Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 34

JACKSON'S POV~

The rain was pouring hard behind her frail figure and she was drenched in rain and tears. She just kept crying and rambling. I tried not to give in to her soft curves, her sweet, innocent smile, her cries, her long blond hair, the big blue eyes.

"C'mon Jackie, please. I can't do this alone," She pleaded.

I shut my eyes and turned away from her pale, weak face. "No. I can't. I can't take you in. My father...it wouldn't be good," I said.

The tears pouring from her face doubled in size and she dropped down to her knees sobbing, "P-p-please Jackie...w-what am I sup-p-posed t-to d-d-do?" She cried. "H-he c-called m-me a whore and t-t-to get ou-ut of h-his house and n-not-t to c-c-come b-b-back," She shouted.

I sighed and leaned my head back against the door frame. I let out a long breath and stood to my full height of 6'2. I bent down and ushered her inside.

I sat her down on the black leather couch and I sat on the matching love seat across from her. She sat with her legs crossed and hands folded. She was biting her lip and looked up at me from beneath her damp curls.

"Ev, you can stay here, you'll always be apart of my heart, forever. When our baby is born, they will be raised by both of us, and they'll know me as their dad, and I will care for them with all my heart," I said, meeting her eyes, which had stopped shedding tears and her mouth now had a grateful smile in place of her sobbing painful sounds.

"I promise. That's exactly what will happen," Evelyn smiled up at me and threw her arms around my neck.

"I love you Jackie."

I shot forward in my bed, panting.

The sweat was pouring off my body and my heart was beating so loudly and quickly in my chest it would make the silver bullet proud. I slowed my breathing and swung my legs off my bed.

"Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream," I repeated.

More like a nightmare.

I pushed all thoughts of Evelyn to the farthest corner of my mind and walked down stairs.

Casey and Chase were chatting with coffee in their hands, discussing Amy's disappearance.

Casey turned around when I cleared my throat and slid in the seat next to her.

Her eyes flitted down to her coffee cup and she looked to Chase and I.

"Okay...well...there's something you guys should know...about Amy...her father and I are the only ones who know...so um here it goes..." Casey fretfully looked at Chase and he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and nodded his head.

She let out a deep breath and looked the us, "Well, you guys know Amy's mom isn't around...and the reason that is...is because well, Amy's mom was an F.B.I agent, and was taken as hostage by the Knight Gang, and killed when she refused to give up any information," she finished.

My teeth gritted at the mention of the Knights Gang. They were led by a man named Ricky, and weren't the best of friends with my family.

I pushed my chair back and stood abruptly, I ran to the door, grabbing my leather jacket, slamming the door behind me without explanation.

I swung leg over my bike, Suzy, and pulled out of the driveway, and darted speeding down the roads.

I was at fifty mph, then sixty, and quickly at seventy.

I turned onto the thruway and began pushing eighty, weaving in between the cars and trucks, I swerved at the first exit and into the familiar town. I sped down the familiar roads and streets, turning and weaving around the several houses and began slowing down to around twenty mph.

I pulled into the driveway of an old rustic house, and killed the engine. I slid off the seat and pulled off my helmet and rested it on my bike. I left the keys in the ignition, I knew no one would touch my bike.

I slowly walked up to the old porch, making booming steps in my boots. I let out a deep breath and refrained from gritting my teeth so hard that they broke.

Drawing up to my full height, I knocked on the wooden door and a crooked smirk worked its way onto my face as I heard the loud steps coming down the stairs and to the front door.

It swung open revealing a blond haired, green eyed boy, an inch shorter than me, which had always bothered him.

His eyes widened in surprise and he took a step back.

My smirk grew and I pushed past him and into the house, "What the hell are you doing here Jackson?!?" He shouted.

"Oh little brother, you never did seem to understand the way things work around here," I chuckled.

Dante growled and grabbed my arm, pulling me back forcefully. I looked at him with a lazy grin on my face, "What? Afraid I'll take your place? Don't worry little brother, I don't what to be apart of it."

Dante slammed his fist into my jaw leaving my head spinning and my body slamming into the wall.

I wiped away the blood that was dripping from my mouth. "You always had one wicked right hook didn't you, too bad I have three years of training on you," I pulled my left fist back and threw a punch at his stomach, and when he blocked that I clocked the side of his head with the end of my fist.

He fell to the ground unconscious and Mama, came running downstairs. "Dante! JACKSON?!? What? You come back to hit your brother in the head and knock him unconscious? Don't call to say hello first! You never had any manners! Always getting away with shit you did! Jesus! Leave!" She shouted.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on my mothers forehead, "Sorry Mama, but I'm just here to collect some things and talk to my father," I said before slipping past her and trudging up the stairs to my fathers office.

"Jackson! Don't you dare! Vivian! Rico! Downstairs! Your brother decided to pay your Papa a visit!" She shouted.

My little sister Vivian stuck her head out the door and I saw her long blond hair spilling from her shoulders. "Jack? Oh you idiot. Dad is gonna slit your throat. You stupid stupid boy," she shook her head at me before walking out of her room and patting me on the shoulder. "I may me Dante's twin, but I can hit a hell of a lot harder than him, so if you need help, I'm just a shout away," she walked away saluting me and pulling Rico out of his room.

The ten year old sibling rolled his eyes and turned around, "You've always been the dumbest Jackson, I just didn't know you were this stupid!" He shouted, walking down the stairs to my mother and brother.

I soon heard the car pulling out of the driveway, and they left the house.

I slowly walked down the hall, took a right and pushed open my fathers office door.

I always admired this room, all the weapons lining the shelves, the papers piling his desk, the hidden nooks and crannies, where he hid money, weapons, poisons. Anything he needed for business.

I stepped into the light and flashed my father a sweet smile.

His eyes narrowed and his hand went straight to the gun strapped to his back.

"Hello father, or am I even allowed to call you that? After turning down the family business, being disowned, and blackballed from any home, business or truly anywhere in this town, moving to your rivals town, maybe I shouldn't call you that, yes? I'll just go with your name. So hello Leo."

My father pulled the gun from his back and pointed it straight at my head,

"I didn't know you wanted to die today Jackson," he said.

That's when he pulled the trigger.