"Now you're thinking about it." Jack whispers, his voice sends chills through my body.We were laying down in my apartment after I had work.
"What do you think I'm thinking about?" I ask softly, looking up at him. He had a cigarette in his mouth. He sends me a playful smirk.
"What we got here."
I nod, turning away from Jack.
"I know." He mumbles. "I won't hurt you. You know I could give you way more than him." Jack says, lifting my chin. "You're mine. Nobody else's. I don't want to share you with anybody. I mean anybody. So Luke needs to go." Jack's anger was noticeable. He blows smoke in the different direction, his dark brown eyes turning darker.
"I'll do it." I blurt out.
"Really?" Jack mutters because of his cigarette between his lips.
"Yeah." I stand up, grabbing my phone.
"Bring him over. I'll stay in your room." Jack says, laying back.
I call Luke, asking him to come over and he does quickly.
"Hey babe." Luke kisses my forehead, acting like we didn't fight a couple days ago.
"Hi. Um. We need to talk." I say, sitting down on the couch. He sits next to me, nodding.
"I don't want to be in this relationship anymore." I mumble, looking away. "I'm breaking up with you."
He scoffs, standing up and pulling me up. "Luke, chill."
"Fucking whore." He yells, pushing me against my living room wall. "I saw your hickey, you've been cheating on me!"
"I..I'm sorry." I look down. Luke pushes me again, making me wince in pain.
"Who the fuck is he?" He shouts.
"Jack!" I yell back.
"Jack who?" Luke pulls me by my hair, tugging me back to him.
"The drug dealer one, gilinsky." I cry out. Suddenly, Luke was off of me and I hear him screamed. I turn to see Jack on top of Luke, beating him like crazy.
"How the hell are you going to beat a girl? Especially my girl!" Jack yells, getting up. Luke struggles to get up and leaves as fast he could.
"Thank you." I whisper, my body shaking.
"Are you okay baby?" Jack ask, kissing me repeatedly.
"I'm okay." I smile, hugging him tight.
"Told you he's a dick." He mumbles into my neck. "Baby I got you. I'll be different."
I smile, pulling away from the hug. "Thank you so much." I say again. Jack kisses my forehead, grinning.
"It's okay love." He grabs my hand and pulls me over to sit down on the couch. We both lay down with each other, enjoying each other's presence.
"Hello?" Jack answers a call.
"No what the fuck. You had one fucking job." He says, after the caller speaks for a while.
"Shut the hell up. I'm already pissed." He mumbles, rubbing his temples. Jack gives me a desperate look and kisses me lightly while the another person talks on the phone.
"I gotta go baby. I'll call you later." He whispers. Jack stands up and leaves after waving goodbye. I get ready for work.
I walk into the record store, wearing a white plain shirt with a red flannel and leggings. I braided my long hair over my shoulder, leaving a few strands by my face.
"Sammy babe!" I laugh, jumping over the counter.
"Hey love. Can ya file?" He ask, nodding towards a box of records. I nod, grabbing the box and moving towards the A section.
I file for a while until the J section. Sam sits on the ground next me, helping me out.
"What's new in your life?" He ask, brushing a vinyl off.
"Broke up with Luke." I mumble.
"Oh shit, really?"
"Yeah, I'm talking to a guy named Jack."
"Jack?"
"Gilinsky."
He pauses, standing up. "Crazy ass drug dealer?"
I nod gently, looking up at him.
"Careful darling." He mumbles, walking away. I finish my shift, taking a short cut home. I walk behind an apartment complex, hearing a deep raspy voice.
"It's rather simple." He says clearly. I hear a groan and a body fall onto the concrete. I bite my lip, watching the scene.
"This bullet will go into your head." He says, holding up a shiny sliver bullet. "Unless you can explain why the fuck you're in my territory." He yells, kicking the man. It was obviously Jack, talking to other guy.
"It- I-I- It was an accident." The man stutters, spitting blood into a different direction. I back up, hitting a garbage can.
"Who's there?" Jack turns, walking my way. I try to turn the corner until a hand reaches out and grabs mine.
"Fuck." I whisper.
"Got you baby."
