Thin skin - Jaxson (TW)

Kenna had decided to do something for herself. After everything that had happened, she deserved to have some fun. She deserved to laugh. And she had been. She had laughed and danced and drunk. But now she needed to get home. She left the club and went towards her home. She was surprised when someone stumbled into her, and she took some time to recover her balance. Shortly after, she was pulled into a small alley. The hands on her shoulders kept a tight grip on her. She looked into the brown eyes of the man holding her. He pushed her backwards so she hit the ground head first. She got disorientated for a while. When she came to, she felt the weight on top of her, felt how every single one of her muscles was tense. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but it was covered with his hand. He had the other on her hip. It felt like his hand burned through her dress, burned her skin. She didn't know what to do, so she just looked up into the sky, trying to pretend like this wasn't happening. She counted the stars. Every single one of them. And he still wasn't done. She had to do something. She was not going to let somebody violate her like this. She felt around on the ground until she found her phone. She went into the contact book and dialed a random number. Hopefully it was somebody who wanted to help. Through the phone, you would be able to hear his groans and her strangled sobs. She wanted to fight him off, but his hands felt like iron on her body, keeping her trapped.

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It was one of those evenings where Jaxson couldn't find any sort of peace within himself. Being constantly on edge, paranoid, and restless was now a big part of his everyday, which had been the reason for him taking up teaching at the academy again, because juggling three different jobs at the same time kept him busy enough that the only time he kind of had spare time was at night. Even at that, most of that time was spent making new clothing designs for people but tonight he had nothing to do. He didn't even want to go for a party, because the noises had annoyed him last time and so he resorted to just go for a walk in a feeble attempt at clearing his own mind.

It was on his walk that his phone buzzed. Yes, he kept it silent. The ringing tone had triggered him on multiple occasions. And now it buzzed in his pocket so he quickly took it out wondering who on earth would call him this late at night, because most his friends were normal human beings, or at least not as night-active as he was. It was Kenna. They'd given each other their numbers just in case something would wrong. Mostly with him, but he'd never admit that. And now she was calling him, late at night. He picked it up, but before he even got to greet her, he could hear strangled cries and a very manly groan. Jaxson stopped dead in his tracks, staring blankly into nothing as he finally figured out that she was very likely in trouble. And that's when he bolted, trying to gather her scent.

He was very lucky that Kenna wasn't that far away. When he got to the small alley, her fear and the stranger's lust radiated into his core, making his hands tremble at first. Then they clenched tightly into fists as his own rage overwhelmed any other emotions he might have had. He walked slowly towards the two people, before suddenly moving fast, grabbing the man by his collar. From then on everything was almost a blur. He smashed the man into a wall, as hard as he could. Now the groans were from pain and not pleasure. Jaxson's eyes were contorted with deep hatred and anger as he saw Nicolas' face for just one split second. He drew and arm back before smacking the man in his face with his fist. Once. Twice. And just one more, for good measure. "How. Fucking. Dare. You," his voice was almost an inhuman snarling sound, and he was out of control as he kneed the man in his stomach before literally throwing him down onto the concrete, stomping his foot straight into his kneecap. The man was too fucked up to scream, but Jaxson could hear a strangled cry from him.

"I should kill you. I want to. You should die," he growled as he crawled down to sit on top of the man putting his hands on either side of his head, squishing, but not with all his strength. Just enough for it to be very painful for the man. The man's face was bloody and Jaxson could feel his lust had turned into complete and utter terror. But that didn't stop him.
"You fucking monster. You piece of fucking shit!" finally he managed to raise his own voice above the growl, practically yelling at the man, spitting him in the face as his entire body shook with uncontrolled wrath. Then he heard a whimper from Kenna and he slowly stopped what he was doing, looking over at her. He then crawled off the now unconscious man, slowly approaching her, very carefully. He was still visibly shaking from his outburst, but instead of rage there was now concern written on his face. "Kenna? Are you... No.. You're not," it was obvious that she was pretty fucking far from alright, but he didn't know what to say. It was difficult to find the right words and he didn't dare touch her just yet. Not after what she'd just been through.

