” he said into my hair.

He leant back so he could look down at me, “are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know if I can,” I managed to say.

“I am here for you if you want to tell me,” he said.

I moved away from him and he dropped his hands. I sat cross legged in front of him, our knees touching and I thought about it.

I had already come here upset as all hell. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to finally tell someone. Maybe this could be the test, would he still love me knowing how scarred I was? How I let my unborn children be murdered? If he loved me surely he wouldn’t tell my secret.

I decided to tell him everything I could. After hours of telling Brody the longest story I’ve ever known and thousands upon hundreds of tears. My heart broke all over again, for myself, but mainly for my lost sons. A weight was lifted, but the pain will never fade, I could never recover from this, but it felt good to tell someone, it was a step forward to happiness, to closure.

After I couldn’t speak anymore I fell back asleep in Brody’s arms.