I must have you, it’s the only way

Jessie's POV

I was stunned by Gavin's words. The level he would go just to take his revenge on me.

"What am I? A dog? You can't just own me!" 

Gavin said nothing but only smirked at me. 

I repeated a firm no, and walked out on him, the remaining pieces of my heart shattered completely. I had failed. I failed to convince Gavin, I failed to get his forgiveness.

Maybe Gavin was right, my mother’s life was hanging on a thin thread now, and she was hopeless because of me.

How could I convince Gavin Pierre to forgive me? How could I ask him to show mercy on my mother?

I couldn't walk away like this. I had to keep trying, so I stopped and went back to him.

“I was in danger that night, Gavin. I was intoxicated by too much alcohol and ended up in your arms after escaping a wild night.

“I just wanted to go home, but I ended up in your bed instead, and woke up with no recollection of how I got there, please forgive me.

“It was never my intention to hurt you, please, Gavin,” my voice broke and tears that I never wanted him to see flowed freely.

“You really expect me to believe that?” He sneered with disdain, “You sought me out and manipulated your way into my life, you knew exactly what you were doing!”

“Could you stop saying that, please? It was a mistake!” I cried out, “I destroyed the surveillance footage just because I didn’t want you to remember what I looked like. I never showed up in your face after that day. I lived quietly so that you could go back to your normal life.”

“But your lie already wrecked me!” He said, his voice harsh and unforgiving.

“Do you remember begging me to f**k you that night? But the next morning, you accused me of taking advantage of you,”

“Gavin, I was drunk!”

“Lies!” Gavin roared, “Get out of my sight, I don’t care about your excuses!”

All my explanations and defenses were nothing but excuses to him. My hope to convince him had failed miserably, Gavin Pierre’s mind was hardened against me.

Desperation had driven me to follow his car, but now I wished I didn’t do that.

The doctor’s voice resounded in my mind.

“We will stop all treatments if you don’t pay the money by tomorrow.”

“Please,” I fell on my knees, “Please Gavin, my mother needs surgery, and I don’t have anyone to turn to, please Gavin, forgive me, help me…”

Gavin let out a dry laugh, “I have given a condition- I must have you, it's the only way."

“But Gavin, how can you be like this?…”

"Leave!" He bellowed,

“I said get out!!! Or I will have your mother's ventilators turned off right now!”

Shocked by Gavin’s threat, I jolted to my feet and scurried out of the mansion, feeling more dejected than ever.

Now standing outside his villa, my last shred of hope slipped away with ths pourimg rain, but suddenly I remembered Ryan.

And even though he had threatened to arrest me, I had no choice.

“You’re the last person I want to speak to right now,” Ryan growled into the phone.

“Ryan, please remember our good times…”

“Enough!!” Ryan roared in anger, “My company was recently hacked and all the money in my account has been wiped out but all you care about is yourself! Listen to me, Jessie, I don't care if you die, never call me again!” Ryan hung up before I could say anything else.

The rain was relentless, drenching me to the bone. I sat there by Gavin’s gate with no hope of what to do next.

Perhaps if I remain here, he might have mercy on me. I thought, maybe if I kept asking him, he would forgive me and reverse the order he gave the hospital.

So beaten by the rain, scared by the thunder, I sat there by his gate and prayed he had mercy on me.

Gavin watched me from the window of his bedroom. I knew he was there, even from a distance away, I felt his eyes bore into my back.

I silently hoped my suffering was enough to stir some compassion in him.

Minutes turned into hours and I remained still, shivering and soaked by the rain.

My thoughts drifted to my mother, relying on me to save her and if I couldn’t, I would fail her. But I wouldn’t. I was determined.

Yet my body was thinking differently. Cold and exhaustion crept in, then my vision went blurry and eventually, I collapsed onto the cold wet ground.

As consciousness slipped away, I held onto one last hope: that my suffering might eventually soften Gavin’s mind, that he might find it in him to show mercy to my mother.

But I was wrong, the rain continued to fall, the night grew darker, and my consciousness slipped by each passing moment until I felt myself surrender to the cold, void darkness.