Chapter 21: Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

Sidney's POV

I shifted uncomfortably as I felt Daniel’s intense gaze on me, memories instantly flooded in bringing back the pain with it. Taking deep breaths I tried to steady myself but failed miserably and ended up shaking uncontrollably.

Daniel moved close and pulled me into his lap. I sunk my head into his should inhaling his scent trying to calm myself and thankfully it did.

“It’s okay baby,” he said in a soothing voice, “you don’t have to tell if you don’t want to.”

Although he said that I knew deep down inside he wanted to know, and possibly help me but I wasn’t sure. This was something I pretended never happened, and now opening that chapter of my life one I promised not to tell anyone was a hard decision.

But I had to.

I was compelled by Daniel’s loving affections and it was also a way forward, for me.

“We were a happy family you know,” my voice shaking, however much I tried the nerves got the better of me and won every single time, “we were perfect but then one day everything changed.”

“I’m not sure about the details but he was in debt or something,” thinking back my vision blurred as stinging tears rolled down my cheek, “he got drunk almost every night, but that was okay my mum and I didn’t care as long as he was alive,” a big lump formed in my throat.

Daniel squeezed my hand reassuringly, silently telling me to carry on.

“What came next was even worst, he started beating mum every single day until she would faint or pass out,” I choked out, “scars, bruises and burn marks every single one of them was imbedded in my mother’s skin but still she stayed with that monster.”

Beside me Daniel’s body posture stiffened almost as if he knew what was going to come, it was almost as if he read my mind and the words that were about to come out of my mouth didn’t deserved to be said.

“Levy Jacobs is my father,” I whispered. The whole world stopped when I uttered them, he didn’t deserve to be called a father for anyone. He was a disgraceful and worthless parent that deserved to die in vain; just thinking that we share the same blood disgusts me.

I could tell by the silence and air in the room that Daniel was shocked, he was recovering from what I had said but I had been recovering from this my whole life and was still in pain.

Nothing anyone did or said made a difference to how I view fucking Jacobs; I refuse to believe that the monster is related to me. Ignoring the silence I took this as a cue to finish what I was saying so that Daniel could process all the information.

“He killed her you know,” I turned to face Daniel, “he murdered my mother and I saw it.” A loud growl was emitted from Daniel’s mouth and he was shaking furiously tightening his hold on me.

My head whirled with images of my mother’s bloody body, the only person who loved me had been taken away from me.

“I loved her so much, but her love for him was stronger which is why she didn’t leave him,” how could my mother love such a man, I questioned every single moment of my life, “she never gave up, and neither did he.”

That bastard was determined to kill anyone and anything, as long as he got into the gang he was fine with it: even if he had to kill his own family for it.

“Go on,” Daniel urged me, his teeth clenched and fist balled up next to him scared me a little but the look in his eyes allowed me to relax.

“He made it seem like she went missing and the police never questioned it,” I spoke, “then he started with me first it was just slaps on my face and scars on my skin from the bottles he threw at me,” I paused looking down at my fainted scars that were slowly fading. Daniel followed my gaze onto my arm and his eyes darkened at them.

“How many more?” he growled gripping my waist, I gulped and looked away in shame.

“Many more. He cut me, bruised me, punched me and tried to kill me but stopped every time,” I managed to say, “he nearly r-raped me but I ran away.”

That night had to be the worst night of my life; my father had gathered round some friends and told them that I was a slave so they could do anything with me. I screamed, shouted and cried but those cold hearted bastards just laughed at me in return punching me every time until they passed out and I escaped.

“But that’s not it,” I wiped away my tears balling up my fist, “every time I went to school people would make fun of me, my scars and ripped clothes but it didn’t bother me until they told me that I shouldn’t be alive,” I broke down into sobs remembering when I was ten years old.

Boys and girls bullied me, if I didn’t get enough beatings at home I would be verbally attacked at school by every person in my year. It got so serve that at one point I was crying every minute at school, maybe they were right that I should’ve just died.

Daniel grabbed my chin and twisted me so I was facing him, but I was too embarrassed to look at him that I kept my eyes glued to his shirt. Slowly he brushed away the tears on my face and took my hand lacing in him large one, a perfect fit.

“Don’t ever think that,” he whispered in my ear, “you are beautiful and deserve your life, hell you deserve much more than that,” he planted soft kisses on my cheek before pulling away and making direct contact with my eyes.

