My head was pounding when I came to.  I was on the cold floor still. There was no heat left in my body.  I winced at the sharp sting from the side of my temple.  I placed my hand to my head and felt the moisture on my fingertips from a different spot than before.  When I pulled them away, they were covered with my blood.  The metallic fluid fell into my open mouth and I tried to spit it out. 

Jenna must have hit me again while I was out again. I didn't understand why she just didn't finish the job if she hated me so much. It was like she wanted to watch me suffer. 

I looked up towards my brother, who was still shackled on the bed.  Jenna was straddling his lap and laying her head against his chest.  She was running her hands up and down his body, nuzzling into him as she rambled into his skin.

"Ezra, I always knew you would come back for me. We can be together now. She won't come between us anymore. She's gone now; I finished her. I will finish off her slut mother soon too. I will save you from them."  She leaned in and kissed the crook of his neck and slid her tongue over his skin, trailing it over his jawline slowly. She began moaning against Jax like she was in heat.

"I told you. I'm Jax. I'm not my dad." Jax whimpered.

"Don't tease me, Ezra." She giggled, leaning towards his mouth and bit at Jax's bottom lip.

The delusional bitch really thought that Jax was my Dad.  Now the text made sense. What the fuck was wrong with her?

I tried to push my body up. I had to get to her to get away from my brother.  I collapsed on the floor again, unable to stand.  Between the trauma of my injuries and the morphine coursing through my veins, my body was giving up on me. 

"Get away from him." I yelped from the floor like a wounded animal.  The effort to get her attention only made my head pound that much harder. It didn't hurt as much anymore, but I could feel the slow pulsing of my heartbeat in my temple.  My mind registered that it should hurt, but there was a disconnect with my body due to the drugs in my system.

"Shit, that should have been enough to kill you. You really are quite the little junkie. Hang tight for a few minutes. I'm going to fuck your Daddy real quick and then I'll get you some more. I'll make sure it is enough this time around." Jenna threw her head back and her shrill fiendish laugh assaulted my eardrums.

"Please just let him go," I begged when her head lowered and she looked hungrily at Jax.

"You've taken him once from me. I'm not going to let you do it again. Tell her Ezra, tell her you belong to me."   She kissed Jax's mouth and bit at his skin on his cheek. 

"Stop, he's just a kid. You don't want him. He has nothing to do with this."  I tried to pull myself over towards the bed. 

"Shut your fucking mouth, Jessa," Jax commanded.

This was not the time for the little brat to get angry at me for calling him a kid.  He was a kid. An oversized, giant one, but still a kid.

"I love you, Ezra. Be with me again. I will make you so happy, baby. I'll give you this anytime and anywhere you want it."  Jenna positioned her hips to press against Jax's boxers.  I had maneuvered in that way many times.  I knew what she was about to do.

Jax looked at me as I struggled to try to get my body to move to him.  How much did she give me?  Why couldn't I get my body to move like it should?

Jax closed his eyes and did something I wasn't prepared for. He leaned into her mouth and shoved his tongue down her throat.  Jenna moaned loudly and began rocking her hips over him.  She ran her hands up and down over his innocent, abused skin. 

"I knew you still wanted me, Ezra.  I can taste it on your lips."  She wrapped her arms around him to get him closer to her. She was clawing at him desperately as Jax hungrily attacked her back with his mouth.

What was that damn kid doing?

Jax opened his eyes and gave me a sideways glance.  He flicked his eyes over to a table on the other side of the room.  There was a large silver-handled knife lying on the table.  I recognized it almost immediately, even with the blurry vision.  It was the same one she swung at me when she broke into my house.  Jax had come up with a plan.  If he could distract her long enough, then maybe I could get to the knife to take her down.  It was a fantastic plan, but what my brother failed to realize was my body wasn't listening to my brain any longer.  He had never taken anything like this before, which meant he didn't know how it manipulated your body.

Jenna leaned into him and reached down to the top waistband of his boxers.  She reached inside and I saw him jump when she wrapped her hand around him.

"Already so hard for me. I can't wait to feel it inside again."  She moaned into his mouth.

