Fighting to be Free by Kirsty Moseley (15 page)

Wait, is she crying because I got hurt? My heart skipped a beat at the thought, she must like me a little to be upset that I got hurt, right? I really wanted to believe that.

“Jamie, this looks awful! The doctor really said it was ok?” she asked, sitting on the bed next to me, looking at my body with a horrified expression. I glanced down, the bruises had gotten worse since I got dressed this morning and almost my whole upper body was now shades of red and purple.

She groaned as she moved and looked at my back, “Jeez Jamie, your backs even worse,” she said quietly.

I closed my eyes as she kissed across my back gently, it felt so nice, her fingers trailing across the healed scars tenderly. I pulled away from her, disgusted with myself and grabbed my t-shirt, moving to put it back on.

“Oh crap, did I hurt you?” she asked, wincing slightly, looking at me apologetically.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. I just don’t want you to think you have to do that, it‘s not nice for you to do that, it‘s ok,” I said turning my nose up. Her pretty mouth shouldn’t be anywhere near my disgusting body.

She frowned and gripped my top just as I was about to pull it back over my head. “I don’t understand, what’s this about then? Your scars?” she asked, quietly.

I groaned, I didn’t want to have this conversation. “Ellie, look just leave it, ok?” I pleaded.

She shook her head and pulled the t-shirt out of my hands, throwing it on the chair. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed lightly, I allowed her to push me down onto my back. She moved and straddled me but she was obviously being careful not to touch me in case she hurt me. She leant over me, resting on her forearms either side of my head, our faces inches apart.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, I can see that and that’s fine, but you shouldn’t keep thinking that there’s something wrong with your body, Jamie. Honestly, you are sexy as hell,” she stated, looking right into my eyes.

She couldn’t really think that, no one in their right mind could look at that and find it sexy.

“Ellie, I know I‘m not,” I started, but she put her hand over my mouth, stopping me from talking.

“You’re not listening to me, Jamie. These scars….” She sat up and trailed her fingers over my chest gently. “….these scars make you who you are. I don’t know what happened to you, or how you got these, but you’re still here. You survived all of that, and it’s made you the person who you are today, it didn’t beat you, it probably made you stronger. These don’t make you any less attractive. Believe me Stud, every single inch of your body makes my mouth water,” she said, blushing slightly.

I looked in her eyes and I could see she wasn’t lying, she really wasn’t bothered by my scars at all. I felt my heart sped up, this girl really was incredible. I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her down to kiss me. She pulled away and kissed down my neck, I closed my eyes and she kissed all over my chest and stomach lightly, trailing her tongue across my scars. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I had honestly never been this happy in my whole pathetic life.

Ten minutes later she was done and I was so freaking hard it was unbelievable. Not that I would have been able to do anything about it, I could barely move. She pulled away and laid next to me on the bed, “Better?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, hell yeah it was better, that was such a freaking turn on. “Yeah, thanks.” I brushed her hair from her face lightly, damn she is so beautiful and just adorable too, I can’t believe she brought me medicine and food because she thought I was sick, I’d only known her for three days. “So, did you change the ring tone that Stacey put on your cell?” I asked curiously.

She giggled and blushed, shaking her head. “Not yet, but I will.”

“Let’s hear it,” I said, laughing as I grabbed my cell phone off of the side. I dialled her number quickly, she gasped and tried to snatch it from my hand. I laughed and kissed her, waiting for it to start.

“I….I….I….I can make your bedrock”
started blasting from her bag.

I burst out laughing as she pulled the pillow from under her head and put it over her face, giggling. I pulled the pillow off, grinning, letting the phone continue to ring, “I can make your bedrock?” I asked, smirking at her.

“The chorus is worse,” she whined, turning an adorable shade of red. I bent my head and kissed her, tangling my fingers in her hair as the song continued in the background, something about my room being a g-spot and call me Mr. Flintstone. This Stacey girl really was funny.

After making out for about half an hour, she sighed, “I should go, my parents will be wondering where I am,” she said frowning. I didn’t want her to go, maybe she didn’t want to go either, I hoped that was what she was frowning about.

