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Tell me Lies (Mali & Jacob)

Malicious Lullaby

Malicious Lullaby

Pulsar
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
On my knees, in between his legs.
Dark brown eyes fluttered opened, red rimmed and still a little wet from all the tears shed. Her dark brown hair was matted down, messy and crusted with blood, dirt, grime and sweat all over. Her clothes were tattered, ripped and a little burnt from the explosion. She couldn’t really remember too much. But her head still felt like it rang. That was when she glanced over and could see the flames still burning in and all throughout the burning car. And he was nowhere to be seen. He must have thought her to be dead. She had blood trickled all over face that had dribbled from her hairline, almost fully covering her face. She could feel the heat from the fire.

Rolling onto her back, Chloe let out a strangled gasp of pain but situated on the cool grass, finding the contract miraculous. Images flooded her mind. It had actually happened. And somehow, she was right there still alive. What happened? Why did it happened? How could he do that? Who could do that? Who could be so evil as to methodically plan the conquering of a business, legacy and family?

He raped her. He raped her in front of that cold-hearted bitch, Anastasia. The woman just laughed as they both humiliated her. They called her such mean names. Whore. Slut. Bitch. She was not a whore, slut, or a bitch. She was a woman tricked. Her mother, murdered. Her father, murdered. And now she...was a missing person or declared dead. She could only hope that they would expect proof of her death before she was declared. She would rather be missing than dead. Missing meant hope. Death meant victory for them.

Her husband took her into a car after she was drugged when he finished raping her. He drove her out somewhere, far from the city with the intention of leaving her for dead. But she ended up waking up from the drug and in her induced state, caused the crash. The car flipped. Chloe must have been thrown from the car, knocked out from the impact. As for the fate of her husband, she knew he wasn’t dead. It would not be that easy. He would not make it so easy. It was like he couldn’t be killed because if he was, he would not get to enjoy the fortune her death would give him.

Forcing herself to stand, Chloe whimpered as pain hugged her left and right. Her clothes keeping her modesty in check were matted to her body because of the sweat, grime and blood, unfortunately she was thankful for that. She started walking, limping more like it, not entirely sure where she was going. She saw a gas station in the distance and trudged on forward. By the time she got inside, the store clerk took one look at her and his eyes bugged out of his head. Not from some leery implication but out of shock. “Help.” She mumbled, stumbling forward until she fell flat on the ice cold tile floor.
 
"She's lost a bit of blood, but nothing some fluids won't help. Keep her under observation. She's been through a pretty serious accident. Also, keep an eye on her concussion and watch out for internal bleeding." A man in a white coat scribbles away as he speaks, then walks away without much else.

What looks like a nurse walks up to another and whispers just loud enough for the patient to hear, "she looks...very familiar. Isn't she the daughter of that rich guy? Chloe?"

The other nurse cranes her neck to look. "She has got to be. We better try to call her husband. Maybe he wasn't in the wreck" she says. They both sound a bit worried.
 
Chloe’s eyes fluttered open. Her head was no longer pounding and she felt rather fuzzy. She looked over to the IV drips and noticed one of them as a pain killer. That was nice. That was really nice.

As the fogginess somewhat cleared from her mind, she heard voices near her hospital door. She sat up slowly to try and hear better. One of them recognized her. Her eyes widened with alarm hearing that they were going to call her husband. She swallowed hard. If he knew she was alive, it was either a good thing or a bad thing. One thing for sure, if he came here, she wouldn’t live.

Once she heard the nurses walk away, Chloe worked double time. She pulled the IVs from her arms and slid out of bed, wincing a little bit. Seeing a fresh pair of clothes since hers must have been really destroyed, she quickly pulled them on. Moving to the door, she looked out. There coast was clear. And even the bandage around her head was an eyesore of a dead giveaway, she had no choice. Chloe started walking.

“Hey! You! M-Miss Mikaelson!” Chloe started running. She burst through the doors of the floor and ran down the stairs until she could burst through the exit. She kept running. Her body ached and she wanted to just fall and face plant it, eating the ground but she couldn’t. It was as if her husband was chasing her again. Only he wasn’t there. No one was there. It’s not like they could force her back into the hospital.