“Show me,” he said. I froze and my breathing hitched in my throat, show him.

Show him.

The scars, bruises and lines of torture inflicted on me for several hours and the shattered person that I had become. I shook my head, my words unable to form and my heart stopped beating. My world was going to end, but he didn’t give up.

“Show me,” he repeated, “you don’t have to be afraid of me Sidney,” the way he said my name made me instantly want to believe him but I couldn’t summon the courage, after all I was broken by my own.

“Please,” he murmured, my eyes found his and searched for any lies. My heart replying yes but my brain on lockdown as all I could do was stare and get lost in his deep eyes for ages before I gradually shook my head in reply.

He slowly picked me up bridal style from the edge of the bed and placed me in the middle before slipping into the bed behind me. His breathing was rapid and my heart was beating at an inhumane speed, nerves were becoming the better of me.

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I stared loving at her, she was fragile and afraid which made me want to fix her even more. How much of a blind idiot was I to not realise this in the first place?

My burning desire to kill that sick Jacob had grown; no one touches my girl and gets away with it. Past or not. Her eyes told me that her heart was still broken but despite all off this she saved my life, which made me want to protect her more.

I tugged her shirt that hugged her small body as she fidgeted nervously; because of that fucking Jacobs my baby girl was afraid of anyone touching her. I wanted to restore her faith in me; I may not have been the best husband at first but from now I was going to be there for her whenever I could.

Pecking her lips she relaxed a little as I swiftly pulled off her shirt, the first thing that hit my sight was the long scar across her belly which she hesitantly covered with her hands. Bit by bit I traced the outline of the deep, brownish scar that had been planted onto her lovely smooth skin. As I leaned forward she moved back in fear, looking up at her I said,

“I will not hurt you,” she tensed a little, “please trust me Sidney, I know we haven’t had the best chance but give me a shot at it and I won’t let you down,” I silently begged her, pleading with my eyes until she finally complied and kissed me back.

I kissed each of her scars softly; she shivered but then gradually accepted as I showered her with kisses.

Each scar had a long story, each scar had a deep meaning and I didn’t know but I wanted to. Now was not the right time, she gripped my shirt and pulled me closer. This gave me a better view of her back that was covered in three deep scars while the rest were fading; the sight caused me to shake violently in anger.

“It’s okay Daniel,” she yawned, “thank you,” she placed a small, warm kiss on me lips before nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck. Right away I wrapped my arms around her pulling her closer, her cold body shivered as I pulled the duvet on top of us.

Kissing the top of her head I watched as her angelic face fell into a deep sleep. I could tell by the way she was sleeping that she was at peace; Sidney was the most beautiful girl and woman I had ever seen. Her scars did not make me push her away yet it brought me closer to her, I was deeply annoyed at myself.

I was not the only one who has had great tragedy happened to my family, I guess you could say that the both of us were in similar situations but with different consequences and actions. I vowed that I was going to protect her, like I should’ve from the beginning.

My phone vibrated as a message from Brandon displayed on the screen, quickly dialling his number into my iphone he picked up after two rings,

“I’ve got every last information about him,” I could see the grin plastered on his face and I was in no mood for fun.

“Okay, at my house in ten,” pausing for a moment before I added, “tell Nate to order the guards around the perimeter of the house,” with that I hung up knowing that the two of them would be able to sort these things in less than a minute.

Tonight I felt different, with Sidney I didn’t just view her as any object that could be involved in sexual intercourses, and she was too precious to lose.

Her breath fanned on my skin, I placed soft kisses on her collarbone making her moan and I pulled away knowing that I had to protect my angel.

“I love you cupcake,” with a small kiss I jumped out of bed, tucked her in properly and quietly walked out of the room. Breathing deeply I considered whether or not to send her to school tomorrow or not, but what bugged me the most was what Brandon had told me.

I still felt that there was a part that she hadn’t told me.

A part that has her broken and deep in fear that she is afraid of anyone touching her.

My baby girl will get avenged, but first I have to make sure she was safe. From my cabinet nearby I grabbed a strong bottle of vodka and drowned it, I wasn’t a lightweight so I was sure that nothing would happen. The wait for Brandon was killing me, I wanted to know already.

Sidney the first and last thing on my mind, which made me realise that I actually was falling for her, hard and fast.

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