"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."
Jazlyn Lennox has been through literal hell with discovering secrets from friends, family, and enemies. She struggles with how to cope with it all until her bestfriend brother Chris steps in and helps guid...
I shifted in my sleep as I heard my door shut, it was quiet but the sound of the door creaking made me nervous. Even though it was dark I could see a shadow moving around my room getting closer to me. I sat up scooting away when Charles grabbed my ankle pulling me towards the edge of my bed. I screamed but he quickly covered my mouth trying to slide my shorts down.
"Stop fucking moving" I bit his hand which only resulted in me getting punched in the face. My tears clouded up my vision as he forcefully tried to yank my underwear down. A muffled scream tried to escape my mouth as he unbuckled his pants. When I finally was able to I kicked him straight where the sun didn't shine.
"You bitch!"He groaned. I hopped up running out the door while pulling up my shorts. My legs were still going from the adrenaline ,and honestly I wasn't sure where I was going since I didn't bring my phone. Time passed by as I was finally getting close to some benches in a somewhat lit up area. There were shops around as well as street lights. I slouched back taking a well needed breath. My mouth was dry from screaming at him. I honestly felt worn out from the recent events and I definitely was not trying to go home until I felt like he would pass out. My vision was getting heavy when someone walked up to me.
"Jazlyn, what the hell" I heard a familiar voice before my eyes shut firmly.
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I opened my eyes seeing I was laying on a bed, instantly I got scared. I passed out at an unknown location and now my ass is kidnapped. I swinged my legs over and tried to stand up but my legs felt weak.
"Woah, slow down" Chris said, helping me sit back down.
"Uh how did I get here?" I asked, puzzled.
"I saw you passed out on a bench by my job so I just brought you back to my place" he said.
"I should get back home, what time is it?" I asked worriedly.
"Close to 2, what happened?" I looked away from him as I was rubbing on the forming bruise on my forearm.
"Nothing really, thank you though" I said trying to get up again.
"Come on" he said, leading me to his bathroom. I took a seat on his toilet as he went and grabbed a first aid kit.
"Jaz you can talk to me, what's going on?"
"It's really nothing. I was just leaving a party and probably passed out on the way home" I said, avoiding his question.
"In pajamas, someone putting their hands on you" he rubbed some ointment on some cuts I must've got from running down here. I looked down as tears started to form again. They threatened to fall. He had left but came back with an ice pack.
