Broken Angel

Prisoner

I woke up, and he had already made me lunch. It was sitting on the table. No glass cup this time. I found the tin cup thing he gave me kind of amusing. Sitting up, I realized the door to get out was opened.

Confused, as he hasn't let me out at all. Maybe it's a trap? But what reason would he have to hurt me again? At least right now? Maybe he's coming right back.

Unsure of what to do, I just sat there and finished my food. I grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom to get dressed. I didn't want him to walk in and see me naked. And I didn't want him to hear me shut the door. I don't even know where he was.

It hurt to much to try and get dressed. I couldn't even lift my arms up without feeling like the glass was being pushed into my back all over again. It was pointless.

I gave up. Why do I care what I look like anyways. I'm stuck on this damn boat. Not like anyone will see me. Anyone I care about anyways.

walking out of the bathroom I decide to see why he left the door open. What can he do to me that he hasn't done already.

I wrap myself in a blanket, and I head right for the deck. I just want to feel the wind blow and maybe see where we are. I don't even like the sun, but I miss it.

Walking up the stairs slowly, as to hopefully not bring attention to me. But he is sitting there, like he was waiting for me. He gets up and comes towards me.

"There's my beautiful Angel, you didn't get dressed? " He said it with concern and as if nothing happened.

"I can't, I tried." I snapped. I wanted to say so much more, But I was in to much pain to go through that again. Looking around, the sun is so bright, but there is nothing in sight. Just water on all sides. I don't even know where we are.

He grabs my hand and walks me to the front of the yacht and sits making me sit next to him. Puts his arm around me and pulls me close to him. I flinch a bit in pain, But I don't want his attention."The only thing more beautiful than this view is you Angel" he says.

I roll my eyes but don't say anything. I just don't want to be locked back up. At least I know why he let me out now. I can barely move my arms, and there is nothing around.

Maybe I'll jump in anyways, drowning doesn't sound too bad. Then again, I know he won't let that happen. I already tried that.

He lights a joint and passes it to me. I hit it a couple times. I just want to get high and drunk and forget about everything.

"C-Can I have a drink?" I ask.

" You can have whatever you want, Angel" He stands up.

"The strongest liquor you have, works for me. I don't even care what it is"

Before walking away he grabs a pair of handcuffs and cuffs me to the bench.

"Don't want you to try anything stupid" He says with a smile as if it was funny.

I'm in to much pain and exhausted in every way to even care. Today is the 2nd worst day of my life, and I still can't make much sense out of it.

The only thing worse was the day my mom died. Was killed, I should say. My dad was never charged, they believed it was an accident. I know it wasn't. I was too young only 3, and afraid of him to go against whatever lies he told everyone. It didn't take long before he started getting physically abusive towards me. He was very good at hiding it from people, and so was I.

To be honest though. I would rather be there, then on this boat with Jax.

"What are you thinking about baby?" I hear him ask, as he walks up and sits down next to me. Handing me my drink. He knows me well, as he brought the whole bottle back, and a cooler full of drinks, and some snacks.

"Nothing, just want to go home."

"This is your home, I'll do anything for you. I love you so much. You will see how much I love you."

"Jackson, you need help, you can't just keep me here forever, I'll never love you. Not in the way you want me too"

Getting down on his knees in front of me, grabbing my hand. I refuse to look at him. I don't want to see his face.

"Don't be like this my Angel. I told you, no one will ever love you, not like I can. You don't have to worry about anything for the rest of your life. I have more than enough money, and I can give you anything you could ever want."

Pulling my not cuffed hand away from him, I lift up the blanket I had wrapped around me.

"Does this look like taking care of me you d***. You don't hurt people you love!"

Moving my hair away from my neck, I show him the bruises he left on my neck. He turns away, as if he's ashamed of what he did. "No! You asshole! You don't get to turn and look away. You did this to me!" Showing him the scrapes on my back.

"I'm so sorry Angel, I don't ever want to hur" He tried saying some bull s**t, but I didn't let him finish.

"Shut up! Don't even try to apologize to me, I will never forgive you for this! Now just leave me alone!"

He stands up "When you're done being a b***h let me know. '' he says as he pushes the cooler closer to me and walks away.

Finally some peace! I sit there as long as I can, trying my best not to cry, and not to need him. Part of me hates him so much, but part of me wants him to hold me and tell me everything will be ok. Like he did all times before when my dad would hurt me.

I never told him about my dad. I was scared my dad would find out, and hurt him. Now I wish I did. I wish my dad would have killed him.

Remembering just before all this happened. I was so stupid to think I could be happy. I moved out of my dads house, got a decent job, was taking classes online, still wasn't sure what I wanted to do, I had an amazing boyfriend.

Now he's dead and I'm stuck with this f*****g psycho. I don't even know where we are. No one would even be looking for me. Mike would have been, if he was alive.

Maybe they think I was killed too. In some ways I feel like I was.

My whole life, I always told everyone how I was gonna turn 18 and leave. And never look back. Maybe that's what everyone thinks I did. And that's why Jax knows he can get away with this. This must have been his plan the whole time. He's right though. I really am a stupid b***h.