“So, do you think I could take you out Friday night?” I asked hopefully.

“I can’t, Friday’s game night.” She cringed slightly as she said it.

“Game night? What kind of game?” I asked, intrigued at what sport she would play.

“Football.” She shrugged. She played football? Wow, I didn’t see that coming.

“You play football? Really?” I asked, looking to see if she was lying.

She burst out laughing and shook her head. “I don’t play, I’m on the sidelines, Stud.” She smiled and rolled on top of me, but barely touching me.

I slid my hands down her back and gripped her ass, “Really, you like watching football?” I asked smiling. I really knew nothing about her at all, but I sure as hell wanted to.

She shook her head turning her nose up, “Not really, I kind of have to though. Well, I pretend to watch anyway.”

“Why?” I asked confused, if she didn’t like football then why watch it? Maybe she was into jocks, I bet Mark played football.

“I’m head cheerleader.” She shrugged.

Holy shit, I was screwing a cheerleader? I groaned as a thousand lustful thoughts of her in a little cheer uniform, were flooding my brain. “Shit that’s hot! Seriously, you’re a cheerleader? You have a uniform?” I asked, I could feel myself getting hard again.

She nodded and rolled her eyes, “What is it with guys and cheer uniforms?” she teased, trailing little kisses across my cheek.

“Seriously Ellie, you wear those little gym shorts under your skirt?” I asked, my voice filled with lust.

She giggled against my neck, “Yeah,” she mumbled, sucking on the side of my neck. I smiled that she was giving me a hicky, payback I guess.

“What colour are they?” I asked, moving my hand from her ass and slipping it between her legs, rubbing her gently through her jeans, ignoring the pain from my hands. She moaned breathily.

“Well, why don’t you come to the game Friday, and maybe I’ll let you see my gym shorts up close,” she purred, sounding sexy as hell.

“Yeah? I’d love to watch you shake your………..pom pom’s,” I answered, suggestively, making her giggle again.

She kissed me again before pushing herself up, “I need to go, Jamie. So I’ll see you Friday then, game starts at seven in my school field. I’ll be on the sidelines, if you want to come say hello,” she said, grabbing her bag from the floor.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” I pushed myself up and grabbed my t-shirt.

“Oh wait, I almost forgot the reason I wanted to see you today!” she cried excitedly. I watched, confused, as she dug around in her bag, grinning. “I stole something from you yesterday when I left.”

Stole something? What the hell did I have to steal? She pulled out my ripped photo and held it out to me. She took my photo? Why on earth would she take that? “Why did you take that?” I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat at the sight of the ripped photo of my sister.

“I needed it so I could get you this.” She smiled, holding out a white envelope.

What the…. “What is it?”

She laughed, “Well open it and see.” She shook the envelope at me, urging me to take it.

I took it out of her hand and opened it, inside was a photo of Sophie. Holy shit! I looked at it shocked, how could she have gotten this? It felt like my heart stopped, this photo was so important to me, it was the only thing in the world that mattered to me, the only thing of any value and when I saw it had been ripped I felt my heart break all over again at the loss of her. How the hell could this girl that I’ve known for three days do something like this for me? She barely knew me, yet she went to all this trouble. She really blew my mind, and just left me speechless.

She pointed to Sophie’s face, “They couldn’t get the line to go completely, and the hole at the bottom looks a little….. strange,” she said quietly.

I raked my eyes over it slowly, the photo looked almost perfect to me.

“How did you do this?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“I took it to get it restored.” She shrugged dismissively, as if doing the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me, was no big deal. I’d never had anyone think of me like that before and to be honest I just didn’t know what to do or say. I wasn’t used to being treated nicely.

“Thank you,” I said gratefully.

The words just didn’t seem enough, this meant more to me than anything. I could feel my eyes starting to prickle, so I looked away from the photo quickly, I never cried, I cried at Sophie’s funeral and that was over four years ago. Before that, I probably hadn’t cried since I was about seven years old. Crying didn’t get you anywhere, you just had to suck it up and deal with what life threw at you.

