Caution, contains self-harm.
Wishful, Sinful.
Chapter Four.
Her breathing quickened and became stronger with each inhale. Her slim fingers tracing the wounds on her left arm gently, their reddened slits staring her in the eyes. The blunt and bloody blade lay on the pillow, hiding amongst the blue pillowcase like a small animal.
Picking up the stained face cloth, Jocelyn held it to her arm, the cloth soaking up the crimson liquid that were making snail like paths down the sides of her left arm and wrist. Jocelyn dabbed at the newly made cuts, and wiped away the lingering blood that still seeped out of the deep gashes.
She no longer felt the pain when she first started to cut; she became immune to the stinging when the razor pricked her skin and drew across her flesh gradually, each slit, deeper and slower than the last.
Dropping the cloth beside her on the bed, she looked down at her arm, counting the scars that embedded her arm. 'One, two, three… four, five, six, seven… eight, nine…ten, ten. Ten.'
"Hey Jocelyn!" Paul called outside the hotel room they were sharing. They had only been with the Raw Roster and crew for a day and Jocelyn hadn't spoken to many people, or even bothered trying to make any friends.
Jocelyn's head shot up and stared at the door. "Yeah?" She called back, her voice wavering as she grabbed at the cloth and blade in her hand.
"We're all going out to dinner, you coming?" Paul asked, his large hand resting on the doorknob.
"No."
"Why not?" Paul asked calmly, there was no point in forcing her to come if she didn't want to, she'd just sit there miserably, but what's the harm in asking anyway?
"Don't want to, I'll stay here." Jocelyn replied, slipping off the bed and wrapping the blade into the cloth and folding it in side her bag in the midst of her clothes.
"Suit yourself then, be good 'Lyn and I should be back in a few hours."
Jocelyn rolled her eyes and murmured a 'yeah yeah', pressing her ear to the door she heard the heavy footsteps echoing down the hall as Paul walked away . . .
A wave of vibrations and shivers slithered down Jocelyn's back as she danced, grinded and moved to the trance music. She heard about the club from a group of wrestlers talking in the hotel foyer and figured she'd go here then staying back at the hotel as she first planned.
Arms encircled her waist and pulled her to a shirtless body, moving with the arms, she grinding up against the guy, dancing with him to the intense bass and laser lights. Jocelyn had no idea who she was dancing with nor did she care. Hands brushed across her neck and pushed her hair aside, tilting her head, lips pressed against her sensitive spot at the nape of her neck and she moaned and swayed her hips into a figure eight movement further into the man's hips. He continued to kiss along her neckline, his hands sliding down her back and across her stomach. They stood, or rather danced together for a few extra minutes, his lips and tongue flicking across her skin, not once would he move to the front to kiss her mouth.
The music changed to something softer and Jocelyn turned to face the mysterious man, she blinked.
"I know you." She frowned.
"You're Paul's kid aren't you? Oh god." He replied, brushing a hand through his short brown hair.
"Yeah…" Jocelyn walked away from the dance floor, sweeping her purple locks behind her ears, she leaned against a red wall and looked up as he stood in front of her.
"You don't seem to thrilled that I danced with you." He said, his blue eyes sparkling with humour.
"Heh, I don't really care, why did you dance with me though, did you think I was just some tits and ass that you could probably score with?" She crossed her arms over her stomach, and stared at him for an answer.
"To be honest, yeah I did. I didn't even think that you were Paul's step-kid; you look a whole lot older and hotter when you danced . . ." He cut off and rubbed a muscly arm.
"Thanks, I think."
"What are you doing now?" He asked her, not wanting to end the conversation then and there.
"Going back to the hotel or for a walk somewhere, why?"
"I was just wondering if you wanted to come hang out with me and a few other people."
Jocelyn sighed she hadn't expected this. "Uh, who else?"
"Chris Irvine, Adam and Amy."
"Alright, nothing better to do." Jocelyn nodded.
He smiled and gently took her by the elbow and led her to the table he shared with the other three.
