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I will give her what she wants, of course, I fucking will, but once I know she can give consent and not based on her feelings at this moment, I never want her to get or feel ashamed or guilty from our sexual acts, so I need to make sure she is in the right state of mind, that and also her fucking body has just been beaten, I don't want to hurt her, not like that.

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Jaxon

Imake my way to the front door, take a deep breath, and open it slightly. He said he would come here and check in after Chad was arrested. He sounded like he was telling the truth, but people will say whatever they need to say. That doesn’t mean they will keep their fucking word.

“He is in jail,” I ask, looking into his eyes.

He slowly nods, but I can see it in his eyes: It doesn’t matter if he is in jail right now; he won’t be for long. Money can buy many things, I should know. Chad does, too, and with him coming from a highly respected family that donates to the college, I am not surprised that his daddy will get him off.

“For how long“ I ask as calmly I can.

He takes in a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair, telling me that he doesn’t agree with what he is about to say, but there is only so much he can do. “Until he can make bail,” He says softly.

“So that’s it then?” I ask, the anger starting to come out in my tone.

“Jaxon DV is hard; you know that it will take time to build a case,” He says, but I don't fucking like it; I don't like any of this. I understand the laws, I understand that there is only so much they can do right now. Their hands are tied. Mine, on the other hand, are fucking not tied by anything.

I have already said I have no lines I will not cross for Lil, and I fucking mean it. If they can’t keep him away from her, I fucking will.

I am trying to do this the right way, but if the right way doesn’t keep her fucking safe, then I will do it my way.

“Do you want to go upstairs and tell her that, or should I?” I ask.

“Just stay with her, stay close, and we will figure this out,” he says, trying to keep himself calm. I can only guess how often he sees this happen, and I can see in his eyes that he is a good man—I am not.

“I meant what I said; either you deal with him, or I fucking will,” I say as I pull back and slam the door.

I place my hands against the door and rest my forehead on it, taking a deep breath.

I can hear him walking down the steps making his way to his still-running undercover car.

Fuck.

I am not going to tell her, that he is only going to get a slap on the wrist, after three hours she finally stopped fucking crying.

I will not tell her anything that will put her back in that fucking mindset.

I push off of the door and turn around, I take the steps two at a time as I make my way down the hallway and back into my room.

We both need an escape and I know the perfect one.

I make my way across my room and stop in the bathroom doorway. My blood runs cold as I stand still.

Lil is standing in front of the mirror; there is blood running down her arm from the fresh cuts she made with the kitchen knife.

I take a step into the bathroom, keeping my eyes on her in the mirror. She has the kitchen knife against her throat.

“Darlin, you don't want to do that,” I warn her; I am fucking terrified right now; the thought of living in this world without her is not something I can fucking handle. I can’t live without her, and I will not live without her.

“Yes, I do. He is just going to keep coming,” she says with confidence, making my chest tighten even more. She is scared, and I am scared, but we will get through this together.

“I won’t let that happen,” I confess to her, pleading with her.

She stares at me, but I see her putting more pressure on the knife, enough that a small drop of blood rolls down her neck, making my stomach tighten.

I slowly make my way behind her, I reach around her and grab her hand and the knife.

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