Authors Note: I promised some people a while back that when I was ready I would post my first attempt at fiction on my blog. This was the first fictional novel that I attempted to write. It’s still incomplete as I got stuck writing chapter 10. It is a sadistic tale and in coming chapters there will be scenes that involve kidnapping and assault so please be warned if you are sensitive to such content. This story is NSFW! There will be sex scenes and there may even be a murder.
“I hate my life!” I screamed as I threw my alarm clock across the room. I know I’m going to be late for work, but I have a raging headache from all the wine I drank last night. What the heck is wrong with me? I’m sick and tired of dealing with idiots at work and really don’t want to deal with their bullshit today. I hate Mondays. I really hate Monday.
The weekend flew by yet again and I still have a mountain of laundry in the corner of my room. I just can’t believe I found Jax in my bed with Gina. Jax, my lumberjack of a boyfriend or should I say ex-boyfriend, was fooling around with my best friend in my fucking bed. She was always was a slut. I should’ve known she was after Jax. Since the day Jax and I first met, she was always trying to flirt with him. I smacked her one time and told her to get her filthy paws off my man. I can’t believe he actually cheated on me with that boobless bimbo. Who the hell uses “LOL” or “LMFAO” when speaking out loud anyway?
5 Years Ago
“Get it girl!” Gina shouted as I climbed up onto the bar top. We had stumbled upon a little dive bar during our summer break. It was nothing special. It wasn’t very lively. I was actually a bit bored until a live band started performing. Everyone in the audience stood there like zombies so I decided to bring some excitement to the bar. I hopped up onto the bar and began dancing.
Men started staring as I seductively swayed my hips. I guess I should’ve thought things through a bit more. I had been wearing a cropped white top, a black leather jacket, a mini black leather skirt, and black stiletto boots. Of course, I was going to draw attention moving like that. But that’s when I saw him. He was playing the bass. He was so into the music he was playing that he hadn’t noticed me. When the song ended, he looked up and instantly his icy blue eyes met mine. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was a red head and had a full on beard. He wasn’t that big of a guy, but he had just enough of a belly to make his lengthy body seem more proportionate.
That’s when I felt several hands grabbing at me. Startled by the sensation, I lost my balance and fell off the bar. These drunk and handsy men wouldn’t get off me until, that sexy lumberjack of a man stepped in.
“Get off of her!” he roared. Everyone looked up and cleared out of the way as he approached me. I was a mess. My top and skirt had been completely torn and I hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties so I was completely exposed. I quickly covered myself with my hands and looked at the cigarette covered floor as he took of his red checkered flannel and wrapped it around me. He took my face in his hand and lifted my chin so I was looking into his eyes. He could see the tears in my big brown eyes and mascara running down my pale face.
He helped me off the ground and buttoned the flannel so it was completely covering me. The lumberjack wiped the tears from my eyes before I collapsed into his embrace in a full on ugly cry. He stroked the hair out of my face and held me tight. Once my cry had softened, he tilted my chin so I was looking at him. I was so embarrassed in that moment. There I was an ugly crying mess wrapped up in the arms of this hunk of stranger.
“Hey there baby girl,” he said in quiet tone. “You’re safe now. But do you have a name?”
I stood there dumbfounded that he was still holding me. Then I heard him clear his throat before chuckling as he proceeded to tease me. “Now now baby girl, do you like what you see?” I went wide eyed and he continued to chuckle before he spoke up again. “Okay, let’s try this again baby girl. Do…you…have…a…name?”
I had turned bright red and barely got out a whisper. “Ummm, yes, ummm, my name is…umm…my name is…umm” I had completely forgotten my own damn name.
“What’s that now? Your name is Umm?” he said teasingly.
I didn’t think I could turn even redder. “Oh umm. No, it’s umm.”
“It’s Kenna! Her name is Kenna! And I’m Gina.” Oh lord, this woman, my best friend from high school, was actually trying to flirt with him right in front of my eyes. She tried to make herself sound oh so seductive when she said her name, but to be honest she sounded like a complete imbecile. Not that I’m one to talk since I completely botched my own name.
“I’m Jax. Kenna, are you okay?” The way he asked had sincerity in his voice and I could see the flecks of sapphire glimmering in his brightly lit eyes. I looked up and into his eyes and simply nodded my head, having no words to escape my mouth. He smiled at me and said, “Well okay then baby girl. Let’s get you and your friend home safely.”
Jax swooped me up in his arms and carried me outside while Gina scurried after us. He put me inside his old rusty red pick up truck and Gina slid in next to me. Jax walked around to get into the driver’s seat.
Gina, being the desperate skank that she was, begged him to go home with her. Jax, with annoyance in his voice, insisted that he drop her off first. We reached Gina’s parents’ place. It was a massive place, but such an architectural waste. It was a blob of white with dirt tinged windows. The yard looked like gophers had worked their best. The Marins liked to think they were rich; they were entitled and lazy, but couldn’t afford support staff. The house was run down and looked like it was the worst in town.
Gina hopped out of the car and tried to change Jax’s mind. Jax clearly annoyed, let out a grunt and drove off without a second glance at my desperately slutty friend.
Jax continued to drive and missed the turn for my place. I was confused at where he was going until he pulled out of a little cafe. I looked at him with questioning eyes. He understood the look on my face and proceeded to explain. “Look, your friend is just not my type. I offered you a ride home because when you looked into my eyes on that bar top, I was completely mesmerized. I didn’t want this night to end on a sour note, so I thought I’d buy you a coffee to give me more time to convince you to let me see you again.” With that, he leaned over the center console and place a warm gentle kiss on my lips. His lips tasted of a mix of whiskey and cigarettes, but it was a taste I’d never forget. It was a kiss that turned a moment into these past five years.
Reminiscing on how I met Jax, I stumble out of the bed and fall flat on my face. I begin to pick myself off the cold hardwood floor. Ouch, my head really does hurt.
Finally reaching the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror and scream with horror, “What?!?! What the hell?!?! Fuck!!! That thing is huge!” There is a gash the size of Texas right above my right eye. Blood is dripping down my face and I’m panicking. I can taste the coppery liquid entering my bloodstained mouth.
“What’s happening to me? The room seems like it’s spinning. What do I….”
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