Unbroken: Frost Series Part 2

By D.L. LeBlanc

She is recovering from a frightening attack, and is afraid of reverting to previous coping mechanisms.

He is trying to help her cope but is afraid she will never be the same again.

Can their love survive this horrible occurrence or will it tear them apart forever?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365459276

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Unbroken: Frost Series Part 2

Unbroken: Frost Series Part 2

Copyright © 2016 by D.L. LeBlanc

All rights reserved.  This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing 2016

ISBN 978-1-365-45927-6

Chapter 1

I convince Jaxon to shower before we talk. I can’t stand seeing him look so broken.  I felt less like a zombie after my shower, so I was hoping it would work on him too.

I dress in a long sleeve shirt, yoga pants, and heavy socks. I have my jacket over my lap, so I'll be ready when he is. I had instructed Jaxon to dress warmly after his shower. I don't want our home tainted with talk of Jamie, so I plan on going for a walk to tell Jaxon all about him.

He joins me in the living room, as I'm drinking my coffee. I feel alert and ready. He is wearing jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and winter boots. He looks less tired, but his condition hasn't changed much.

I put my boots on before standing and putting on my jacket. I thought we’d go for a walk.

Are you sure? He asks wearily. You don’t have to push yourself.

I’ve been in bed for days, so yes I’m sure. I need to move; I need to do something.

Jaxon nods and grabs his jacket from the closet in the foyer. I follow him as he puts it on and exits the house.

The cold hits me, and I want to go back in the house to light a fire. I decide to tough it out and briskly walk passed him. Everything is covered in fresh snow; it crunches beneath my feet. It looks pretty, but I was never a fan of snow. I was never a fan of the cold either.

The river is too large to freeze, but the water is choppy and dark.

Slow down, Jaxon hollers as he catches up with me. We can just go for a stroll.

I want to get my blood flowing. I need to warm up.

I can warm you up- He shakes his head, as he stops in his tracks. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean anything….

My heart aches for him. He’s trying to be so careful with me. I turn to him and take his hands in mine.

I didn’t think you meant anything, but I also don’t want you to stop being you. I love your innuendo.

I just want to give you time. Up until this morning, you couldn’t get out of bed. You couldn’t stand me touching you.

I nod and lean in to hug him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

I’m not afraid of you, Jaxon. I was in shock and then heavily medicated. I know you would never hurt me.

I turn my face up and bring my lips to his. He releases me instantly as if I had burned him.

I'm sorry, Katie, I need time too. I don't want ever to touch you and have you frightened or pull away.

I understand, but I find his touch reassuring. I don’t want to throw him down and have sex with him. It will be awhile for me to get to that point, but I like the feel of him. He’s been good to me, so I can’t be selfish. I need to respect his wishes.

Let's just sit so that I can tell you about Jamie.

We make the short distance to a bench and sit side by side, but turn towards each other. I’m still embarrassed by what I allowed Jamie to do to me, but I need to tell Jaxon everything or we won’t be able to move on. I won’t be able to move away with him, with this hanging between us.

I started dating Jamie in high school, as you know. I didn't want a boyfriend, but I had this cute guy showing interest, and my friends told me how lucky I was. I went for it, and we became a couple after our first date. I thought he was amazing and my parents loved him.

Most abusive guys act like the perfect boyfriend. Jaxon takes my hand and just holds it in his.

I wouldn’t call him abusive. I was at fault too, but let me explain. I feel comforted by him taking my hand, so I continue.

He was so patient and waited six months for me to have sex with him. We were each other's firsts, so we didn't use condoms, but I was on the pill to regulate my period.

Out of all the things I had to tell him, I was strangely embarrassed by mentioning my period.

After graduation, I went to our local university because he asked me to stay with him. I had been accepted to the University of British Columbia, but he wasn’t, so I moved into an apartment with him.

If only you had gone, Jaxon muses. We could have found each other so long ago.

Anyway, I continue because there was no point in thinking of what could never have been. We had been together for about a year when he started to complain that our sex life was becoming boring. We tried different positions, toys, and then he started with BDSM. Just simple things at first, tying me up, blindfolding me, and then he moved on to a ball-gag. He hurt me more and more each time, so I told him he didn't know what he was doing. I know people get pleasure from pain, but I wasn't one of those people. He wanted a woman to join us so she could show us how to do it.

