Savior [L.P.]

Chapter 3

After my talk with Jacques it was time for me to leave. So I checked out and walked into the dark parking lot. There were hardly any cars there, other than my car and two others. It scared me to be the only one in the parking lot. So I quickly got in my car and drove home.

Jackson doesn't live with me. He has his own apartment. But he does have a key to my condo, and occasionally he'll stay late. I pulled into the drive way. Jackson's car was there too.

Great.

My plans for going straight to bed were postponed now that he is here. I pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out the car. I went up to my front door and tried to open it, but it was locked. That was weird because Jackson never locked the door. He says no one would stand a chance if they tried to break in. I pulled my keys out of my purse and unlocked the door.

"Jackson?" I yelled.

He usually has the TV on, whether he was watching it or not. I shut the door behind me when suddenly

*SLAP*

I immediately fell to the floor. My cheek was on fire. I yelled as I fell.

"Who the hell do you think you are!? First, you ignore my text! Then you refuse to kiss me! But what really got my going was I saw you sitting at the back of the damn resturant with that little prick!"

"Jackson, it's an employee rule! We have to sit in the back!" I cried.

"Bullshit!"

He brought his arm up and slapped me back down again. I was laying on the floor crying in pain.

"GET UP!" He yelled.

He grabbed my arm that he had bruised earlier and pulled me up.

"Jackson! PLEASE STOP!" I begged.

He backhanded me right in the eye and I fell to the couch. I was screaming now. Louder than I ever had. Jackson once again picked me up. But this time with both of his hands, on both sides of my arms. He brought me up to his face. He was taller than me so my feet dangled above the floor. I couldn't stop the tears. They flooded my eyes. He looked into my water filled eyes and kissed me. His lips pierced through my quivering ones as they did previously in the resturant. His nose was touching the same place where he had backhanded me.

"Jackson, please." I said weakly.

"You are mine girl. And nothin is going to change that. You hear me?"

"Yes... Yes." I said trying to control my crying.

He let me down.

"Now go take a shower. You stink from that resturant. And your make-up is running."

He demanded. I gathered up my purse and what fell out of it and went to my room. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

Once I got to my room I locked the door. I didn't want any suprises when I got in the shower. I was really weak. I dropped my purse on the floor, next to my bed. It was meant to fall on my bed but I was in too much pain to care.

I went into my bathroom. Jackson was right. My make-up was running. My mascara left a large black trail down my face. More tears started to fall. I removed my clothes and got in the shower.

The water burned my bruised arms. I tried to keep the water off of my face because I knew that it would hurt just as bad. I turned the temperture down. I ran my fingers through my hair. I grabbed a cloth and dabbed my face. I started to cry because it hurt so bad.

Once I was done I turned the water off and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around me and stepped out. I picked up my clothes off the floor and looked in the mirror.

I had a dark bruise around my eye. I let out a small cry. My legs got incredibly weak. I stumbled back against the wall and slipped down. I just sat there and cried.

Suddenly I heard a *THUD* then a *CRACK*. My heart dropped to the depths of hell. I didn't want to go out there. I knew what my fate would be. But I slowly stepped up and peeked outside the bathroom.

I saw Jackson holding the doorknob in his hand but it wasn't connected to the door. I looked at the door and it had a hole where the doorknob used to be. I was scared of what would happen next. I went into shock.

"Why the hell was this door locked!?" Jackson yelled.

He stepped closer to me. Raising his fist ready to strike. I dropped the floor guarding my face.

"I'm sorry! Jackson I'm sorry!" I cried.

He dropped his fist. Looking at me in disgust. I didn't bother to look up at him. I didn't want another black eye.

"Don't be locking these damn doors!"

He threw the broken doorknob at me. It landed on my thigh. Suprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as it could have. But the pain was still unbearable.

"Well, I'm leaving. There wasn't anything good on TV, and you still look a mess."

He picked me up and squeezed me. I couldn't breathe. He was so strong. I gasped for air.

"Quit being so dramatic Tara. Damn."

I couldn't believe he said that to me. Does he have any idea what he does to me?

He dropped me down. My legs were to weak to hold me up so I fell. The doorknob sat right in front of me. More tears began to fall.

"Tara walk me out!" I heard him yell from the hallway.

I slowly followed him to the front door. Still wrapped in my towel.

"Bye babe." He said

"B-Bye."

He walked out the door, and I locked it.

I went back to my room and put my pajamas on. Just some pajama shorts and a tank top. I brushed my teeth refusing to look in the mirror.

I then got into bed. Finally being able to do what I've been waiting for. Well, it wasn't exactly how I expected it to turn out. I couldn't sleep on my side because my arms hurt. I also couldn't turn my head because my face was bruised. So I looked up at the ceiling

and let my tears slowly fall down the side of my face onto my pillow.

How much longer am I going to go through this? Will my life ever change?

I let those questions fill my mind. Not to long after, I drifted asleep.

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AUTHORS NOTES:

I told you that this chapter would be intense! We are getting closer to what you want to see! Keep reading it will only get better!

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