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I held the doors closed as my legs gave way from beneath me and I closed my eyes breathing in slowly and out, my voice shaking slightly.
I got up slowly gripping the sink for support, I turned on the tap and splashed my face gently to wake me up. The soap. I thought, I got a pile of soap in my hand and rubbed it into both my hands, writing letters onto the mirror.
Once I was finished I opened the toilet door but before I could move Jackson stood in front of me. His gaze immediately shifted to the mirror seeing the message. Suddenly he pushed me in, my body holding onto him for support as his hand covered my mouth. The toilet door closing behind us as he shoved me against the wall, I pushed back trying to get him off off me but it was no use.
He turned at the sound of someone coming, I pushed roughly and he fell back but grabbed me before I could do anything and held my neck against the wall.
"All you have to do is make a phone call!" He scolded me, "is it that hard?!"
I looked him in the eye, his gaze meeting mine the close proximity of us not helping since I could feel the heat of his breath and my body unwilling groaning every time he'd push me more.
"Stop gambling with your dad's life"
He stopped talking. He stared down at me, occasionally looking down to my lips.
"You don't have to do this" I pleaded, my hand on his chest.
His hand moved down from my neck to the neck line of my shirt, his finger moving it down just a little to see the scar that was on my chest.
"Someone do that to you?" He observed.
"No" I lied.
"Is that what it is?" He asked with pity lacing his tone.
"N-no" I tried holding back my stutter.
Out of nowhere he spun me round hitting my back against another wall, his hand on my neck again and his knee between both my legs.
"Yknow what I think, I don't think you're a very honest person"
I groaned everytime he moved his leg, he seemed to notice, moving his knee alot more than normal.
"I'd never lie to you" he let go of my neck moving back, I sat on the lid of the toilet catching my breath. He began wiping the soap of the mirror as he talked looking down at me. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up, "your not gonna ruin it for me"
I put my hand on his neck, pulling him towards me as he fell onto the floor onto his knees, I got up quickly as he groaned and I made my way to the bathroom door, he grabbed my ankle pulling it, making me fall down with my hands covering my face. Fuck that hurt. I moaned in pain as he put his knees on either side of my stomach and put my hands over my head, he leaned down with one hand on my hands and the other supporting him from falling.
"Stop fighting" he tiredly said.
He got up standing over me and pulled me up, his hand holding my waist and my hands gripping his shirt. My legs were weak and I couldn't stand straight, he held my waist with one hand tightly and wiped my tears with the other. I looked at him and he looked back, our faces closer than ever. "Please" I pleaded, my voice sounding like a beg because of the hold he had on my throat from before. I couldn't finish my sentence for him to let me go since my voice hurt so bad.