The three of them looked up from their drinks and smiled at them both once they sat down beside them in the booth.
"I see you picked up someone, John. Mind if you introduce us all?" Adam asked winking at Jocelyn.
"This is Jocelyn, she's Paul's step-daughter."
"You mean Big Paul right? Shiiit, John." Chris laughed, smiling kindly at Jocelyn.
"Yeah, I was…uh dancing with her." The Doctor of Thugonomics looked away, embarrassed.
"Haha, we were all watching you wondering who she was," Amy smiled and turned to Jocelyn. "Hi, I'm Amy."
"Hey."
The four of them stood in the elevator quietly, waiting for the familiar ring to signal their floor on the hotel.
Jocelyn covered a yawn with her hand and nudged John with her elbow.
He looked down at her and raised an eyebrow.
"What's the time?"
Pulling out his cell phone he checked the time and answered her. "1 AM."
The ring jingled and the elevator doors opened and they stepped out into the hallway.
"We're gonna go, we should hang out again another time. Nice meeting you, Jocelyn." Amy yawned.
Jocelyn waved goodbye as Adam, Chris and herself walked down the hallway to their rooms.
"I can't remember what room I'm in." Jocelyn murmured, they stood in the centre of the corridor and John laughed.
"You can't remember?" He teased.
"Nope, I'm bad when it comes to numbers and shit, I failed math in school heaps of times."
"What didn't you fail?" He asked seriously, they talked a lot when they were at the club and on their way back. Jocelyn for once, found someone she could talk to easily and words simply spilled out of her mouth once she got started. Though, she kept in mind on what not to say.
"Uh, Art, English and lunch, I never failed lunch." She smiled and played with the many jelly bracelets on her wrists.
John laughed again and studied her profile. Her head was slightly bent forward as she played with the bracelets on her arms that securely hid the scars, her hair pulled into a ponytail and her bangs behind her ears, and she didn't look 19 at all.
"Jocelyn Tyler Wight!"
John and Jocelyn turned to the sound of Paul whispering loudly and coming towards them down the hallway. He stood in front of them looking down at them like they were two little puppies getting in trouble for doing something terrible.
"Where have you been?" Paul finally asked, looking at each of them for answers.
"We uh, went out to the uh . . ." John started, trying to find a good lie to protect Jocelyn for getting in trouble. Even though they had met only mere hours ago, he found it his job to look after her.
"To a diner for dinner." Jocelyn finished wryly.
Paul nodded slowly, underneath it all, he was pleased with John for being with his stepdaughter even if they did go to a 'diner' he was looking after her when he couldn't and he was impressed.
"Okay, well I'm going back to bed, you too 'Lyn." Paul nodded his thanks to John and walked down the hallway back to his room.
"Phew." The WWE Champion sighed in relief.
"Are you scared of Paul?" Jocelyn asked, her eyebrow rose questionably.
"What makes you say that?" He replied in defence.
She laughed. "Well for one, you began to stutter in front of him, two: you pretty much stood behind me when he stood over us, would you like me to go on?"
"Nope, I have an ego to protect and with you going on and on about me being scared of your stepfather I don't want rumours floatin' around."
They smiled at each other and Jocelyn glanced at him when he fixed up his jersey. There was no mistake that she thought he was hot, hell most women and a selection of men thought he was hot too.
"Anyway, I gotta go, thanks for dancing with me." Jocelyn smirked up at him.
"Any time sweet-thang."
Jocelyn rolled her eyes and smiled. "Til tomorrow if I decide to be social."
"Ha, you will be. How can you not resist this?" John pointed at his body with both hands.
"I have no idea."
Jocelyn turned and walked down the hallway, finding the room that her and Paul shared. She opened it and slipped through not looking back at John who was standing in the corridor shaking his head and chuckling . . .
A/N: Do I detect flirting? Lol. Anyway, sorry this chapter took ages for me to post and I hope you all liked it.
Til Chapter Five and we'll see what is to become of Jocelyn, John and Mark.
