Okay. Time for a disclaimer. I own none of the talented wonderful men in this story. If I did... Well I wouldn't just be writing about it that's for sure! Officially this is a Dean/OC/Roman story.
Apologies for how short this chapter is guys! I got alot of writing prompts on my plate I'm working on while also writing my three stories on here too. D:
"Mommy! Mama! Please stop him!"
Leecie let out a wail of fright as she saw Rose pinned to the wall by Chuck. He wrapped his fingers tighter around her small throat until he face started to turn purple and the other hand brought up a gun.
"You move, I'll blow her fucking brains out Lace."
The redhead felt the tears bubble over.
"Kill me! Please for the love of god, kill me and let her go!"
"No! She's the reason this is happening Lace. Don't you see that?!"
Her throat burned as she held back a scream, tears pouring from her green eyes as she struggled not to close them. One blink and she could be gone. Her little Rose.
"You can do whatever you want to me Chuck. Just let her go. Hit me again, stab me, shoot me, rape me, I don't fucking care anymore. Take me in her place. She's just a child you disgusting bastard!"
Pinned to the ground in insurmountable terror, she looked on as he tossed her daughter to the side like trash, her small frail body going limp and not moving.
"You! I can't-"
When she looked back up, he was in her face, smirking with the gun pointed between her eyes.
"I'm going to kill you for good this time. You put me away Lace. I'm going to splatter your brains across the floor, make her clean it up, and then she'll be next. The police won't know whose blood is whose when I'm done with her. Maybe they'll bury you together. How does that sound, hmm?"
She couldn't stop the vomit that curled up in her stomach, unleashing it across his feet.
"God damn you, you whore!"
She heard the gun click, signaling it impending doom, and then he started shaking her. It hurt. Why did her side hurt so bad? And her fingers?
Leecie hissed and groped at her abdomen until everything went blurry.
…
"Come on baby, come on. Wake up Leecie."
Her need to breathe was sudden and painful. With a heavy gasp of air, she shot up and unfurlled a blood curdling scream.
"Rose! Rose! He's here, he's got-"
"Baby, Leecie! CALM DOWN! There is no one here!"
The frantic ginger spun and clung to the large Samoan next to her, staring up at him in disbelief as her chest heaved with fire-tainted breaths. He pushed her hair back from her face and drew her in close.
"Shhh, I've got you. It's okay baby girl. Rose is with your parents. Chuck is in jail," he told her softly.
The door shot open and ricocheted off the wall before Jon was bounding on the bed, wrapping her up carefully from behind. As her fear slowly ebbed away, she went limp in their arms.
The dream still clung to her subconscious and it made her eyes fill with tears.
"H- He said he was going to shoot me in the head first and make Rose clean it, and then he would ki-kill he-"
She broke down into sobs and in return they held her tighter. Pain was everywhere. It felt like every nerve ending on her body was on fire which only made her cry harder.
How had the man she had once loved, trusted, and planned to marry shot her? How had he been able to threaten their child, the baby that was from part of him? How had she been so wrong about him?
"Breathe firecracker," Jon murmured soothingly as a hand rubbed at her hair.
She sucked in air and focused on their words leading her breathing. In and out, slow and steady. When she felt like she wasn't about to scream, she shakily lifted up and threw herself fully against Joe while one hand tangling her fingers with Jon's and pulling him along.
"We got you," Joe rumbled, the hand coming back into her hair.
"Thank you," she whispered.
The reddish-blonde pressed gentle kisses along her shoulder as he wrapped around her tightly.
Before she could help it, she drifted back into a sleep. It was blissfully dreamless that time around, not a disturbance on her radar until she was woken up by Jon.
"I have your pain meds. You need to take these babe," he instructed.
She forced her eyes open and nodded. The pain was already intense once again. What would she do once they left?
With deep thoughts, she sat up using his help and downed the percocet. His large hand cupped her face and she couldn't help but lean into it, soaking up the comfort.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Tired, sore, but I'll live," she replied quietly, lying her hand over his.
The smile that came to his face was forced, she could tell by his eyes, but she returned it anyway before pulling him closer. She brushed her lips against his and then clasped his face in her hands, kissing him harder. With a gentleness that was hard to comprehend, he slipped one arm around her back and ran his other fingers along her shoulder. Leecie shuddered at the ticklish sensations along her shoulder until he pulled away slowly.
"As much as I love kissing you like that babe, I don't trust myself enough not to get carried away," he explained, "I don't want to chance hurting you."
She pouted slightly but nodded in understanding.