Kenna didn’t know what to do. Her heart was beating so fast, every part of her body ached. She honestly felt like she might die then and there. It just hurt so much. She felt like something was being robbed from her. She felt paralyzed. She was sobbing against his hand, feeling like she couldn’t breathe. Like something very heavy was placed on her chest. What was even worse was feeling his breath on her skin, smelling the alcohol on it. She whimpered when he was pulled off from her. She barely noticed what happened around her. She still felt him on top of her, even if he was nowhere near her anymore. She lifted a shaking hand to her lips, covering her cries and whimpers as good she could. She just kept laying there on the cold ground, feeling just as cold as it. It wasn’t until she heard Jaxson’s voice she started to notice everything around her. The smell of blood was the worst. She didn’t know if it was her own or somebody else’s. She just knew it made her sick. She sat up and eventually stood up. With trembling legs, she moved away from Jaxson towards a dumpster nearby. She used it as support, before she bent over and threw up. She couldn’t handle this. It was too much.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand before she went back to Jaxson. She nearly fell to her knees at one time. ”Fuck,” she just said before she fell into his arms. She hid her face in his shirt. She just felt so numb, like she wasn’t herself anymore. The hair on the back of her head was washed in blood from a small wound in her scalp. It looked much worse than it was. She felt like somebody had just pulled a rug from beneath her, made her fall to the ground and stolen something that wasn’t there’s to steal. Her body was no longer hers. It had been invaded by someone else. She felt how her legs gave up and she would fall to the ground unless Jaxson kept her up.

The concern in Jaxson grew when Kenna withdrew from him, standing on her legs and walking towards a dumster, where she threw up. He quickly stood up, looking down at his bloody knuckles before returning his attention towards Kenna. The smell was very pungent, but then again, it was vomit. But mixed with blood and the feeling of fear and powerlessness radiating from her was enough for Jaxson's already jumbled mess of a brain to not work very well. He didn't think a lot, but when she returned to him, stumbling and nearly falling, he was right there, catching her as she fell into his arms. He quickly hugged her, the only thing he could think of, concentrating on her, and only her. She was safe, but she had experienced a horrible thing and Jax felt horrible for not arriving here sooner. Had he only known.

"It's alright, I've got you," he whispered into her ear as she hid her face in his shirt, revealing blood on the back of her head. It angered him once again. He wanted to stomp the other man, still laying on the ground, until he was a pulpy mass of blood, flesh and other disgusting things, but he didn't, because Kenna was here and he needed to help her.
As her legs gave up, Jax strengthened his hold on her oractically carrying her at this point. They needed to get away from here. He looked around. No windows in sight as of yet. Then again, maybe Kenna really needed to get to the hospital? She'd hit her head pretty bad.
"Can you walk? If not I'll carry you," he drew soothing circles on her back as he spoke, slowly backing away from the unconsciouss man. He wanted to put as much distance between him and her as possible. And distance between the man and himself, before he would go ballistic again.

She had a mixture of feelings roaming inside her, not all of them hers. There were some strong ones from Jaxson as well, feelings of concern and worry. And then there were some slightly weaker from her attacker. She couldn’t quite understand what had happened. She felt it once in a while, the fear and feeling like you were no longer yourself. And then she just felt numb other times. She couldn’t feel herself, not her body or her feelings. She just felt gone.

She just stood there while the world was changing around her. She knew it wasn’t always safe, but to her, it had only been one person. One person in the whole world she had to fear. Now it was everyone. If a stranger could do this to her, everyone else could as well. She heard his question but didn’t understand at first. She had to repeat the name a few times before she understood what he wanted to know. ”I think so.” She removed herself from him and took a few step forward. The she saw him laying on the ground, and she felt like she was laying on the ground again, completely helpless. She stumbled backwards nearly losing her balance. ”No,” she whimpered. She felt how cold her body was now, how the cold went straight through her and cooled her down.