Taken

Chapter Eight

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-I'm gonna warn y'all before You read there is a bit of a smut warning.-

*Johnny's Point of view*

As I shut the door to my room leaving Cassie behind, I could barely fight the urge to go back in there and let myself do something I know she's definitely not ready for yet. As I made my way into the downstairs I could tell that I would definitely be in need of a cold shower. God shes just so perfect. My beautiful baby. I went downstairs first to put my password into the TV so she could start when she was done, and then headed on up to the guest bedroom.

Fuck it I though as I laid on the bed. Cold shower wasn't gonna cut it. I laid back on the bed in the guest room as I got to work on myself and thought about Cassie. God her fucking lips. I just wanted to feel them around me right now. Forcing her up against a wall, and gripping that pretty little neck of her's. What really drove me over the edge though was when she called me daddy. Fuck it was music to my ear I almost took her right then. That drove time over the edge this time. I groaned out as I felt myself release into my hand. I sat up a little out of breath, and got up to go take the shower I came in here planning to take.

I hopped in, just doing the regular things, taking a little extra time down there again, before I tuned the water off and dried myself down. Cassie must already be downstairs I thought as I looked at my watch. I took way way longer than I thought I was going to. I hope she was able to get the show on okay and didn't need anything to eat. Oh fuck I haven't fed her today I thought. She must be starving. My poor baby.

I rushed down the stairs to get Cassie something to eat when I saw her passed out on the couch. I quietly walked over to her careful not to wake her up. She was so beautiful when she slept. She just looked so peaceful. As I got closer to her I started to see tear what looked like tear stains covering her face. She must've had a bad dream I thought. I frowned at the thought, and crouched down in front of her. I ran my had along her back, trying to coax her to wake up. "Love could you wake up for me baby girl hmm?" I asked sweetly.

She started to fuss underneath my hand, and I watched her slowly open her eyes, my heart breaking as I saw tears brimming her eyes. I stood up, and slipped onto the couch so that I was right next to her. "Oh baby whats wrong love?" I asked. She just teared up more as I asked. I could tell that this was something more than just a dream and it was killing me. I tried to analyze everything I had done today hopping I wasn't what upset her. But I mean she doesn't exactly have an attachment to me. I'm keeping her here against her will, I don't think she even cares about what I think, but i'm hoping to change that.

I held her in my arms whispering sweet things to her as she sobbed on my chest. I rubbed her back as I felt the tears start to come to a lull, and were replaced by the occasional hiccup. "Love?" I asked. "Whats got you so worked up baby?" "I felt her tense up as I asked. "I-I -I" she started to stutter out. "Deep breaths baby. You can do it love. I've got you." I felt her try to calm her breathing before she started again. "After what happened upstairs, I just yo-you wouldn't look at me and I-I thought I did something wrong." Fuck I thought. I hurt her, I left her like this I should've thought about what she needed before I raced out of there to go get some for myself.

She took another deep breath before continuing. "I feel I don't know right know. Just uncertain. My mind doesn't know what to do, or how to make decisions. I think i'm still in shock I don't know." I frowned again at the thought of that. "Could you give me an example love?" I asked. "Like I-I feel safe in your arms, I want to be close to you, yet at the same time my mind is telling me that the only thing that makes me feel safe right now is bad for me." she said. My heart just up and shattered at her words. I was hurting her. Me. I was hurting my baby not some stupid nightmare. I had to help her understand that everything was going to be okay. "And when you left" she continued. "I thought I did something wrong. You wouldn't even look at me." she whispered out, her voice breaking at the end. I could feel her start to cry again and could feel my heart start breaking anymore.