She Wanted to be Saved

Chapter 9

I walked up the front steps of my normal suburban home with Jackson in tow. We hadn't talked the whole car trip. He was probably regretting ever sitting next to me and asking to come to my house. I opened the door and went into the kitchen to place my keys on the kitchen counter. I turned around just as he was closing the front door, "there's plenty of food in the cupboards and fridge. I'm gonna go up stairs and get changed into something more comfortable."

He just stared at me for a while before walking over and placing his bag next to the counter and asked, "aren't you going to eat anything?"

"No, I'm not hungry but please help yourself," I said as I was exiting the room and climbed the stairs to my room, I could feel his eyes on my back the whole way. I chucked my bag in the corner beside my bed. I scooped up my oversized black Sleeping with Sirens t-shirt and grey trackies and then went into my bathroom locking my door.

I had taken my hair out of my pony tail and was running my hand through it when I came out to see Jackson lying on my bed staring up at my ceiling. "Nice room."

"W.. What are you doing in my room?" I demanded a little shocked that he lying on my bed, in my room.

He looked to the side staring me up and down and smiled, "I didn't feel like waiting in the kitchen and I wanted to see your room."

I inwardly groaned. Ugh, boys have no sense of privacy at all I swear. I rolled my eyes at him and went to collect my history folder from my bag and went to go out of the room, "aren't we studying in your room?"

" I thought you would be more comfortable at a table?" I replied.

"No, I like it in here better."

"Well, um, I guess we can study in here.. Do you want some food?"

"Not if your not having any thanks."

God what was this boys problem. I walked over to the bed and sat down cross legged while laying out my history books. I looked up and he was staring at me curiously watching my face with amusement, he was now propped up on his elbow. Why was he looking at me like that? Why did he have to be so damn good looking.

"So, what do you know about World War 1?" I asked as I blushed and started flicking through my text book finding the chapter about it.

"Why were you sitting on that bridge last night?" I looked up at his now curious yet slightly concerned face.

"What does it matter?" I replied.

"It matters a lot actually."

Why should he care, he doesn't even know me. Why should he look so concerned, it's not fair! He should hate me.

"You really wanna know?" I looked at him and he slowly nodded. Fuck it, what's the worst he can do? Hurt me. Like anything could make me feel any worse then I already do.

"Fine. I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't live to be the fail daughter. I'm over being that unnoticed girl that no one wants and I am over dragging people down.." I looked out the window, it was raining heavily now.

I could feel the tears start to build up, "I'm over being continuously let down and crushed. Looking in the mirror and just wanting to look pretty for once rather then just being filled with absolute disgust. I'm over this continuous cycle of hurt and pain." Then I looked directly at him, "I'm over people promising that they won't leave me and I watch them walk out of my life without a second glance, okay? Happy?"

I could feel a few tears escape my eyes. I averted my eyes from his. What's with him, it's like I'm influenced to cry in front of him. He slowly sat up and clasped my chin with his soft, strong hands turning my face so I was staring in his eyes, "you are absolutely beautiful and I promise you that you will never be alone again. I promise you Malory. Never again."

I just stared at him and the tears flowed with more ease as sobs racked my body and he pulled me into his arms cradling me in his protective iron grip. He held me and whispered sweet soothing words into my ear, rocking me back and forth like a baby. I hugged this boy who I had barely known for two days and buried my face into his shirt that smelt like washing powder and mens aftershave. That's all I had wanted someone say, I couldn't bare being alone anymore but I was scared that he soon to would leave me like everyone else.

After a while we ended up laying on top of my bed stretched out he hugged me to his chest and our legs were intertwined together. He would run his hands through my hair and I gripped his shirt as if no one could take him away from me. His cheek never left the top of my head and every now and then he would place a warm kiss to the top of my forehead. The tears and sobs were long gone by now we just lay there together in peaceful silence.

I looked up to his face to see his beautiful loving blue-green eyes staring back at me. He wore a sad, reassuring smile on his perfect face. He really was the most handsome man I had ever seen, second to Kellin Quinn of course. What would someone like him see in a girl like me, a sad girl who wanted to die. Why would he even had bothered? The questions continued over and over until the words left my mouth, "Jackson?"

"Mmm," he mumbled back.

"Please don't ever leave me, please."

He stared at my face observing all my features and answered without hesitation, "never."

Then I heard the front door open. "Malory! I'm home and whose car is out the front?" my mothers weary voice shouted from down stairs.