Poor kid, he was a teenage boy with raging hormones.  I wasn't sure if he was still a virgin, but even if he wasn't, his body was going to respond to what she was doing even if his head didn't want it.

Oh god. Please don't do this to him.  Don't make him do this.

Tears fell from my eyes and I tried to find my renewed strength.  I had to get to the knife to stop this from happening. It was the only way.

I started commando crawling over to the table slowly. I held in my screams every time I moved a little further.  My body was fighting against me. This wasn't going to work.  Even if I could get to it, I didn't have enough strength to wield it against her. 

No matter how weak I was, I still had to keep trying for Jax.

When I finally got close enough, I reached my hand up to the table.  Jenna heard the clank of the knife scraping against the top. She jumped up from Jax's lap in a flash.  I almost got my fingers around the handle when she snatched it and placed the tip against my throat.  I felt the tip of the blade bite into my skin.

"Leave her alone!" Jax screamed at Jenna. 

Jenna turned and rushed towards Jax with the knife.  She climbed back over his lap and pressed it to his chest.

"You did this, Ezra!  You did this to me!" She screamed at him.  I saw her strengthen her grip on the knife.  She pushed the tip of the knife slowly into his chest about half an inch.  Jax cried out as she started to sink it in a little further. She was going to drive the knife straight into his heart if I didn't do something to stop her.  

Sirens were screaming somewhere off in the distance. They were getting louder with each passing second.

I knew Cameron Nash would find me. He had always found me in the darkest places.  Too bad it was too late this time.  He wouldn't get here in time to save both of us. I knew what I had to do and I was strangely at peace with it. I had to get her attention back on me to distract her long enough to save Jax. 

"Jess, it's time to let me out." Bad Jessa called to me.  "I will protect him for you. I will make sure he is safe. Close your eyes and rest, Jessa."

I listened to her and closed my eyes. I signaled for Good Jessa to release her from her cage one last time.  Bad Jessa strutted out, twirling like a ballerina with a wicked smile spreading over her face. 

"Poor pitiful Jenna. You aren't much of a woman, are you? Picking on a little boy to get yourself off. It's so shameful. You are so pathetic, Jenna. No wonder no one has ever loved you." Bad Jessa taunted her wickedly.

She turned towards me with her mouth hanging open. I somehow managed to climb to my knees to face her.

"My dad left you because of me. He chose a little girl over you. It's really sad that you couldn't please him enough to keep him around. Maybe if you could have satisfied him the way he needed, he wouldn't have climbed back into bed with my mom the second he saw her."  I laughed at her.

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up." She screamed at me and pointed the knife in my direction. Jax sucked in a sharp breath when the blade tip left his skin.  There was a small trickle of blood running down his skin. 

My plan was working, but it still wasn't enough.  I needed to push her further.

"Poor Jenna, he will always choose me over you.  Don't you see, he loves me more than he could have ever loved you. He will never want to be with you as long as he has me in his life." Bad Jessa was grinning ear to ear in her madness.

Jenna hesitated for a second, but her hatred of me was more than enough to push her over the edge. She pulled her hair and shrieked while she looked at me.  She jumped back off Jax and lunged straight for me.  She grabbed my hair and twisted it in her fist. Her right hand brought the knife back to my throat.

I could feel the pressure from the tip of the blade biting into my skin, but I barely felt the pain that should have accompanied it. 

"You're not going to keep him from me again. He is mine. He will always be mine. Are you ready to die, Jessa?" She asked with her eyes boring into me just like the knife.

I swallowed and looked over at Jax.  He was screaming and crying, begging her to stop. I smiled at Jax as a tear fell down my cheek. I mouthed, "I love you, brat," at him and winked.  

"Do it, Jenna.  Kill me, you worthless, nasty bitch."

I closed my eyes as I felt the blade slice into my skin—one clean, shallow motion from one side to the other.

I was praying this would buy enough time for Cameron to come save my little brother from this monster. 

It was really sad that it took me this long to realize that I would do anything to protect this family. I would die today so my little brother could live and it would be worth it. Jax had lived through every deranged thing I dished out to him over the years and he would get through this too.  He was a survivor, just like my mom. 

I had never been more proud to be his big sister. 

"Jessa." Jax was screaming as my body crumpled to the floor.