Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

The date pt.2

Jack held my wrist as he walked me to the restroom. It was a single bathroom so only one person could go in at a time for each bathroom. He was holding my wrist so tight he was almost cutting off the circulation in my hand.

"J-Jackson your hurting m-me.."

"To bad"

I was so fucking shocked at how he acted, what was he doing? I thought I actually met a nice guy, now what the fuck is this?!
We made it to the bathroom and he stood outside, as I slowly walked in.

"Be quick.."  I heard Jackson mumble.
I was so sick to my stomach, I started crying, I fell to the floor. I was broke down on the bathroom floor fucking crying. I looked vulnerable. I kneeled at the toilet, I threw up a little. The only thing that was going through my head was, "what was he going to do to me?"
That's the only thing flowing through my head, and scenarios of him killing me, stabbing me through my stomach with a huge knife, smiling at me the whole time.
I had to stand up for myself, I was not going to let him hurt me, if that's what he was going to do. I was being so over dramatic, he's probably not even interested in assassinating me. He's probably not even an assassinator anyway.. or was he?

I washed my hands, putting water over my face, putting soap on my hands. Then I suddenly looked at my soapy hands, then the mirror. I saw this in a movie once, you write in soap. I started to write down "in danger, please help me" hopefully someone would come in right after me and see it. I unlocked the door and saw Jackson standing in front of it.
Jackson glanced at my face and then the mirror.

"Getting creative I see? Not on my fucking watch"

Jackson pushed me in the bathroom, him coming in as well. He pushed me against the wall, grabbing my throat, so tight I couldn't breath at all.

"Jackson, p-please I c-can't fucking breath!" I wheezed.

Jackson dropped me, after holding me by the throat for at least 10 seconds, he turned around and  turned back to look at me, on the floor, wheezing my lungs out.
I was crying on the floor. I can't believe a fucking assassin was in my life. Jackson grabbed my arm, pulling me up aggressively. He grabbed my face with one hand, leaning me against a wall. He then looked me in my eyes, and began to kiss me. His tongue down my throat. I couldn't stop because he was fucking holding me against a wall, but I was squirming around, trying to make him stop.

Jackson eventually stopped and hit me across the face, making me whine and fall to the floor.
"Now your going to help me with something, okay?" He said, his voice shaking.

"You gotta help me out brooke, I can't do this alone.."

I was still on the floor, on arm leaning on the toilet. I felt so vulnerable now.
"There's someone that I need to kill, and you have connections to them, that I need.

"I don't have connections with anyone.." I whined.

"Oh, I believe you do, see I've been watching you for a while brooke, see I wanted to make you fall in love with me, I needed to. I needed to get closer to you, to get connections from you. But you never gave me much information so I just deceived to tell you now, the secret that I have been holding for a while"

"Just let me go.." I whined

"Brooke you don't understand, I can't.

I eventually stood up, I leaned against a wall that was across from Jackson. I backed away from him, trying to get as far away from him as possible. I back away to the door, trying to open the door knob, but Jackson ran to me and hit me across the face, and grabbed me by the throat again.
"You don't have to fucking make this difficult Brooke.."

"Jackson! S-stop it p-please!"

"Not if you keep misbehaving"

"J-Jackson! Stop it!"

Jackson dropped me on the floor again, letting me hit my head on the toilet seat, and get knocked out.

The next thing I knew I woke up in my house, lying in my bed, wearing the same stuff I was last night. I slowly got up, my head hurting, I felt nauseous, so fucking nauseous. I stood up and saw Jackson making breakfast, still in his black suit.

"Ah your awake now, now we can talk about what I needed more. Go get yourself ready, breakfast will be done soon"

He made me feel like a fucking kid. I wanted to kill him then and there. But a small part of me still loved him. For some odd reason, i still loved him.