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Blake

I watched the last video I had of her for the thousandth time. She looked so afraid. I had men searching the city.

I had just gotten back from an all night search when I got something on my radio. There was a girl just outside the gate on the road. She had her hands bound and I knew it was her.

I immediately began running down the stairs and shoved my way out the doors, leaving them wide open. There was a crowd of men, not all of them mine, in the road.

"Over here!" A man shouted to me. He wasn't one of mine so I wasn't sure why he'd direct me. That didn't matter. All that mattered was her.

I barked orders and made my way to her. There was a blindfold on the ground and a dirty green bandana in her mouth. Her hands were behind her. The next thing I noticed was the blood.

Blood covered her thighs. I dropped to my knees beside her. She was barely conscious. I gently pushed her legs apart to see blood going all the way up.

They took her just to... my girl... for two days she went through this person or... or these people beating and raping her?

I felt rage boiling in my veins until I looked at her face again. I choked out a sob.

"She's been..." I couldn't say it. I felt a tear on my cheek and it only fueled my anger. I started investigating her wounds. Aside from the worst of it, she had bruises all over her and blood on her face. She had skid marks bleeding on her arms and legs. Her hand looked to be broken. I watched her eyes close and I knew not to let her, but I couldn't make myself think clearly enough to help her. I just kept seeing her frightened face from the monitor and the blood. So much blood. She would've been screaming. Begging for help. Hurting, and I didn't save her.

I picked her up and carried her into the house, prepared to shoot anyone who even accidentally got in my way. I carried her up the stairs to my room.

"Call the doctor." I told a maid as I passed.

I laid Jade on my bed and grabbed a chair from across the room. I sat down and continued looking at her wounds. She looked so broken.

There was so much anger in me, but I also felt empty. I couldn't think straight, it felt like I was the one who'd been beaten. Seeing the blood on her thighs and covering her shorts was like they'd put a knife right into my chest. I grabbed her tiny hand in mine and laid my head on the bed beside her. I couldn't look at her like this. I sat there for a few moments and gathered my composure. I could finally breathe right, so I stood up and avoided looking at her. I walked to the bathroom and wet a few rags bringing them back to the bed.

I started with her face. Gently wiping the blood from her lips and cheeks. I wiped off her neck and noticed handprints on her neck. My anger brought tears to my eyes and I couldn't see straight.

The white rag was already a copper red color so I switched it for a new one. I wiped off her chest, moving towards her stomach and saw how purple and brown her skin was from the bruising. I needed a new rag.

I started on her arms, being careful not to hurt her hands anymore than they were. I needed a new rag after her arms too.

I looked at her legs and felt tears in my eyes again. A memory of my father from when I was a child came to mind.

I was crying in my bedroom.
Six years old.
Mom had gotten me a puppy. A real live puppy. It was beautiful. She was white with two black spots and big blue eyes.

Dad didn't know.

When he found out, I watched his fist meet my mom's face and she fell at my feet. I was holding the puppy, I'd named her Silk because she was so soft and pretty.

He grabbed her by the ears and I tried to take her back, but instead, I heard the crack of her neck. He dropped her body onto the floor and grabbed my mother. She screamed and he just pushed her onto the wall.

I knew where he was taking her. I knew I'd hear her screaming. He did this to her a lot.

I sat on the kitchen floor petting Silk's body for almost two hours before he sauntered down the stairs. He noticed me crying and hit the back of my head.

"Men don't cry you useless boy." He yelled at me. He grabbed her body and threw her into the garbage can. I started sobbing harder and he grabbed my arm, pushing his cigarette against it and listening to it sizzle on my skin.

"Daddy stop!" I'd cried.

"Men don't cry! You are as useless as your mother and you inherited her backbone too. I'll turn you into a man or kill you trying."

I gently started at her ankles and cleaned her legs. I didn't go to the top. Just halfway up her thighs and then I couldn't stop the tears on my cheeks. I felt like sh*t, sitting here crying and having let this happen to her.

I thought about what had happened to my mother, happening to my Jade. I couldn't stand the thought.

Looking at her cleaned up, her pale skin was now almost purple. She had handprint bruises all over her. There was still blood on her thighs and shorts. I couldn't make myself clean up any higher. I was worried it would hurt her. I was worried I'd find more proof it had happened.

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