Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 38

Jackson's POV:

I pulled to a stop about two miles away from the warehouse. A small shed stood a few feet ahead of me.

Why in hell do they need a shed when they have a fricken warehouse. Rich bastards.

Parking behind the shed I reached around and pushed my fist through the window of the door frame.

Shaking off the shattered pieces of glass from my gloves, I twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

I stepped through the door way and looked around. It looked like an old woodshop. Ladders, wood, planks, table saws, nails, hammers etc. I walked around, carefully observing the room. Sawdust lined the shelves and dust bunnies lay in the corners all about the shed. One thing didn't make sense.

The table saw was gleaming, not a speck of dust or anything to show that it had been there any longer than a few hours, or ever been used. The blade was sharp and looked brand new. Leaning over the table I ran my finger along it, pricking myself at the end.

"Shit..." I mumbled, sucking on the tip of my finger to stop the bleeding.

I looked at the table saw more closely. Running my good hand over the table I stopped on a small jagged edge in the top right corner. There was a slight ledge in the table. Moving my left hand up and over, I pushed down.

Click.

I stepped back and the table pushed back, revealing a gleaming white stairway. I studied the steps before stepping down. They were firm. Slowly wrapping my hand in my shirt, and stepping down the stairs I crept down without making any noise.

The stairs twisted to a hallway. Pure white.

Is this a fucking Japanese torture chamber?

I heard footsteps nearing and paused.

"You little bitch! Biting my hand? What kind of animal are you?!?" A deep voice shouted.

A female laugh followed. "The kind that's not afraid to kick your ass."

I recognize that voice. The roughness around the edges. The soft middle tone. That's Amy.

I heard rustling and loud thumps.

"Stop trying to hurt me cupcake it won't work."

"Don't call me cupcake, prick." I heard a loud slap followed by a grunt and a loud thump.

"You asshole!" Amy roared. "Don't put your filthy hands on me, especially not when you throw your big ass fist at my fucking face dipshit!"

"I swear to god you little shit I'll fucking murder you."

I heard her laugh bitterly. "Like hell you will. I'd be dead by now if I wasn't needed, which I obviously am. I'm not stupid you know, I'm quite smart."

"Sure cupcake. If that were true you wouldn't be in this mess."

I heard a scoff. "Bullshit. If it weren't for your assholes coming after me for no goddamn reason I wouldn't be in this mess."

I heard him grumble. "No. If it weren't for your no good, shitfaced, worthless piece of fucking asswiping shit of a boyfriend-"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT HIM?!?" She roared.

He laughed. "I said he's a worthless pieces of shit and he got you into this mess."

"I swear on my life I'm going to kill you," she snarled.

"You think I like you? I can't stand you. Your a little prissy bitch who thinks she's too good for all this."

I heard a gurgling noise and then a spitting sound. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

Amy laughed. "Well looks like you got something on your face. Oh nope missed a spot lemme help you clean it," I heard more spitting. "Don't screw with me asshole."

I heard a thud and grunting. "I've had it with you," Next thing I heard was a gun firing and a loud thud and moaning.

I'm going to fucking kill him.
He can't hurt Amy. I won't fucking let him.

"I...can't...believe...seriously?....again?...." Amy breathlessly said.

"Yeah well last time it was the thigh and that obviously wasn't good enough because you tried running away and now your little ass is being moved. So I shot you in the side. Hold on." I heard another gunshot. "Now you can't run. Unless you want to severely injure your ankle."

That's it.

"He'll come for, for me," I heard her breath out.

"No he won't cupcake. Nobody cares about you. You'll die in this shithole. Now there going to torture you. Next stop is some chains. Be prepared to strip and hang."

That's it. I've fucking had it.

I whipped around the corner and wrapped my arms around the mans neck, throwing his gun to Amy. "You shouldn't have shot her. And nobody is touching her. Only me. She's mine. And I care about her. More than you'll ever know. That's why I'm doing this."

I twisted his arm around and quickly jerked down, snapping the bone. He screamed out in pain, I spun him so he was facing me. I spit in his face and jawed him, he spit out teeth.

He got up angrily, fuming. He threw a punch at the side of my head, I ducked. Swiping my legs under his, he fell to the ground. I landed atop him, pressing him down my his chest. I kept punching him, all I could see was blood. Blood. Mine or his I don't know. I just know it was blood. Blood. So much blood. His nose breaking. His jaw snapping. Blood. So much blood.

"Jackson...stop..." I heard quietly come from behind me. I looked behind me. Amy was pale and losing blood fast. It wasn't fatal but it would definitely cause some damage. Her hand was reaching out. "Please baby....stop..."

I practically flew to her side, sweeping her up into my arms.

"It's okay Amy, I'm here baby girl. It's okay," I whispered, stroking her hair. She smiled and rested her head on my chest.

"I knew you'd come Jackson. I knew all hope wasn't lost," She whispered. Her eyes widened and she rolled out of my arms. She was ripped from the ground, tears in her eyes. Thrashing in the bloodied mans arms, she reached out for me. I reached and ran after them, desperate to grab her. I wasn't letting them keep her. She cried and shouted. Thrashing in his arms, begging me to do something. She pushed and tugged at his arms, pulling and screaming, tears running down her cheeks. I ran after her, screaming her name. She shook her head violently. Thrashing and screaming and crying, she was screaming at me. I could see the fear in her eyes, she was trying to tell me something. I wasn't processing it. She cried and screamed at me. She shrieked as I followed, crying more and more. Then I finally heard what she was telling me.

"Run."