"Are you ready to head down? Joe made breakfast."
"Oh, what did he make?" Leecie replied.
Jon smirked and said, "Come down and see for yourself."
Before she could react, he turned and scooped her up bridal style, bad side opposite of his torso. Her cheeks flushed as she buried her face into his shoulder to stifle a small giggle. It was stupid but she couldn't help a mental image of being carried over the threshold in the traditional post wedding sense. Her green eyes rolled at the thought.
With how her luck had been going, she wasn't sure it'd ever happen, and after Chuck she was nervous about any engagement. Of course Joe and Jon had proven to be hundreds of times better than that vermin asshole but the future was never certain.
She was brought out of her thoughts when Jon told her he was setting her down. Her bare feet hit the floor softly and she looked up to find a large spread of food on the table. Pancakes, fresh fruits, coffee, juice, eggs, and bacon.
"Surprise baby girl. How are you feeling?" Joe asked, resting his hands on the back of the chairs across the table from her, smiling lightly.
A small smile came in return as Jon pulled out her chair for her.
"I'm sore, but I'm... okay, I guess," she replied, eyes traveling back to the gorgeous man taking his own seat.
He pulled his hair back into a low bun and rolled up his long sleeves shirt sleeves to his elbows before they all tucked in.
For the entire meal, both men doted on her. Jon would keep touching her back and shoulders while Joe made sure she didn't have to get up for anything. It was overwhelming. Sweet and yet every act of help made her feel useless, defenseless. It made her remember that had she stood no chance against Chuck, how he could have ruined her life forever had he accidentally shot Rose instead.
"Oh baby."
The redhead startled when a finger ran across her cheek and then the other before her face was turned to find her Samoan lover suddenly close by.
She intended to ask when he'd gotten to her side of the table, but suddenly his forehead was pressed against hers, noses touching as his gray eyes stared softly into her green ones.
"It's going to take time for this to get better. You do whatever you need to get through it. If it's crying, that's fine. If you need to talk, we're here for you. Whatever you need," he murmured, "Do it. Don't hold it in."
"The wound just keeps reminding me how useless I was against him. How he could have easily shot her instead of me."
Jon's arm carefully wrapped around her uninjured side and gave her a small kiss to her cheek.
"I can't begin to imagine how scary that is," Jon said softly, "I'm not even her family and it hurts me to think about it."
His scruffy cheek pressed to her neck as her eyes shut and she relaxed between the two. It was quiet except for their breathing and the sound of birds and cars outside the house. It made her feel a sense of calm different from all of the hectic chaos that had been going on.
"I just need you two for a while. That's all."
"We're here as much and as long as we can be," Joe assured her, hands rubbing along her biceps lightly.
They moved down to lace fingers with her good hand and cradled her injured one.
"Wanna watch a funny movie after we get the kitchen cleaned up?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, yeah that sounds nice," Leecie replied.
Joe drew away and she took a drink of her orange juice before attempting to stand. The pain was intense but not so much that she couldn't power through it. Both men tried to help her but she refused them kindly.
"I can't get reliant on everyone else," she explained when she saw Jon pouting slightly.
It took time and concentration, but she made it into the living room without being any worse for wear which was a good sign. Her couch was a welcomed comfort against her weak body as she sat down. She could hear the guys in the kitchen talking as water ran and dishes clanked. It was a terrible feeling, them doing her house work. They were her guests. She should have been cooking and cleaning for them.
Before the self-pity tears could come out, she sniffed and rubbed her eyes then snatched up the remote. There had to be something good on demand. She scrolled through the list and had narrowed it between two movies when Jon dropped by her side.
"What'cha gonna pick babe? Ooh, Zombieland is a great movie," he said, easily wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
She couldn't stop a smile and leaned into his side.
"It's one of my favorites. They have that and Warm Bodies which I haven't seen yet, but it's kind of a romance from what I understand, so I'm thinking that might be for another time."
Looking up, she watched him shrug.
"Doesn't matter to me really. It was an okay movie," he said, "Just pick what you want. We've sat through much worse than either of those options."
"Like that one experimental comedy movie Nick tried?" Joe spoke up, making the small ginger woman jump slightly as he plopped down on the couch.
Jon let out a laugh and smacked his thigh.
"Oh shit, yes! That was terrible!" the Ohioan snickered.
"Either way, pick what you want Leecie. We don't mind either way," Joe spoke up, taking up her hand carefully, "Just wanna spend the time with you is all."
"You're too much," she murmured with red cheeks, then admitted, "But I'm loving it."
