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(Jackson's pov:)
I watched as she tried to work, and she served people. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever met. She was absolutely stunning. I wish I didn't have to do this to her, but it's what I do. I can't give up my job for a girl, it was nonsense.

She looked like every piece of her was broken. I broke her. There was nothing left.
I was almost tearing up, watching her try to act happy and normal, when in reality she was broken. I was shocked at how I treated her, i didn't want to, it's just she never behaved. She always had to fight back, but I don't think she will today. She looked so tired.

One day I want to fix her, i want to fix her broken heart and actually apologize. she would be the type of girl I want to marry, but I couldn't. Why couldn't I have thought before getting this piece of shit job?

After at least an hour of thinking, and watching her work she was finally done. I was so patient, but now I had to talk to her, o didn't want to fight with her, i just had to make her understand.

She took off her apron and said goodbye to the workers, i walked behind her, watching as she tried to pull herself together. But she couldn't. She started to tear up again as she got into my car.

"What are you going to do to me Jackson?..." her limp voice said.

"I-i, Brooke, it will be okay i just need to talk to you, you can't make it hard on yourself or I will have to do something."

She nodded her head and lay back. She was so broken I wanted to hug her, cuddle up next to her and kiss her sweet body. I wanted to truly comfort her. She relies on me. She needs me.
I knew she thought I manipulate her, which I do, but I don't mean to. It's hurts me to see her like this but I have to finish my job.

(Brookes pov:)
I was so done with this, i just wanted to end my life, never have to deal with Jackson again.

He looked at me, as i tried to hold back the tears, though I couldn't. It was to painful to hold them back. I was so tired of being manipulated. One moment Jackson would hold me, let me cry in his arms, than the other, he would hit me and fucking knock me out. It was so tiring letting him do that to me but it was all I could do for now.

We arrived at my house and I walked slowly in front of Jackson, i took my house keys out of my purse and unlocked my door. Jackson opened the door for me as we both stepped inside. I sat down at the island, waiting for him to just knock me out. Instead he just gently grabbed my face, making me look at him, and he had sympathy in his eyes. Whether it was fake or not I was still in shock he didn't shoot me by now.

"Brooke, im going to ask you a question, and your going to answer it honestly okay?"

I nodded my head, i knew that I didn't know much about the Keefes so if i say I don't know Jackson will definitely shoot me.

"Now, do you know what hotel room they are going to stay in darling?"

"N-no Jackson i swear to god.."

Jackson walked away for a minute and rubbed his face, he was stressed.

"Brooke if you lie to me something bad will happen, and I don't want that to happen so you have to be honest okay?"

"Jackson i swear to fucking god!"

I burst out in tears, i was slipping away from reality. I started to think about how I quit smoking at 19, i started at 14. I couldn't believe how young i was. It was sick. And to think that I would start it up again is sick. I wouldn't smoke again just because Jackson was giving me a lot of stress, would I?

Jackson looked at me crying, he hugged me tightly, i was crying in his arms again. But then I felt something pressed up against the side of my head, fuck. Jackson had his gun to my head. I was full on screaming crying now, but he covered my mouth. He was shaking with rage, i knew I wasn't going to get out of this alive.

"Now brooke, if you are not honest with me I'll kill you, does that sound fair?"

"Jackson i don't know anything, i told you.. please listen to me"

"Fine, if your fucking lying i will make your death painful brooke, i will fuck you up.."

I watched as he walked out, slipping his hand gun in his pocket. I didn't know what to do, would he actually kill me?

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