Page 87 of Bleed Me

CHAPTER NINETEEN

So very young, asleep in a bed, I would be startled awake as a man would crawl in under the covers. “W-Who are you?” Peering around, I would suddenly remember I wasn’t home, wasn’t in my own bedroom.

I would quickly try to get up, but the stranger who had me for the night pulled my naked body to his. “I’m Uncle Johnson.” He would chuckle at his gross joke as his hardened length would rub against my back.

As he began to groan, anxiously, I asked, “W-Where’s Jenny?”

Groan… “Oh, she’s visiting your uncle Stiffer.”

“No! Please tell him to take me!”

I was pulled to my knees and hands. “No, no, Kenny. Don’t fight me. You know that will only make it hurt.”

The stranger spit on his palm—

“It’s just me. Just me.”

Blowing out air, complete relief taking me over, I slumped back into the bed, burying my face in the pillow.

Justice asked, as she always did since we started this test, “Who are you?”

Not lifting my head, I lifted my right hand. “Giver.”

Soft skin would touch my back as she laid her cheek there. “Hi, baby.”

Muffled, I replied, “Hey, babe.”

Her fingers traced my Stallion tattoo. “You’re doing so much better.”

Little Gracie would sometimes cry, wanting to go home with her Daddy and Ju-Ju—what she called Justice. We didn’t dare let her sleep with us because of who might make an appearance that night. So, every couple of nights, Justice would wake me in a manner that always was a trigger.

“You miss him, don’t you?”

Justice kissed my back. “I keep picturing him locked away in some room, where he feels all alone.”

I rolled to face her. “You know that’s not how it works, right?”

She curled up to my chest. “I know. Just what I see in my head because I haven’t heard from him in so long.”

“Good news is, we soon get to sleep with a little girl kicking us all night.”

Sapphire’s belly was getting bigger than it did with Gracie. She was tired and wanting a break before my son entered the world.

Justice kissed under my chin. “Can you imagine what it will be like waking to her little puppy breath?”

“She ain’t a dog, babe.”

She pinched my nipple, “Nor am I stupid,” then wrapped an arm around me. “To see those blonde curls all messy first thing, oh damn, I just can’t wait.”

“Jenny had blonde hair.”

“Was she as adorable as Grace?”

My throat tightened. “She was an angel… who never got to smile.”

Justice could’ve sulked with me, but that wasn’t her style. “I bet she’s watching over Grace with fierce wings like the true angel she is now.”

“I love you, babe.”