My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 6

Jaze looks down on the sleeping girl in his arms wondering where she came from and what

made her into this broken soul that she is. Gently he strokes her red hair enjoying how soft it

feels between his fingers. The unusual deep color fascinates him. It took some time to both

wash it and get all the tangles out but he was right when thinking she's a beauty underneath all

the dirt. His dark eyes wander over her sleeping form slowly feeling awestruck at the sight

before him. Fair, light, skin and waist long red hair that makes those amazing blue-greyish eyes

stand out. Petite body and not very tall, seems to be malnourished, but strong at the same

time. Only sad part was when he saw all those scars littering her small frame. It was as if

someone had gone all out in full rage and caused havoc without mercy. New scars made upon

old ones and making them worse. He saw recent marks around her wrists and ankles indicating

she's been tied up. Fresh bruises around the ribs, stomach and thighs. Marks around her throat

as well as on the legs which shows partial hand prints. Momentarily closing his eyes, he takes a

few calming breaths while wondering how someone can be so cruel.

"Where did you come from, little mousy..."mumbles to no one in particular and slowly opens

his eyes only to be met with a pair of blue greyish ones. Total silence settles in the dimly lit

bedroom. Both are looking into the others eyes and Jaze can see all the emotions, such as fear,

uncertainty and confusion swirl around in her big eyes. He also feels how tensed up her entire

body is and after seeing all those scars and bruises it’s not hard to understand why. In an

attempt to appear less intimidating, he slowly loosens up on his hold as a sign he won't do

anything if she wishes to shift, sit up or move away. The moment his arms are removed she

quickly moves out of his hold but remains on the bed. Just more towards the end.

"Who are you?" She whispers after several minutes of silence.

"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." he answers calmly. Jaze can see hesitation and the very

prominent fear in those doe-like eyes but something similar to curiosity also flashes by,

although very briefly.

"You didn't look."

He watches as she turns her eyes elsewhere as if in shame and that confirms his suspicions that

something is really wrong. A sudden urge to make everything right, to keep her safe and far

away from whatever damaged her so much takes root in him. "Did you want me to look?" He

watches her almost freeze up like she a few times earlier. "It's okay, you can be honest with me.

I won't get mad or hurt you." he reassures softly glancing at all the marks and scars not hidden

under the clothes. Slowly she shook her head no. "Thought so."

"You didn't see anything?"

"I did see your scars, marks and bruises but I kept it professional."

She only nods her head in confirmation letting him know he answered right even though it

wasn't worded in the open.

"Are you hungry mousy?" he asks wanting to change the subject.