Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

Listen to me

I was lying on the ground, frozen. Jackson could come back any minute and say that I was lying, and blow my brains out. I was terrified.

I eventually slowly got up, and tried to clean some of the blood on the floor. There wasn't much, just a few drops from me and Jackson hitting each other.
I washed my entire floors with a mop and looked as good as new. Jackson gave me at least 3 more bruises. I looked terrible. I then remembered I have training today at 1:30.
"Fuck!" I yelled.

I ran to my bathroom and looked at my face, it looked not bad, but still sort of messed up. I put foundation and concealer on my face, hoping to fix it up a bit.
Once i finished it was 12:30. I put on the same thing I did yesterday morning, a white button up shirt with a black leather mini shirt and black heels. I ran out the front door, locking it shut.

I ran to the cafe, taking my hair out of the bun I had it in, and walked in.

"Ah your here! The training will start right away, just put this apron on dear."

"Okay!"

The lady walked me through what to do, and how to use the register, and all the basics. And she said to come to her if somebody was bothering me. I put on the black apron they gave me, and my work began.

People were very kind to me as i served them, it was like how Jackson was on our first meeting, this same cafe. I somehow still loved him, no matter how many bruises he gave me, and even though he didn't love me back, i was still in love with him. It was sick. But it's true.
"Everything going good dear?" The nice lady asked.

"Ah yes! It's perfectly fine!"

It honestly was perfectly fine until he walked in, he fucking had to walk in.
"Hello Brooke.."

"I-i Jackson What the fuck are you doing.."

"I don't think you should treat your costumers with such rudeness now should we?"

"No, i shouldn't.."

"Right sweetheart, now sit down, i have to talk to you."

Jackson sat at a table and I followed, he wasn't going to fucking ruin my work life, please god no.

"Now, when your finished your shift, we are going straight to your house, do you hear me?"

"W-why?.."

"Because I have to talk to you hunny.."

"Get out"

"Excuse me?"

"I said to fucking get out Jackson. You've ruined my life! Do you see these fucking bruises?"

"I'm sorry i ruined your pretty little face, but you wouldn't listen."

"That doesn't mean you have to fucking hit me several times!"

"Brooke it's okay, come here hunny, just bottle the emotions a little bit okay? Just follow me"

Jackson took my hand, and walked me to the single bathroom, and came inside with me. He held my face in his hands, letting me cry even more. He then hugged me, allowing me to cry in his arms. I felt so vulnerable right now, crying in a assassins arms, who would ever guess?

I was full on bursting out crying in his arms, and he was comforting me? Why the fuck was he comforting me? He's the one who gave me these bruises.
It's almost like a toxic relationship, i mean I'm pretty sure it is. He manipulates me, he's a fucking manipulator. I just couldn't get out of it, he couldn't let me go because I could tell fucking everyone what he's doing to me.

Jackson grabbed my face and kissed me, but quickly pulled away.
"Brooke, Brooke listen to me sweetheart, i need you to listen. Just calm down okay? When your done your shift your going to come with me okay?"

I nodded my head, not trying to start a fight right now, because I couldn't. I couldn't fight Jackson anymore, i was to drained. So I just hugged him as he held my weak body, listening to me cry. Once i was done i left from his grasp to look at myself in the mirror. I wiped away all the tears and tried to fix the redness. When I was done i left the bathroom, Jackson following. I watched as Jackson sat down, he was smirking at me, i could tell he looked stressed, but I didn't give a shit anymore for what he was feeling. I couldn't fucking care less. He made me sick. I can't believe he held my weak body, and let me cry when in reality once we get home he's gonna beat the shit out of me. I was so scared, i couldn't let him do that again but I was so tired, and so in pain.  He hurt me, and I didn't want to get hurt again.