My Possessive Temptation

Chapter 25

*Jade's pnt. of view*

When we walked back in the room, I made sure that my hair covered the mark that Lucas made on my neck. As soon as I was once again bound to my chair, my mom met my eyes and I assured her that I was okay with a faint smile, although my mind were screaming an entirely different story.

I couldn't seem to calm my mind. I was ripped between the fact that I enjoyed every second spent with Lucas, all the while I wanted to feel guilty for not feeling guilty for what just occurred behind Dean's back.

I mean anyone could call me crazy for wanting to feel guilty, knowing that guilt was an absolutely horrible feeling, but I mean I just didn't feel anything wrong with this current situation.

Even worse, the memories of Dean and I no longer made me feel butterflies in my stomach, nor does it make me smile, I just feel nothing.

But in total contradiction, a Meer thought of Lucas sends my nerves into a frenzy of excitement, and stomach starts doing flips. An eye contact from him, and my heart stops, but when he full on stares, silently demanding eye contact with me, I forget to breathe. Until he looks away due to my dad giving him death glares.

I mean, hey, I'm daddy's girl.

I was so drowned in my thoughts that it wasn't until I felt a sting on my cheeks that I was awakened from my gaze.

I turned my eyes meeting my attacker with an angry glare, and Tyler smiled and said "got your attention now."

I didn't even think twice, when I lifted my foot, and dropped it hard on his foot with all the strength I could muster.

He cursed painfully under his breath, then he once again looked at me and I pursed my lips as if to spit in his face again, but I guess he saw my plan in my actions because he quickly retired from invading my personal space.

I looked around me as the lights dimmed and the projector was set up with a video ready to play. Just as Tyler sat comfortably in as chair with a beer in hand, he pointed a remote at the laptop then he pressed play.

The video opened up to someone sitting, well bound to a chair, all bloodied up. He looked pretty bruised, and he seemed to be in a lot of pain, but most of all he looked all to familiar.

It wasn't until he spoke I knew who it was.

"You see what you made me do Jade? Here's your boyfriend now at my mercy, and all because you couldn't move on from him and be with me. The one that could give you all you want, need, and more. So now I'm gonna show you what happens when I'm displeased." Spoke Jake.

"You're a sick bastard." replied Dean."

He chuckled shaking my head while he said "tell me something I don't know."

He then placed the phone on a surface, at an angle where it will record everything, then he got up, and retrieved a gun.

Once he was ready, he placed himself face to face with Dean, by placing and pressing his foot on his injured thigh that has yet to heal all the way. He winced and hissed in pain refusing to scream, and Jake pressed harder, as if wanting him to howl in pain.

Dean locked his jaw and teeth and closed his eyes tight, and I could tell he was trying to hold back his cry, but it seemed as though Jake wanted him to scream, as if he wanted me to feel Dean's pain through his scream, which was pure evil and torture, then Jake pulled back and shot a bullet in the exact place where he stabbed him, and that's when Dean screamed.

It was filled with pain, anger, and agony, but most of all it was pure torture, and pain to my ears. Jake smiled satisfied with Dean's pain, and I could tell he enjoyed hearing Dean's painful scream because of the satisfaction in his face, then Jake walked behind Dean and placed the gun at the back of his head, and I froze, holding my breath.

No...

I sat stiff in my chair, wanting to look away, but couldn't muster up the strength to do so.

Jake then placed my finger on trigger ready to pull it at any sudden movement as I prepared myself for the worse.

Just as Jake placed his finger on the trigger ready to end Dean's life due to the green eyed monster, Dean lunged his entire body backwards causing the chair to fall on Jake.

He then propelled his legs up, and over rolling out of the chair, and getting his restrained hands in front of him, and he twisted his way out of his restraints.

Just as he freed himself, Jake tackled Dean throwing punch after punch in his face trying to get him disoriented, but as he went to throw another punch, Dean caught onto his wrist, and instead threw his own punch at Jake throwing him off balance, and off of Dean.

The two guys stood up circling one another, then Jake bent down and pulled out a knife from his left leg and ran towards Dean, as he slashed his hands from side to side.

Dean staggered back painfully avoiding the deadly slashes from Jake, just as he spotted the gun.

He jumped for it grabbing it on the floor, he turned without aiming and shot at Jake, who staggered back due to the gun shot wound in his stomach.

He fell slowly to his knees then smiled up at Dean, then he fell face first into the ground.

Yes! I smiled, Dean is okay. I wanted to jump up and down clapping with a huge grin on my face.

After a few seconds of realizing what just happened, Dean collapsed on the ground trying to catch his breath.

He closed his eyes as if he had an unbearable pain he was trying to ease when I saw a knife suddenly plunging in his chest, thrown by Jake.

Dean's eyes shot open and he instantly looked down to find a knife jammed into his chest.

Then he looked at Jake to find him breathe out one last time before his head dropped, with his eyes wide open.

Nooo! No! No!

Dean's breathing became heavier and I could tell he was in immense pain.

He mustered up all his strength and grabbed the phone that recorded everything that just happened, he switched the camera to selfie, and he winced at his own reflection.

He coughed up some blood before he manage to speak, then he said "Hey Jade, I don't know if you can tell but it's Dean. I don't have much time so I'm going to cut to the chase. I never meant for any of this to happen. I just couldn't resist being away from you and I guess I was being selfish for only wanting you all to myself. I remember waking up everyday looking forward to seeing your beautiful smile. Whenever I said something offensive it wasn't because I wanted to hurt you, but I didn't want any more males to have their eyes on you. I know you never noticed because boys weren't the first thing on your mind, but it still irked me at how they ogled you, but I can't blame them because you are beautiful. Not only that, but you're kind, you're sweet, yet you're not easy, you are stubborn, and you can take care of yourself, and you don't find that everyday. I cared for you more than anything, and I should've told you, and tried to do everything just to make sure that you were safe and all I can do now is say I'm sorry, for letting you go through all of this because of me, but most importantly I love you. I love you so mu- *cough cough*"

His words were cut off by the amount of blood clogging up in his throat, and as he failed to catch his breath, Dean closed his eyes with a smile.

No! No! Noooo! I didn't realize I was crying until my shirt started becoming drenched in my tears.

Dean can't be dead. It's just not possible.

When Dean spoke his last words, my heart constricted, as if suffocating itself to save me from the pain of losing him in such horrible state, but not only that, I was being tortured by regret.

When the blood chocked the life out of Dean, my cries and tears clogged in my throat seeming ready to do the same to me.

He loves me.

I mean, even in pain, he endured it just to say how he truly felt about me. I mean yes I cared for him, but his feelings for me were stronger than I thought.

Now I feel like a total bitch, I feel seriously guilty now and it's the worse feeling in the world.

I should've never went behind his back, and now because of me, he's dead. I mean I think he is, it's as if my eyes seen him die, but neither my heart or mind believed it.

But I'm hoping, just hoping that my heart and my mind are telling me the truth, and for once my eyes didn't show me the truth.