His Toy (Book #1)

Breaking Point

"Hey! No you cannot do that." I said.

"I'm pretty sure I can't, but I'm doing it anyways." He responded.

I laughed and sat at the top of the slide watching him slide into one of the baby swings.

How he fit, I have no idea...

"Having fun Jackson?" I asked.

He looked up at me and gave me a smile.

"Yes, yes I am."

"I hope you get stuck."

His jaw dropped and he looked at me in feign disbelief.

I laughed but quickly stopped when he got out of the swing and started after me.

I screamed and stood up, then raced down the stairs behind me, away from him.

"Get back here!" he yelled.

"Never!" I yelled over my shoulder.

Suddenly his arms wrapped around my waist and I was pulled off of the ground and against his chest.

"I caught you." I said against my hair.

"Not fair..." I mumbled.

"Is too." I whispered in my ear.

He set me down and turned me towards him. My eyes looked at the ground.

His hand came up and cupped the side of my face. My gaze lifted to his and locked immediately.

We stood there for what seemed like forever before he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss was gentle and quick, but what I felt was amazing. Butterflies made their appearance in my stomach, and I got tingles, but it didn't feel the same as when Mason kissed me.

There wasn't that same spark.

It wasn't as strong this time.

But Mason has someone else.

"I really like you Reagan." He whispered.

"I like you too, but we both know we can't be together. I am here for one purpose, and one purpose only. I'm just his toy Jackson, I can't, and probably never will be more than just a toy."

"Don't say that. It isn't true. You are not just a toy. You aren't a toy at all, that's just what he views you as. You're much more than what he is making you out to be. And I know we can't be together, but we can always keep a secret."

I smiled and nodded.

He leaned in and kissed me one more time, and then reached down and grabbed hold of my hand. Our fingers interlocked instantly.

"We should get back before he comes looking for us." He suggested.

"Yea, probably." I agreed.

We started walking back towards the mansion, our interlocked hands swinging slightly between us.

Mason thinks this is a game?

Then I might haut have to show him how it's played.

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"We're home!" I exclaimed as I walked through the door after Jackson.

I watched as Jackson went directly to the kitchen, leaving me alone in the 'lobby' of Mason's mansion.

I walked towards the living room and peeked my head around the doorframe. No one was in there.

Where were Mason and his stupid girlfriend?

I sighed, they were probably up in his room.

As if on cue, I heard his door open and then Victoria came around the corner and started descending the stairs.

I couldn't help but glare at her.

Why?

Well, because all she was wearing was a shirt. Mason's shirt!

Then Mason came around the corner and down the stairs. And what was he wearing?

Just pants.

I felt anger bubble up inside of me. It's one thing to pretend to like me and care about me. But it's a completely different matter to have your girlfriend show up and then have sex with her while you're gone and prance around like it's not a big deal! Like there isn't anything wrong with the situation.

I swear he is doing this just to break me.

He knows I'm weak.

He knows I'm emotionally unstable.

And yet he does this to me.

I thought he cared...

His eyes made contact with mine, but didn't hold.

"Hi, I uh, didn't get your name." Victoria said.

I know she isn't being rude, but I just couldn't stand her because she was the one Mason was with.

I just stood there and stared at her.

"I'm assuming your name isn't Rose, please tell me so I can call you by your real name."

"Reagan." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Could you please repeat yourself?" she asked nicely.

If she weren't with Mason, I would definitely not have a problem with her. She's really nice.

"My name is Reagan." I said loudly.

"Nice to meet you Reagan." She said and held out her hand.

I didn't take it but turned my back to her and raced up the stairs.

As I passed Mason, I saw astonishment on his face. Now he knows my name. He knows I'm a depressed freak. And he probably judges me secretly.

I ran into my room, up those stairs, and into the bathroom.

The tears had started to fall somewhere between passing Mason and entering my room.

I shut the bathroom door and pressed my back against it. I slid down to the floor and let the tears pour out onto my cheeks and drip onto my cleavage.

It's not my fault I'm this way. If only I could change the past and keep the present from happening...

Maybe I wouldn't be this way.

Maybe I'd still have my mother and boyfriend.

Maybe things would be different.

Maybe, just maybe,

I wouldn't hate myself so much...

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Hey guys! I hope you liked.

An just so you know, I have gone through depression and I have cut. I'm not proud of my decisions I've made, but I've learned from them. And I'm here for anyone who's also wen through this. You're not alone.

I'm sorry if the cutting makes people mad. But at least I know the pain. I'm not just someone who uses it for more drama. I know what it's like and I hope most of you who read this never do know hat it's like.

But off of that depressing topic...

Her and Jackson have a secret that they have to keep from Mason? Will it get out? And if it does, what'll happen? Also, Mason now knows her name. Is she really just a toy to him? Does he really care for her? Or is it just a scam?

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