Jax: w-well? Do you?..

Jax: did you hear anything at night? Like at all?..cause it’s all blurry now..w-was there screams? Y-yelling? c-creaking? D-do you remember?

Jax: I badly remember how he used me..but sometimes it’s blurry..it was usually at night right?.. -he shuttered, having shaken breathes-

Jax: -pulls down his mouth cover to show, destroyed lips that were cut and a jaw that was heavily still marked with scars, his guard went down his neck and there was more deep cuts there- he loved to use me..for more than a punching bag, i guess...