Take me Home

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Throughout the week Jade had kept as far away from the sergeant's next door which wasn't hard as she was always running around setting up her new home. Her leg was aching, and she knew she needed to be taking it easy, but felt she had to prove to a certain pig-headed man she was fine. 

Jade was in the middle of painting her bedroom when a loud racket was heard from next door. Groaning, she listened to the sound of giggling wanting to throw up. Throughout the last week, she learnt that the wonderful Marcus or Marco liked to have frequent company throughout the whole night and parties that went well past her sleeping time. She didn't need much sleep learning to go with hours without sleep, but it was getting to the point where if she didn't get sleep soon, she would pass out from exhaustion.

Sighing, she looked around her bedroom to see most of it painted. The noises next door grew louder and Jade took this as her chance to leave. She went into her newly painted lounge room and admired the light grey colour that now covered the hideous green that once donned her walls.

Looking at the clock she saw that it was almost dinnertime. As she walked towards the kitchen, she felt her leg collapse under her causing Jade to fall straight to the floor. Not wanting to cry she bit her lip trying to think of anything to get her mind away from the pain radiating up her leg from overworking it. It felt like fire was spreading up her leg and if Jade didn't know any better, she would have thought something snapped by the amount of pain she was in. She knew when she saw her physio he would put her in a full leg brace.

She didn't have her phone on her and had no way of calling anyone for help. Not that she had anyone to call. Jade clutched the top of her thigh where the bullet wound tore right through all the muscle and straight to the bone. Thinking about the wound, Jade's vision started to tunnel in, as the sound of gunshots and yelling echoed throughout the room as it transported her back to her last tour.

Jade did not understand what was going on when Marco and Marcus burst into her room at the sound of her bloodcurdling screams. She did not understand who they were, and all she knew was that they were a threat and she needed to protect her men.

With the rush of adrenalin, she jumped up from where she was sitting and grabbed the knife she always kept on her.

"Stay the fuck away from me, you fuckers." She knew she needed to get a gun, but the ringing sound of a bomb echoed through her deaf ears.

"Jade, it's Marco and Marcus." They said worriedly as they watched her jump to the floor tucking herself into a ball.

"Marcus don't touch her," Marco yelled as Jade lashed out the threat in front of her. Marcus swore clutching his hand he had stretched out the grabbed the knife from Jade, not expecting her to slash it at him.

"Fuck you, you motherfuckers," Jade said as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed to the floor.

When Jade opened her eyes, her throat was dry and sore, while her leg was throbbing like a bitch. Grabbing her head which had a dull ache to it. She sat up too quickly causing all the blood to rush to her head.

"Jesus Christ." She muttered wondering what the hell happened. It felt like she had been out drinking all night and was nursing a hangover. 

"Hey, don't get up to quick." A voice said and Jade turned towards the voice to see Marco coming over with a glass of water.

"What happened?" She asked sculling the glass of cool water, savouring the feeling of the cool liquid running down the back of her throat.

"We heard you screaming and came in to find you in a middle of a flashback. You were out cold or a few hours." Groaning Jade grabbed her head now knowing why it was so sore.