When she was far enough, she looked around on the ground and found miscellaneous change around the ground. She picked up however much she needed for one phone call and found the nearest phone booth. Chloe was just thankful she had numbers memorized. Dialing the number, she waited. They weren’t the closest. She remembered going to see him with her dad when she was a kid. Her father and his father were once best friends. Though their kids didn’t get along, this guy had to be one person she could call that wouldn’t try to have her killed. He could maybe help.
 
Jake yawned as he pushed back from his desk. Another bug squashed, another dime in the bucket. He rubbed his stubble, the result of an all-day tech emergency. Another major app from a major developer crashed. Luckily, he had seen the problem a lot recently and was able to fix it without having to check every.damn.thing like he did last time. He ran a hand through his dark hair and took off his glasses. Time for a break.

Getting up to get some more coffee, he noticed his phone going off. He stretched his aching muscles and picked up the phone. "Jake Grover, what's the damage?" His favorite answering line etched into his memory.
 
“Jake? It’s Chloe. Chloe Mikaelson. Our dad’s were best friends, once upon a time?” She asked. “We never really got along too much but I didn’t know who to call.” Her voice broke again and she sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I need your help. I’m on the corner of…” She looked at the street signs. “5th and West.” She said softly, though her voice had all the hints of crying in it. “Please? I’ll explain everything to you when you come here. I just need to get out of here.”
 
Jake tensed up instantly. A thousand emotions swam through his head, but the most prevalent was worry.

"Chloe? You sound like you are in trouble, what's going on?" He said as he threw on a coat, snatched his glasses, and practically broke through his door. Jumping in the car and firing it up, he almost peeled out.

"Stay with me, I'm on my way." He sang with an insistent calm tone.

Chloe Mikaelson. Boy that was a name he never expected to hear again. Especially after her wedding. What could be the problem? He pulled onto 5th and sped towards west.
 
"I'll explain everything when you get here. You are coming right?" She asked, looking out of the glass booth with worry and nervousness. What if they did call her husband? What if he was already on his way too? What if he got there before Jake did?

Swallowing hard, a flood of relief washed over when Jake said he was coming. "I won't hang up. But if my time runs out, I'm in the phone booth." She said softly. She hadn't exactly gone out of her way to stay in contact with this guy. Once her gallery started kicking off and her mom got sick, she withdrew from everyone. And while she and Jake weren't exactly great friends since she fondly remembered how he would pull on her pigtails when she was little, it's not like she outright hated him. But she wasn't exactly a great person for not going out of her way to stay in contact with him.

And now she was asking him for help.

Seeing a car come to a stop in front of the phone booth, she took a moment, unsure if it was him or her husband. "Is that you?"
 
With a gasp, seeing her condition, he paused before he spoke again. "Yes, it's me. Did he do that to you? Please, get in here quickly. I will take you somewhere safe."

Now, his most prevalent emotion was righteous anger. There better be a damn good explanation for her condition. Even if there was, he wasn't sure he would accept it. Jumping out and opening the door, he turned back to see if she needed help getting in.
 
With a quick hang up, Chloe stepped out of the phone booth. She pulled the sweater she wore tighter around herself. Her face had scars on it, some bruises, her body was banged up and she still had the bandage around her head from the accident. Her hair was disgusting still but they had cleaned a lot of the blood from it. She looked to Jake and swallowed hard, a couple of tears trickling down her cheeks. She didn't say anything. She couldn't even begin to express her gratitude.

Moving into his car, she winced a little bit as she sat down. Her bottom was going to be sore for a while and now that the painkillers were likely fading, she could feel everything more. Buckling up, she looked at him once he got inside. "Yeah. He did. It's all a sham. Everything." She wiped her nose and sniffled. "They killed my mom. They killed my dad. And they tried to kill me."
 
He tried to calm himself. His anger did not need to be directed on her. But he did intend to take it out on the road.

