about what he thought of her. That was unusual for her with most men or boys. She liked to mess with them. Didn’t care if they wanted her or not, or liked her or not. She liked to control them, and make them uncomfortable. But not Will. She had no effect whatsoever on him. He didn’t react to her like any man she’d ever known.
Jessie laid her head on the armrest. She felt sick, tired, and numb, but she was okay. Sitting with Will nearby, she felt safe. She felt in control. She didn’t feel the need to get up and do something stupid or crazy so she could escape her own screaming thoughts. She didn’t want to crawl under the bed in fright at who might come through the door.
“I’m sorry, Will.”
He glanced her way and said nothing. Surprisingly, she fell asleep to the sounds of the TV and Will’s silent presence beside her.
****
Will saw her eyes close. The tension in his neck finally released when her body sagged into the armrest. She was asleep, and he was finally free of her. It was better to be with her when she looked like she did before the shower. The whorish aspect wasn’t anything he liked. And now? Now, she looked and smelled like a fresh, pretty, young girl. For a few seconds, with her hair pulled off her face, she seemed wholesome, sweet, pure, and almost like her sister. Now, she could be someone he might consider his type.
She also appeared as exhausted as she claimed she was. There were dark circles under her eyes, and the whites of her eyes were red-rimmed. Will couldn’t figure out what he was supposed to do about it. What would one night here with him do for her? One night’s sleep was nothing to what she had to face. She was pregnant. Traumatized. Suffering as much as he’d seen soldiers suffer after war zones. Jessie probably had a case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, as well as the ongoing case of dysfunctional family dynamics. All of which made him feel sympathetic toward her, but he knew he wasn’t the answer she needed.
She had to get serious professional help, both physically and emotionally. He just didn’t know how to convince her to.
He got up and s tared down at her. She couldn’t sleep semi-slouching on the couch. He leaned closer, sliding an arm under her legs, and the other under her shoulders to lift her next to his chest. She was small and light as she settled against him, barely opening her eyes. He was pretty sure this wasn’t a game. She didn’t seem to try her sex act with him. She didn’t see him like that. In a way, he wished she would, because it meant he was nothing to her.
He carried her to his bedroom, lay her down on the bedsheets, and pulled the covers over her. She shifted and turned to her side, away from him. He backed out and headed towards his kitchen counter where his laptop sat. He flipped it open, Googled Jessie Bains, and decided to see for himself what he was dealing with. There wasn’t a huge amount of info, but enough to give a pretty clear picture that Lindsey wasn’t lying about her. Jessie had been acting out for several years. There were numerous scandals and confidentiality agreements with the private school where Jessie attended high school. She was nearly expelled twice, but for what? It didn’t say. Of course, front and center was her sex tape. He eyed the closed bedroom door. What the hell? Wasn’t much he hadn’t seen of Jessie anyway. He clicked on the link.
He found it harder to watch now, after knowing her, than it was when he didn’t know her. It was overly graphic of her, but not her partner. He leaned back into his chair to watch with a clinical detachment most men never found with Jessie.
His ultimate deduction? Jessie was a screwed-up mess. Of course, the general hated the tape, since it was so public. It was explicit and kinky, what father wouldn’t react negatively to such a thing? But then again, why did she do it? Before the kidnapping, she was promiscuous and antagonistic. Why? Just to bother her
Jessie laid her head on the armrest. She felt sick, tired, and numb, but she was okay. Sitting with Will nearby, she felt safe. She felt in control. She didn’t feel the need to get up and do something stupid or crazy so she could escape her own screaming thoughts. She didn’t want to crawl under the bed in fright at who might come through the door.
“I’m sorry, Will.”
He glanced her way and said nothing. Surprisingly, she fell asleep to the sounds of the TV and Will’s silent presence beside her.
****
Will saw her eyes close. The tension in his neck finally released when her body sagged into the armrest. She was asleep, and he was finally free of her. It was better to be with her when she looked like she did before the shower. The whorish aspect wasn’t anything he liked. And now? Now, she looked and smelled like a fresh, pretty, young girl. For a few seconds, with her hair pulled off her face, she seemed wholesome, sweet, pure, and almost like her sister. Now, she could be someone he might consider his type.
She also appeared as exhausted as she claimed she was. There were dark circles under her eyes, and the whites of her eyes were red-rimmed. Will couldn’t figure out what he was supposed to do about it. What would one night here with him do for her? One night’s sleep was nothing to what she had to face. She was pregnant. Traumatized. Suffering as much as he’d seen soldiers suffer after war zones. Jessie probably had a case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, as well as the ongoing case of dysfunctional family dynamics. All of which made him feel sympathetic toward her, but he knew he wasn’t the answer she needed.
She had to get serious professional help, both physically and emotionally. He just didn’t know how to convince her to.
He got up and s tared down at her. She couldn’t sleep semi-slouching on the couch. He leaned closer, sliding an arm under her legs, and the other under her shoulders to lift her next to his chest. She was small and light as she settled against him, barely opening her eyes. He was pretty sure this wasn’t a game. She didn’t seem to try her sex act with him. She didn’t see him like that. In a way, he wished she would, because it meant he was nothing to her.
He carried her to his bedroom, lay her down on the bedsheets, and pulled the covers over her. She shifted and turned to her side, away from him. He backed out and headed towards his kitchen counter where his laptop sat. He flipped it open, Googled Jessie Bains, and decided to see for himself what he was dealing with. There wasn’t a huge amount of info, but enough to give a pretty clear picture that Lindsey wasn’t lying about her. Jessie had been acting out for several years. There were numerous scandals and confidentiality agreements with the private school where Jessie attended high school. She was nearly expelled twice, but for what? It didn’t say. Of course, front and center was her sex tape. He eyed the closed bedroom door. What the hell? Wasn’t much he hadn’t seen of Jessie anyway. He clicked on the link.
He found it harder to watch now, after knowing her, than it was when he didn’t know her. It was overly graphic of her, but not her partner. He leaned back into his chair to watch with a clinical detachment most men never found with Jessie.
His ultimate deduction? Jessie was a screwed-up mess. Of course, the general hated the tape, since it was so public. It was explicit and kinky, what father wouldn’t react negatively to such a thing? But then again, why did she do it? Before the kidnapping, she was promiscuous and antagonistic. Why? Just to bother her
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