“My parents were killed in car crash. There was no one else to take me in, so I got handed over to state care. I was told that no one wanted to foster or adopt teenagers, so I was put in this group home.”
Her voice was void of emotion, just stating facts like she was telling me the weather report or something.
“How long were you here?”
My voice wasn’t like hers. It cracked with emotion as my heart bled for what she’d suffered through.
“Not long. Only six months. Turns out some teens do get fostered…”
The room swirled around us and reformed to show an older man in a suit guiding her out of the group home and into a car.
“By monsters. I had no idea the beatings I was getting from those girls would seem like heaven before long.”
My body was still held firm, unable to move. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see what was going to happen next. I could guess. Even back then, before her body had finished maturing, she was fucking gorgeous. Another swirl and I watching the car pull up to a large mansion. Fuck, this guy was loaded. That meant he most likely had power in the town, power he could use to get away with shit he should never have done.
He opened her door and helped her out of the vehicle with a smile. She looked so fucking innocent and nervous but put her hand in his and let him lead her inside the house. The second the door was shut, he spun her roughly up against the wall, his hand around her throat.
“You are here for one purpose, girl. To earn your keep. Pretty little thing like you will make me some fucking bank.”
A growl rumbled up my throat as once more I tried desperately to break free. This fucker was going to rape and pimp out my mate! He tore off her clothes until she was naked and sobbing. Her hands pulled at the fingers wrapped so tightly around her throat.
Ghost Jolie moved to stand in front of me, her form solidifying so I couldn’t see through her anymore. She cupped my face in her palms, holding my gaze with hers so I wasn’t focused on the horror taking place around us.
“Don’t watch, Neo. You don’t need to see this. No one needs to ever see this.”
“I want to kill him. To tear him apart and bathe in his blood. He hurt you!”
A soft smile spread over her lips. “Oh, my sweet blood thirsty man. You have no idea the hell he put me through.” She frowned at me with her head tilted. “I’ve never had anyone be protective over me. It’s strange.”
I could hear the sounds of the man raping my girl but thankfully couldn’t see it because Jolie continued blocking my vision with her body.
“Is he still alive? Tell me where to find him.”
She chuckled. “Oh, he’s well and truly alive. Why do you think I’ve been running?”
“Where. Is. He?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “No idea anymore. I always assume he’s looking for me. He was no doubt rather unhappy that I left.”
The dream swirled around us again, and she stepped aside so I could see a slightly older version of her, maybe sixteen or seventeen now, curled up in a fetal position in a bed. She was naked except for the chain around her ankle, and there were no covers on the mattress for her to use to get warm. Her skin looked a little blue to my eyes as she shook and tried to make herself smaller. The door to the bedroom banged open.
“You learned your lesson yet, girl?”
“Y-yes, s-sir.” Her voice stuttered as she shivered.
“You don’t fucking run from me. I’m all you got. You should appreciate what I do for you.” He stripped as he approached the bed, pulling his hard dick out of his pants as he reached her. “Show me how much you appreciate what your daddy does for you.”
I slammed my eyes closed as I felt fur ripple over my skin. I wanted to shift, to go attack this motherfucker and gut him where he stood. To end Jolie’s torment.
“Enough.” My voice was hoarse and rough with my agony of watching her suffer.
“You can open your eyes now. It’s over.”
Holding my breath, I opened one eye to see a very different yet equally painful scene. Jolie was now an adult, this was recent. Like in the past couple of years. She was in a simple white dress and standing next to an older man in a suit. The man looked like a fucking accountant or lawyer or something. He had his chest puffed out like he’d won the fucking lottery or some shit, while Jolie looked vacant. Her eyes were hollow, her small smile fake and practiced. Her bastard foster father was there keeping a close watch as the couple stood before a judge and got fucking married.Fucker.My heart felt as though it was going to burst from my chest, torn to shreds watching some other bastard lay his hands and mouth on my girl.
“I was getting too old for most of his clients. So he sold me off to be married to Trent.”
I pulled at my arms and legs again. Surely whatever was holding me had to give way at some point. But whatever it was that held me seemed unbreakable.