"Start from the beginning. What do you mean a sham? Murder? We have to call the police. And we have to get justice for you." Her appearance every time he looked over at her made him bubble over more and more. He was home before he realized it. Opening the door, he waited for her to get up to lead her inside. He had some clothes from an ex that might fit her. And her head would need a fresh bandage.

"I will take care of you. Come with me."
 
Chloe couldn't even look at him. She was so ashamed. She felt so stupid. Nothing that good could ever happen to someone after losing a parent. She should have known. She should have known how all too fishy it was. But she hadn't. She was too blinded by pain and grief and alarmingly willing to turn to just about anyone for comfort since her father had been disgustingly occupied and comforted by his mistress and then second wife, Anastasia; her husband's girlfriend.

Shaking her head, she sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Anastasia and Alden. They're a couple. And they plotted all of this. All of this to get access to the Mikaelson legacy and fortune. Anastasia inserted herself into my father's life when my mother got sick. But when she was actually on the mend, Anastasia poisoned her. And by then she and my father were already having an affair. And shortly after my mother died, they got married. The night of their wedding celebration, I was so upset. I couldn't believe him. I was so mad at him. And then I met someone. Alden. He wooed me, courted me, comforted me." She sniffled. He had been so genuine. "We got married a few months later. A week after we married, my father died. He had been poisoned. And that was when everything crumbled and the truth came out." She was close to shaking uncontrollably, sobs threatening to wrack through her but she held back.

"He...He raped me. Humiliated me in front of that bitch." She hissed, so much hate laced in her words but there was also so much hurt. More than that, she just felt like the fool that they called her, among other names. "He drugged me and drove me somewhere. I woke up on the way and caused him to have an accident. I was thrown from the car." She said softly. She shook her head, hunching forward and covering her face.

Soon they were at his place and miserably, she got out of the car and headed inside with him, leaning a little bit on him for support. The pain was becoming too unbearable.
 
He could hardly believe his ears. Yet, there was no doubt she was telling the truth. Alden raped her. They killed her parents. And tried to kill her. The only thing keeping his blood from boiling was taking care of her. "Well, you are safe right now. Let's clean you up and let you rest."

Opening the door, he led her straight to the shower. Turning the water on he hesitated. "I would like to help you shower. You need to keep cleaning off the dirt and grime from the crash. Do...do you want me to go away?" Shyness crept into his demeanor, only slightly offsetting the rage and concern he felt.
 
Chloe nodded her head and she moved toward the bathroom for a shower. She was excited for a shower but could hardly convey those emotions. It seemed so foreign right now to be happy. Relieved was one thing but happy? She wasn’t sure she would be happy again. Not after this…

She didn’t even seem to care or notice as she began to undress, the way he became a little shy. Hearing his question, Chloe didn’t look up, neither did she stop undressing. She just shook her head. “If you leave I’m giving you a swirly in your toilet.” She mumbled, managing to crack a wise-ass kind of smile which was just a corner lift of her mouth in perhaps the most pathetic smile ever. But she did mean it. If he left her right now, she would start crying and take it out on him. She needed him there.

She made the mistake of turning to the mirror once she was naked. Doing so made her eyes well up. She had cuts, scrapes and bruises all over her body. Her inner thighs were completely black and red, bruised and crusted with blood. She saw how banged up her face was and just seeing it all reminded her of what happened. She placed her hands on the counter and let the tears stream down her cheeks freely. It was as if all she heard in her mind was the laughter, the abusing words and felt nothing but the humiliation all over again.
 
He smiled at her comment. It was a sad smile, conveying, as much as he could, that he was there for her, that this really sucked, and that they were going to figure it out together. Relieved, that he could stay, he took her clothing and put it outside the door into a nearby basket. He would be able to wash them while she slept. Then again, she may never want them again. He may have to go find some clothing for her if she stayed longer.

Hearing a noise, he turned back to the bathroom and saw her tears, streaming, as she gripped the counter.

