Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

Regret

Jackson sped down the road, making me hit the walls of the car. I quickly put on my seatbelt and prayed to god that I was going to survive this car ride. Suddenly a bullet went through the back window of Jackson's car, hitting my shoulder.
"Fuck!" I yelled in pain.

"Fuck did it hit you?!" Jackson yelled.

"Yes.."

"Fuck! Okay put your head down, take off your shirt, put it on your wound and put pressure on it."

I did. as Jackson said, and I whimpered in pain, crying.
"It's okay hunny we'll be safe soon.."

I was whimpering, breathing fast, I felt like shit. It hurt so bad I wanted to just fucking cut off my shoulder.

Jackson quickly made a sharp turn once he lost the guys, driving to the hospital. Jackson rushed me inside, quickly running up to the nearest nurse,
"Please help her, she got shot.." Jackson cried, he started fucking crying.. he reminded of the song "pretty when I cry" by Lana del ray. I was so surprised when he cried, he was so beautiful.
And that's all I remember, then I passed out.

When I woke up I felt so nauseous, like I had been injected with thousands of drugs. I slowly opened my eyes, my vision filling with the morning sun.
I groaned in pain, my shoulder was killing me.

"Brooke! Oh my gosh you woke up.."

"J-jackson?.."

"Brooke, it's okay hunny don't speak.."

He hugged me, kissing me on my cheek, his eyes tearing up. He was so beautiful. I couldn't believe he cried last night, that's all I thought about while he was hugging me.

"Are you okay?! Does your shoulder still hurt?!"

"I'm fine Jackson, I promise.."

"That's good cause I-"

"You wanna fucking tell me about last night?"

"I-.."

"Yea.. I know"

Jackson looked at me, stressed about trying to think of what to say to me. He took a step back from me, looking guilty. I've never seen him guilty before.. 

"I'm sorry Brooke, I didn't think that I would fall in love with you but I did, I fell in love with you Brooke, I am in love with you.. please Brooke I'm sorry. When Hunter planned that Matthew would  take you home I was so fucking passed, I knew you could see it brooke, so you know that I love you.."

"Jackson I regret fucking meeting you, I regret being with you, I never wanted this to happen to me, and people are after you and me, I don't want to get killed. And the amount of times you fucking  hit me?!"

"I'm sorry Brooke please.."

"I don't know Jackson, I regret everything.."

"Please don't say that."

"I fucking regret meeting you"

After I said that I saw a look of sorrow on his face, he regretted everything he'd done to me, all the bad shit that happened to me. My life was perfect, now look at it. I wish I never went in that cafe. I wish I never moved to this shitty town.

Jackson looked at me, and left, shutting the door gently which I was surprised. I thought he would've shot me then and there, but I guess not.

Some how I still love him, a deep part of me, deep inside of me still loved him, and will always show sympathy for him. I hated it, but it was true. I still fucking loved Jackson.

I took a look at my wounded shoulder, this wouldn't have happened if I didn't meet Jackson. He made me so angry, but he also made me so happy. It was so hard to explain. Our love was odd, but it still worked, it worked for us.