Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

Something you know

I ran upstairs, what the fuck was happening? My life was perfect, now a fucking assassin is making fucking breakfast in my kitchen. I changed out of my dress and heels, and put on a white sweater with black shorts, and put my hair up in a bun. I washed off the remaining bits of my makeup, it was mostly off because I cried it all off.

I ran downstairs, ready to fucking stab Jackson in the chest. I came up to him, and looked him in the eye. He was sitting at the island, the same place we shared red wine. I slapped him in the face, he deserved it.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?!"

"I told you last night that I need your help brooke, did I hit you to hard?"

"Fuck off! I don't know anything, I thought I met a ducking gentleman, but your just a fucking asshole."

"But sweetheart, just because I'm an assassin doesn't mean I'm a asshole, I'm very much a gentleman to you"

"No your not! You fucking hit me, and choked me multiple times!"

"But I also kissed you, and I'm pretty sure you liked it, didn't you?"

"I-i" is all I managed to get out.

"Ah, so you did? Not surprised"
I hit him again, he definitely deserved it, from what he did to me last night.

He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me onto the carpet, making me fall. He then stood over me, soon sitting down, on top of me. He looked me in my eyes, his eyes a glow. He caressed my bruised face.
"Aw, did I hit you to hard? Here's my apology"
Jackson leaned in for my lips, kissing me passionately. I attempted to pull away but he was too rough. And i didn't want to get hit again..

"J-Jackson! Stop it" i managed to get out.

Jackson pulled away, looking at me, while standing up.
"Looks like i ruined your pretty face, let's get that cleaned up, shall we?"
He stuck his hand out for me to take it, but I got up myself. I needed to get him out of my house, i needed to find a way. I walked behind him, ready to kick him down. I kicked his back, making him fall over and groan. I kicked him in the side making him groan even louder, i ran for the front door, but he grabbed my foot and made me trip.
"Fuck!" I yelled.

"Your not getting away so fucking easily darling"

Jackson crawled over my helpless body, and hit me multiple times.
"Now fucking tell me what you know, tell me what you fucking know!"

"I don't know anything!"

"I know you do! It's something you know! It's something you fucking know so tell me!"

"About what?!"

"Charles keefe!"

"I-i"

"Yea.. i know you know something so fucking tell me brooke, tell me or I will fucking shoot you in the head, blowing your brains out, so come on Brooke, tell me.."
Jackson pulled out a black hand gun, and pointed it at my head. i stayed still, i didn't want to get killed.

I knew Charles keefe and his family, they were such nice people, they helped me and my family, and they were a friend of ours for a while. I didn't want Jackson to fucking kill them, they had kids.
"I don't know anything Jackson, please put the gun down.."

"I know you know Brooke, I've been watching you, for so long darling, i even know that you wore your black bra and thong to match with your dress the night i took you on a date.."

I was on pure shock, so that's why I got a feeling that someone was watching me, he was fucking watching me..
I was sick to my fucking stomach.

"Now come on Brooke, do you know him or not?"

"Y-yes  i know him.."

"Ah that's more like it, now tell me, what room did he book?"

"I-i don't know anything about the trip, he just said he was going on a trip Jackson, why the fuck would he tell us what floor he goes on?"

"Stop fucking lying Brooke, i will blow your fucking brains out."

I started to cry, i didn't know anything, but if I said that he would blow my brains out, i didn't know what to say other than "i don't know".

"I don't fucking know Jackson!"

"Fine.. i will fucking find out, but if I hear that you knew I will fucking kill you, you hear me?!"

"Okay..okay I'm sorry, please don't hurt me Jackson please.."
i was bawling my eyes out, i still had a feeling I loved him, i don't even know why.. he was going to fucking kill me, he didn't care about me, he just wanted information that I didn't have.

Jackson put the gun in his pocket and ran out the front door, no way he was about to kill an innocent family.. i couldn't let him.