"Come, come. We have to keep moving. There will be time for that once you are clean and resting. I promise." He said it with the most hope and comfort he could muster, knowing she needed to be clean. Her appearance did nothing to alleviate his anger though. A plan started to form in his mind. Revenge. Vengeance against her wrongdoers.

He turned on the shower and opened the curtain. Stripping to his underwear, he grabbed her hand. "Come on, I will support you, just lean on me and we will clean together."
 
Chloe wiped her eyes and nodded her head pathetically, moving with him to the shower. She stepped inside, wincing as the hot water hit her sore and pained body but in a matter of seconds, she felt soothed. Pushing her head under the hot stream of water, grime and blood began to wash out of it immediately. It was amazing what a hot shower could do. But she was already starting to feel better. And if it weren’t for Jake supporting her, she’d be sitting on the ground, and nothing would get done. She needed someone's strength right now. She couldn't find her own. Not right now.
 
Jake felt nervous, holding her (Chloe!?!?!) while she showered. He felt her gentle skin against his, her smooth curves wherever he held. As she moved, he moved, making sure to stay respectful but supportive. Standing behind her, he felt that he was in the best position possible to make sure she was clean and he didn't see anything.

Though, if you asked him hours ago, he would have done anything to see her in the shower. As she had grown, his attraction to her had grown. Her personality, her humor, and of course her body. But right now, while he was still turned on a bit (damn instincts), he wanted more than anything for her to feel better.
 
Chloe knew she was naked but right now, her body did not feel like her own. And at this point, she had no shame. So how could she be embarrassed about being naked in front of a guy she hadn't seen for so long? Pressing back against his chest, she took some shampoo to her hair, lathering it up really good, until her head was a froth of soap. She washed it out after and conditioned it before taking the bar of soap to clean her body of the grime, dirt, blood, semen, sweat and whatever else. When she felt clean enough, she turned around in Jake's arms and pressed her cheek to his shoulder. She didn't wrap her arms around him. She couldn't.

But she could take comfort from him like this. "Thank you Jake." She said softly, and after a moment, she looked up at him. "This is far from over, isn't it? All of this. I mean...I can't just let them get away with this. Not after everything my parents had done."
 
Holding Chloe was what he had thought about for as long as he could remember. Holding her naked? Not like this. He wrapped his arms around her, gently. He wanted her to feel supported. Protected. When she looked up at him, and spoke in her gentle but firm tone, he set his jaw.

"No, this is not over. And we will do what you believe best. But, shouldn't we call the police? Shouldn't we throw his ass in jail? And her with him? They deserve to burn but toiling away in a prison might be a small comfort."
 
Her head nodded slowly and she let out a deep sigh. “He’s paid off the police. Believe me, if I could go to the police, I would have done that in the first place.” She said softly. “They take their orders from him.” She looked up at him. “He’s just become one of the richest men in the world by marriage to me. He doesn’t inherit in the event of my death. And now he knows I’m alive because some of the nurses at the hospital recognized me.” She looked at him. “They called him. That’s why I ran.” She said softly.

“We have to take this into our own hands Jake. B-But...I don’t even know where to start.” That wasn’t entirely true. She did know where to start. The best way to get to Alden was to eliminate his one true weakness. Anastasia. But considering things...she was pretty sure the bitch would be difficult to get to. “How do we get to her? Anastasia…”
 
"Without the law, nothing will matter. It's like you said, we are on our own. And Anastasia seems to be his weakness. If I'm thinking clearly, I bet he's just a pretty face and she's the brains. Taking her down won't be easy." He thought for a moment.

"I have digital connections. It wouldn't be easy, but maybe we could take her down, piece by piece? Release her personal life to the world, have her donate all her money to charity, have charges 'magically' appear would cast a dark shadow over a dark person." He knew his plan was going to be to find a way to hang her digitally, but now he was telling Chloe. Hopefully, she wouldn't think him crazy.
 