I pause, but Jaxon squeezes my hand, indicating I should continue.

I said no, and I found out later that he was sleeping with her. He was her sub, but at least she knew what she was doing. The scars are from him, as you’ve probably guessed. My nipple is from clamps that he didn't use properly, my back is from a whip, or at least that's what he showed me, but I don't think that's what he actually used. And the one on my neck is from the night I left him.

You can take a break, Katie. We can have something to eat first-

No. I put my other hand up to stop him. I need to finish now, or I may never get it out. He had mentioned erotic asphyxiation a few times, but I always told him no. I had given into mostly everything he asked for, but that was a deal breaker for me. I was still healing from the slice on my back, so I didn't want to have sex at all, but I gave in. He was so rough that night. He tied me to the bed and had me every way he could. My back opened up, and I was bleeding, but he kept going. He started choking me and wouldn't stop. His school ring cut my neck, but he didn't care. I was so worried I was going to die and people would think I was a slut. I passed out while he was still fucking me.

I take a deep breath before I can continue. Just remembering that night, has me gasping for air. I feel a panic attack coming on, but I push it back down.

I woke up untied, but covered in blood, mostly from my back. I found Jamie playing video games in the living room. He had left me like that without a care in the world. I got dressed, grabbed my purse, and left without him seeing me. I went to Blayr’s even though I had only just met her. She was becoming a friend and Jamie had pushed away all of my friends from school.

Blayr had said she saw you like this before.

She saw worse. She took me in, and I told her everything. Well, almost everything. I had just found out I was pregnant so I mostly ran to protect the baby. I couldn't allow my baby to have anything to do with him. Blayr wanted to contact the police, but I had been willing in everything but the choking. I convinced her that Jamie would get away with it and I would suffer for it. I didn't tell her I was pregnant because I miscarried the next day. I'm not sure if it was the stress or…what, but I was happy.

The tears I had been holding back, begin to fall. Jaxon moves to comfort me, but I pull away.

I was happy that my baby died because I would have nothing tying me to Jamie. Blayr was allowing me to live with her and told me about a job at her office. I could make a clean break. I never told Blayr because she would know what a horrible, selfish person I am.

I think back to that day. I was in so much pain, but I thought it was just from my injuries. The cut on my back had opened again, and Blayr was forcing me to go to the hospital. I made her promise not to mention Jamie. The doctor on-call stitched me up after we told him some bogus story about me sliding against a nail while doing renovations.

I went to the bathroom when I got back to Blayr's apartment, and that's when I saw the blood. I knew the baby was gone, but after a moment of devastation, I became happy. That little bit of blood changed my life. I could really be free of him.

I finally let go. I hug myself and bend forward, while I let the tears fall. I feel like I’m going to break in half.  Logically, I know it was so early in my pregnancy, that the baby was just the size of a pea. I mourned for the baby that would never be.

Jaxon slides closer and wraps his arms around me.

Katie, you’re not a horrible person. After what he did to you nobody would expect you to want his baby.

I stand, throwing his arms from around me. I turn to him, and I try to contain my outburst, but I can't.

It wasn't the baby's fault I let him do those things to me, I yell. I couldn't protect it. My body couldn't keep it alive.

No, it wasn’t the baby’s fault, but you were a victim. If anyone is to blame it’s Jamie. He abused you and induced a miscarriage.

No. I shake my head. I allowed him to dabble in BDSM. I allowed him to abuse me for his own enjoyment. I was a willing participant.

Jaxon stands and grabs my arms. I try to turn away, but he holds me facing him.

You were a victim! His voice is rising, but I know he’s not angry with me. He got into your head and made you think that you needed him. He made you think that you wanted what he was doing to you. He was assaulting you under the guise of BDSM.

That night, yes, he went too far-

Every night he went too far. You were the perfect victim because you didn’t know you were a victim.

You don't think I'm a horrible person? I ask. I'm afraid of his answer, but I have to know for sure. I can't continue our relationship until I know what he thinks.

Of course not. He pulls me into a hug, and I hug him back. If he still lived here I would kill him for doing this to you.

"Luckily, he moved away when I left him. He had never met Blayr, so he