Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

Drugged

I woke up in the morning, ready to puke because of the terrible hangover I received.. i ran to the bathroom and puked in the toilet, not even realizing that I'm not in my own home, I'm in Matthew's house..
i remembered last night, damn it was amazing.. holy fuck what if Jackson finds out?! I'm fucking toast.
I quickly changed back into my clothes, and realized he wasn't in the hotel with me. I found a note on the kitchen counter, and I realized it was for me, from Matthew. I picked it up and started reading it.
"Hey Brooke, im at work right now, but thank you for last night, it was fun, but im guessing we're friends with benefit's?"

I sighed in relief, thank god he doesn't think we're anything more than that.
I quickly ran out of the hotel, trying not to act to suspicious as I left.

I made it to work, feeling proud of myself for even working this morning since my hangover was pretty severe. I quickly put on my apron, not even bothering to go see how  i look, i was to das to look at the bruises and scars Jackson gave me. I greeted everyone kindly as they ordered their food, waiting for Jackson to just come in and shoot me. I was so guilty but I deserved it, and Jackson did too. I deserved some freedom and Jackson deserved fucking heartbreak. I don't know why i felt this way to Jackson, he literally just fucked me and it felt amazing. Why am I still mad at him? Actually that's a pretty fucking stupid question to ask myself..

(Time skip to after work)
I finally fucking finished work, god it was so tiring. The whole time I was just expecting Jackson to walk in with a ducking gun and shoot me in the head. But thank god it was over..

I walked to the club, i wanted to relieve stress. I walked in, looking good, thank god i didn't look that bad. I came up to the bar and tied up my hair in a bun,
"Just a bay breeze"

"Yep"

The bartender passed me my drink and continued doing his job. I took a sip of relief, it was delicious. I then saw a very handsome man come in, he reminded me of a arctic monkeys song, which I instantly got attracted to right away. He came and sat down next to me, asking for a shot of gin. He glanced at me, smirking.

"Hey, what's your name beautiful?"

"Oh it's Brooke, brooke Edwin.."

"Ah pretty name for a pretty girl like you"

He was dressed in a black suit, he looked very professional, kind of like Jackson..

"What's your name?"

"Hunter"

"Interesting" i smirked. 

"Would you like to take shots with me? On me"

"Aw, that's sweet but I don't know, i got pretty drunk last night.."

"I know.." he mumbled.

"Um what was that?"

"Oh- um nothing, anyway would you like to?"

"Hmm okay i guess" i giggled.

He smirked and he ordered at least 10 shots of tequila and vodka.

(One hour later..)
I couldn't believe I got drunk two nights in a row. The whole night we were laughing, i was so drunk and he saw it.
"One more shot please?.." he asked.

"Okay, fine.."

I took the shot he gave me and felt odd, it wasn't normal, i felt like i got drugged. 5 minutes later i felt terrible, i wanted to puke. I think he fucking drugged me, but soon I passed out, why did I do this tonight? God I'm an idiot.

I woke up in a dark room, the floors were cement, hard and cold. I quickly got up, and ran around the round, i couldn't see shit. I was pressing on every inch of the walls looking for a light. I sat on the floor, thinking of why I went out tonight, fuck I'm sick an idiot. I sat and started to cry, i felt so useless and like an idiot. I got myself fucking kidnapped and I'm 20.

I heard a deep voice, it was Jackson..

"Jackson!! Oh my god where are you please!"

I saw him turn on a light and I ran to him, hugging him. He hugged me back but he soon gently pushed me away.

"J-Jackson, what are you doing?.."

"I'm sorry Brooke, but I have to tell you something you won't like.."

"Wait what?! What am I doing here?! Why are you here? Who's the guy who kidnapped me?!"

"I'll explain that all soon, but for now you have to behave, I'll be right back.."

Now fucking Jackson tricked me.. god what the fuck is happening to me.. ever since I met Jackson I've been I total idiot. What the fuck did he put me on?! I've been so love struck I just couldn't do things anymore, I was so fucking vulnerable.