D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 44: Reincarnated

A/N: GNX by Kendrick Lamar for this chapter on a loop. Man has me on a chokehold with that album for months now.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of violence and blood.

"Truth be told, I've been battling my soul, tryna navigate the real and fake
Cynical about the judgement day"

-Reincarnated by Kendrick Lamar

Jackson's POV

''Please man. I swear to God I haven't done anything wrong. If-if it is about the cash I owe you I am going to get them tomorrow. I swear on my life.'' His bitch ass voice whines pathetically while Mark delivers another punch on his face.

''Seth I would love to say you are here getting the shit beaten out of you for some weed and crack, but you are not that important.'' Brody chuckles signaling Mark to continue.

Another punch, more blood spilling out of his mouth, his head snapping to the side.

''Why then?!'' He screams this time angry, tossing left and right to somehow move even though his hands are tied back on the chair. Interesting. He put himself in that position and doesn't even know how to get out of it. That's what stupidity looks like. But then again you can't expect much from someone who hits his girl.

Brody hums walking towards the window of the tattoo shop, checking between the closed blinds for a minute before he turns around. ''A little bird told us you've been acting like a bitch lately.''

''What are you on about man?'' He cries, shaking his head, but Brody is quick to snatch his hair turning his face upwards.

''Weren't you the one slapping your girlfriend outside the campus the other day?''

Seth's eyes widen and I see him clench his jaw, blood leaving his mouth and dripping down his chin. But he stays quiet. ''As I said. Acting like a bitch.'' The blonde releases him harshly to move around him.

''Is that what this is about? Why do you give a fuck how I treat my girlfriend?'' He responds and I roll my eyes, sucking the smoke out of my cigarette.

Pathetic little shit.

He should be glad I left Brody and Mark to treat him. The damage they are instructed to do is limited. Much less than the one I could inflict on him. But I need this to be low-key. Just a warning to keep his ass away from the girl. And considering he doesn't seem to get the message with words...That's more fitted.

I already told him to not show up his face again near her when I beat him in that parking lot, but the asshole thought I was some kind of deadmeat spitting threats I didn't mean.

I could have him pissing his pants on simply by showing him who I was but one, my necklace was sitting pretty around Daphne's neck and two, I didn't want him to associate her with me. Hence why, I let him go easily.

But the fuck up didn't get the message and showed up again trying to gain sympathy and forgiveness from Daphne's friend, until she said no again. A word guys like him don't know how to accept. So when Daphne told me he wouldn't stop bothering her, no matter how obvious Mikaela made it to him that she is not planning to go back, I knew I had to step in. Discreetly.

I didn't know the girl well enough to make any assumptions, but from the way she acted the last time he touched her I could tell she was someone who was used to handling dudes like him. Even though she seemed more calm and collective than Zoey, that girl was a nutcase, she showed some real strength pushing back at him. Metaphorically and literally. And I was glad that Daphne was around people like them.