“You’re welcome, I could tell you were upset about it,” she said, biting her lip nervously. “There’s a disk in there too, so you could get more copies if you wanted to.” She nodded at envelope that I was still holding. Jeez, she is so incredible. “Well, maybe I’ll see you Friday then, Jamie,” she said, grabbing the door handle to leave.

My heart took off at the thought of someone hurting her, “Hey wait! Don’t go out there on your own.” I put my hand on the door, holding it closed.

She rolled her eyes and smiled, “My, we are a gentleman,” she teased.

“I’m not a gentleman, I just don’t want you to get hurt by the scum that live in this building.” I pulled my t-shirt over my head quickly and slipped on my sneakers. I grabbed my keys from the side and slid the photo into my pocket and took her hand, pulling her close to me as we stepped out of the door.

I walked her out of the building, glaring warningly at the guy who immediately started checking her out. She shank against my side, making pain shoot up my back, I pulled her even closer as the prostitute stood up smiling at me seductively. “No thanks,” I stated, shaking my head, making her sit back down. Ellie started to giggle next to me as we walked up the path.

She led us over to a Volkswagen Beetle. “This is your car that’s always breaking down?” I asked smiling.

She nodded and laughed, “Yeah, I love my car but it’s not too good when it refuses to start about twice a month.” She patted the roof of it lightly, smiling.

“Well, it just so happens I’m pretty good with all things mechanical, so I’m only a call away, and I take payment in kind,” I said suggestively. I pressed her lightly against the car, leaning in, loving the feel of her body against mine. She put her hands on my ass, pulling me closer as I kissed her deeply, setting my whole world on fire. I pulled out of the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers,

“Thank you for the photo.”

“No problem,” she smiled, tilting her head up to kiss me again, I pressed my lips to hers softly.

Reluctantly, I pulled away and moved back, knowing I needed to let her go home before her parents started to worry. All I wanted to do was carry her up to my room, lock the door and never leave. I opened her car door, not really wanting to have her here longer than necessary.

“Ellie, promise me you won’t ever come here again,” I instructed, looking at her intently. She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious. This is important, you don’t come here again, I mean it!” I looked her right in the eyes, wanting to make sure she understood.

“Ok stud, whatever you want,” she said, kissing me again lightly, before climbing in her car.

I shut her door and stepped back, watching her start her car, the engine was a little whiny, sounded like it needed a service and an oil change to me, maybe I’d do it for her next week. I watched her drive up the road and disappear from sight before I headed back inside, I couldn’t stop the smile I had stretched across my face. I had never been this happy in my life, and it was all down to this girl.

Wednesday passed the same as Tuesday, I didn’t really do much. I rested as much as possible so that if I was working on Thursday, I wouldn’t be suffering too much. I strapped my two broken fingers together, which seemed to stop them from throbbing as much, which I was grateful for.

On Thursday morning I made my way to the scrap yard, praying that this would work out, otherwise I’d have to go and work in Brett’s club, but that would be weekends and I didn’t really want to do that if I could help it.

As I walked in the office, Connor, looked at me shocked. “$hit, Jamie! What the hell happened?” he asked, concerned.

I’d already decided to lie and try and play up that this wasn’t my fault in a bid to keep this agreement open. “I got mugged, I’m ok,” I lied, shrugging.

“Damn, did they catch the asshole?” he asked, pulling a chair over for me to sit in.

I waved it off, “I’m fine honestly. No they didn’t catch him. Is your Dad here?” I asked, hoping he would say no, I didn’t really wanting to meet him for the first time looking like crap.

“Yeah, he’s in the back office.” He nodded to the door behind him.

“Yeah? Did he say anything about the auction?”

He nodded, “Go speak to him,” he said smiling. Ok, was he smiling because it went well and that’s a good smile, or is that a
I don’t want to give you the bad news,
kind of smile?

I headed over to the door and knocked, “Come in,” he called. I headed in and he looked up at me shocked. “Wow, what happened to you?”

“He got mugged,” Connor called from behind me.

“Shit, that’s bad luck. They get anything?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“Yeah my wallet, that’s it though,” I lied.