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[TW: Description of cheating (not Larry!)]

[TW: Mention of domestic violence]

[TW: Mention of eating disorder]

(Wtf isn't triggering in in this chappie-)

It think the warnings sound worse than it is in this chapter, but I still wanted to warn you <3 stay safe

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It's interesting how different people deal with anger. Some seem to hold so much aggression inside of their body, while others are shrugging it off or rather have problems about crying quickly, because stress or sadness overwhelm them fast.

Jackson definitely was a man with a lot of aggression inside his body. Probably anyone in DEATH, who had seen him once, would agree. It was the way he lost it easily, was tensing up quickly if someone was getting on his nerves. Unlike his former fiancé, he wasn't someone that had to tame his sassy mouth, but rather had to hold back to not hurt that person physically.

Not everything is related to how you grew up. But what if the only way you have learned to handle things was gaining physical power? When you had learned that respect came from physically being able to overpower someone?

Maybe in some things, one couldn't blame Jackson. At least he wasn't fully to blame.

Moreover, he often was letting out his aggressions through training, didn't matter if it was lifting weights, boxing or weapon's training; any physical activity was relieving (he would love to insert a dirty pun here and watch the princess roll his blue eyes about it).

On some days, Jackson felt like the boxing brought up stuff he hadn't thought of for a while, which made him angrier in the end. Those moments weren't helping much, because they brought up old memories he had already buried in a grave, had wanted to never think of them ever again.

Lately he was thinking and reflecting a lot in his life and his life-choices. It was the reason why he trained so much lately. He hated thinking. It ruined you. It made you weak. It was disgusting.

His thoughts were driving around love a lot. Even more disgusting. Even more weak. Even more disgusting. And something Jackson would never fully understand and be good at.

Everyone would agree that the leader didn't know shit about love. But he actually knew some things about it. The years he had been in a relationship with Louis Tomlinson had taught him a lot. And although their relationship was over for almost two years now, it still kept on teaching him some things. Well, it rather seemed to teach him a lesson by now, when he caught himself thinking things he could puke about.

Today, his thoughts were less about Louis, though, but about many, many months ago; they made him punch the boxing bag harder. It were memories that lay in the past. When he had made one of the most stupid decision he had ever made.

A decision that had made Louis' life better in the end, though.

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[Flashback]

Danielle put her head back on the pillow with a deep breath, a satisfied smile on her lips as she closed her eyes, still felt the broader body leaning over her. Her fingertips ran over the back of that body as she hummed thoughtfully, listened to both their breathings as they calmed down.

"Louis didn't lie", she started after some time.

"You are good in bed"

It took Jackson a few seconds to figure out what the woman under him had said; the alcohol and orgasm were still making him dizzy. But when he did, he opened his eyes, breath quicker and he stared at the pillow for a moment. Meanwhile, Danielle turned her head to check the time on her bracelet.