Cassidys POV
I open my eyes and everyone is staring at me.
"Why did you SHOW ME THAT???" I cannot make eye-contact with Dylan. I didn't know he felt that way. I can't even make eye-contact with Eric, knowing that if I choose him, in the end, I might be the death of him, literally.
I can feel eyes on me, but I stand up and storm around the table to where my parents sit.
"Tell me WHY. Or I am LEAVING." I yell. I was scared.
"Darling, as I have said before, do NOT raise your voice at me. And your father will explain." My mother nodded at my dad.
He raised his eyebrows, then looked at me. He cleared his throat and said these words, that I am not prepared for.
"I want you to pick Jackson, because he is the first born of the first born. You are the first born of the first born. If you pick either of those boys then you will fail our family name, and our plans would be fucked." He stated with a raise of his eyebrows. My mother is just nodding.
I flash back to mine and Jackson's, make out session and when I tried to push hi off of me. And my father said, "I am so glad, you two are getting along soooo well."
"Ew. DISGUSTING. I will NEVER. I guess I will FAIL the FAMILY NAME. I don't want to be a part of your, your, your, CULT." I reached down and grabbed the heels and threw them. "Haha. FUCK THAT." I turned on my heel to storm off ,when arms snaked around my waist.
"Cassidy. Please don't leave me." Jackson was digging into my back.
I turned my head and glared down at him. "Then come with me."
He got off the floor and followed me. We came up to the end of the dining room. Guards blocked our way. "Please move."
I said as sweetly as I can when I am pissed and scared, and drugged. When none of the guards moved, I screamed a little. "Move YOUR ass, BEFORE I MOVE IT FOR YOU." I was outraged.
"Kellan, let her leave, but take them both back to the room. Make sure they cannot leave."
I glare at my "father" and growl when the guard "Kellan" grabbed me by the upper arm and Jackson by the hair. He dragged us down more rows of hallways. "Let GO of MEEEE!!!!!"
He didn't. So I bit him hard on the hand that he was using to hold me. He howled out in pain and let go of my arm. I smiled and darted away from him. "Back Away."
"Cassidy. I might have to teach you a lesson about biting me." He drew back his arm and slapped me across the face before I even knew what was happening.
I fell to the ground bleeding. I stood back up holding my head up high. "Who do you think you ARE?"
"Haha. Running around leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts,...no okay." Jackson said.
"Kellan freaking LUTZ. Your fucking BROTHER."
I gasped. No way. "Like Twilight? EMMETT? Oh my gawd. I used to have a CRUSH on you. EWW GROSS. Wait. You CANNOT be my brother." He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Yeah. I said it. What you gonna do???? HUH?"
"How can I NOT be your brother?"
"Because my mom had me when she was seventeen. She only had ONE kid, before me when he was fourteen, we didn't have the same dad AND the baby died. "
"Did he?" He said but grabbed me again and dragged us back down the hallway.
I shot a look at Jackson. "Um." He shrugged.
Kellan threw us in the bedroom and slammed the door. I stood up and walked to the bathroom. As I was walking Jackson tried to grab me, but I brushed him off. I locked the door and sat on the toilet.
"Cassidy. Please let me in." Jackson was at the door. "Please. If I have to, I will say here all night long."
"Go away Jackson." I looked in the mirror. My eyes were red. My face was red. I was still in the black dress and everything. "ARGHHA!!!!!!!" I ripped the dress and bra and boots off. I stood before the mirror in the underwear that was see through. "Oh this is BULLSHIT." I stepped out of the underwear.
"Jackson. Give the black t shirt you have on." I said through the crack in between the door and the doorframe.
I heard his taking the shirt off. "Why? Cassidy. Please open the door."
"Okay. But when I open the door, hand me the shirt then MOVE your hand. Because I am going to slam the door. Okay?"
"Okay."
I opened the door a crack and stuck my hand out. "Shirt." But before he handed me the shirt, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out.
"Jackson. STOP. " I added an "A." at the end, so it sounded like, stop-pa.
"No. Okay? Don't tell me what to do. I am stronger than you and older than you and I can do what I want. Okay? I know you don't like the fact that your future is all planned out for you but come on! Stop acting like a crybaby and grow a pair. You saw yourself that in your other lives, your not happy, or taken care of. Okay? Just fucking stop. I love you and I know you feel something for me, whether you like it or not. Stop fighting me. DAMMIT CASSIDY. FUCKING STOP."
I was trying to fight him off.
"Cassidy. Stop. I love you and I don't understand you, and what this is. I know your fucking smarter than this. Stop."
He wasn't holding me down anymore, he was just, holding me. "Can I have the shirt now?" Was all I said.
"Yeah." He rolled off of me and handed me the shirt. He got up and walked away running his hands through his hair. I sat up and pulled the shirt over my head.
"Jackson, I am sorry." I started, but he cut me off.
"No Cass, I get it. You want that me guy. Whatever. Just to let you know, Black Veil Brides and Sleeping with Sirens, aren't metal."
I didn't even know he knew, I liked BVB or SWS. "I never said they were. Gawd. I always get attacked for this. I know. Static X and ACDC are metal. I like metal too. But BVB is my favorite."
"Really?" He said with attitude. "Can you name all of them besides Andy Beirsack?"
"Yeah of course I can, dumbass."
"Do it. Cause I can."
"Liar. You dont even LIKE black veil brides. Idiot."
"Yes, I am an Idiot and I LIKE bvb. I am in the BVB ARMY. I am A BRIDESMAID."
I laughed. "Whatever. You? A popular JOCK likes bvb? No WAY." I didnt believe him.
"Ashley is the BASS guitarist. CC also known as Christian COMA is the DRUMMER." Jackson started talking.
"Nu uh. No way. Andy is the SINGER and JINXX and JAKE PITTS are the guitar players. You really like Black Veil Brides? Wow. Um. Do you like A DAY TO REMEMBER?"
"Yeah. The Downfall of us all is GREAT."
"Yeah. I know. My favorite is, Im made of wax, Larry what are you made of?"
"Yeah."Jackson said, nodding. It was a quiet but nice, silent moment.
"Do you mean it, that you love me?"
"Yeah. Of course I do."
"Well." Thats all I can say.