Chloe listened and though she liked his idea, she didn’t think it enough. Plus, she was not so naive anymore to automatically assume that Anastasia was the brains and Alden was the pretty face. She was pretty sure it was the other way around because Alden seemed like the fortune hunter-seeking type. Anastasia was just along for the ride, using her body and seductive wiles to tempt powerful rich men in their most vulnerable time. Those two, Anastasia and Alden were a match-made in Hell.

“It’s a start.” She said softly. “But it’s not enough Jake.” She said softly. “I want them to pay. I want them to suffer. I want them to know what it is like to lose the very thing they love. Whether that is money or each other, we can figure that out.” She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly take a dark and hooded look. “It may be awful of me, but if it comes to life and death since that is the game they are happy to play, I would like nothing more than to see them both die. At my hands.” She felt it would be the only way to truly secure her family’s legacy and protect it, as well as get justice for her parents. The only justice, essentially.
 
"Well, nothing else can happen right now. Rest, and a good meal, will make sure you are ready to take on the future." He turned off the water and grabbed a towel nearby. Stealing a quick glance of her body, 'For shame, Jake!', he wrapped her slowly up and walked her to his bed. Peeling back the blankets, he invited her to lay down.

"I will make sure you are taken care of tonight. I promise." He smiled at her, and began plotting his next moves in his head. Any mention of her at the hospital was going to disappear. The crash would have to be altered too, so they would be less likely to keep looking for an escaped wife. He kept ticking off his wishlist, waiting for her next move.
 
Chloe nodded her head, a little numbly. “Thank you Jake.” She said softly, letting her body be wrapped up in a towel and moving toward the bed, completely oblivious to the little glance he stole of her naked body. Crawling into the bed, she lay flat on her stomach and clung to the towel that kept her body wrapped up. She looked at Jake and nodded her head again, closing her eyes.

The weight of the exhaustion sunk in as it replaced the adrenaline and survival mode she had been kicked into. She drifted quickly, her entire body visibly relaxing as she fell into a deep sleep. There were no dreams, thankfully, which meant that there would be no nightmares. Her mind was too hazy and tired, her body ached and she felt so numb. She wouldn’t be alright until she knew that Alden and Anastasia were taken care of--and by taken care of, that meant specifically being killed. And if she could do it, she would be happy. After that, she wouldn’t care what happened to her. That’s how she felt right now. She didn’t care if she lived or died. So long as Alden and Anastasia were dead too.
 
In the morning he watched her sleep. She has been so fitful in the night, tossing, slinging vulgarities and hate. He knew she wouldn't rest well until it was done, and they were dead. He had erased her from the wreck, paid off the necessary hospital workers, and made it look like she was away on vacation. He wasn't sure if he was going to help her murder anyone, but he knew he would protect her.

Setting down some breakfast, he had just gazed at her for a while. She was...beautiful. Absolutely stunning, and exactly as he had remembered. He couldn't decide what she would want to eat, so he had pancakes, a breakfast sandwich, eggs, and bacon, along with some decaf coffee, 'she shouldn't have caffeine with a concussion' he theorized, and orange juice. He waited for her to wake.
 
It wasn’t the most peaceful sleep. She didn’t have nightmares but she would wake up here and there, fear striking into her, making her think that Alden found her. She would even look over beside her to make sure that Jake was still there, safe and sound. If anything happened to him because of her, she’d never forgive herself. At that point, there might not be much reason left for her to do anything. But she didn’t want to think that way, most certainly not!

That morning, when she did wake, she lay on her side, facing him. Her eyes opened and she was greeted with him looking at her, watching her. Normally, she’d find that rather creepy but somehow when Jake did it, she didn’t. Chloe mustered a small tired smile, sitting up slowly, stretching and yawning.

Seeing the spread of food on the bedside table, her eyes widened. “So much food?” She asked, looking back to him. Remembering her manners, she rubbed her eyes. “I mean, morning.” She said softly, sitting up so she could cross her legs crisscross-applesauce. “You didn’t have to make so much food Jake. I normally don’t eat too much.” Although that breakfast sandwich that had her name on it looked really good. It took all she had not to reach over, grab it and devour the whole thing in four bites.
 
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