[b]Jessalyn - Haywood - Death is ugly[/b]

Jess managed to knock the chair away from the door before she felt a heavy hand grabbing at her shoulder. She gave a hoarse scream from her sore throat.
An instant later the door blew open. Jess didn't have time to close her eyes so she saw the whole thing.

Bruce's body flew backwards as the shots rang out. Blood spattered everywhere, getting spots on Jess' face and clothes. She stared wide-eyed as he bled to death. The Haywood guards blocked her view of the body.
Now that the threat was gone Jess began to shake. So close... she and her baby had come so close to death... that had been the closest brush so far...
And for it to be the father of her baby...

Jess buried her face into her hands and started to sob.
Why? Why had he hated her and their baby so much? Men were supposed to be happy when they had children, or even if they weren't happy they just ignored it. She had never seen such anger, such hatred, such a desire to destroy.

The guards tried to ask her if she was okay but she barely understood them. Red marks from his fingers on her neck were now turning purple, beginning to bruise. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes seemed glazed over. Her hair was messy and her clothes rumpled from the struggle.

One of the guards lifted her up and carried her out of the cellblock and to a residential building. People whispered and stared. Jess closed her eyes, not wanting them to see this moment of weakness and despair. If she had just killed Bruce herself he wouldn't have had a chance to try to hurt her baby. But even as she thought it, she knew she couldn't have done it. Even now, knowing how much he had hated her, she couldn't see herself killing him or anyone. She just didn't have it in her to kill. That made her a weakling, a burden to those around her.

She was laid on a bed in one of the rooms and, while one of the other guards sat with her, the one who had carried her ran off to find someone, anyone, who could help her.