She Wanted to be Saved

Chapter 10

Jackson's POV

She was absolutely everything I had hoped for. Holding her in my arms felt perfect, perfectly right. She was so small and thin, scary thin. I knew she had many secrets she was yet to share with me, I could see it in her eyes, almost like there was a war zone going on in there. She always had this distant look in her eyes almost like she was in her own little world but somehow I think that world was more of a living nightmare. I ran my fingers through her beautiful golden long hair and held her to my chest like we were stuck like glue.

I barely knew Malory, but she was beautiful, beautifully broken. She looked so vulnerable and I felt this sense of protectiveness over her. I saw how they had treated her at school, like she was lower class, like she wasn't worth it. Everyone has made her believe the lies they have fed her. She wasn't worthless, she wasn't a freak or fat. She was perfectly Malory. She didn't need to change that for anyone.

A couple of hours ago when she had emerged from her bathroom she was absolutely mesmerising. She wore trackies that were baggy and a Sleeping with Sirens shirt that was way to oversized and her hair was out flowing down her back like the night we had met. She was stunning. She had the look of utter surprise on her face upon seeing me uninvited, laying on her bed, I couldn't help but smile at her.

Now I held her in my arms like I was holding my whole world. Its so weird how things could change. A week ago I was kissing a hot cheerleader for fun behind the bleaches and I never thought I wanted a relationship. Now I lay with a broken girl who I planned on fixing, I wanted her. I wanted her all to myself, I wasn't sharing this one. I hadn't realised I was staring into her grey blue eyes until she whispered, "Jackson?"

"Mmm," I mumbled back staring into her eyes noticing that they had bold blue specks as well as white which gave them the pretty grey colour.

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

I looked at her face it was a mix of sadness and the little hope that was displayed in her eyes. I could hear the need laced in her words, she looked lost in herself. She looked perfect.

"Never," I replied.

You better not stuff this up Jackson, I criticised myself. This girl girl needs you, I could see it in her eyes. I am going to make her smile again, her real smile. I wanted to give her a reason to live and that reason being me.

My thoughts were interrupted by Malory's front door opening and a feminine voice streaming throughout the house, "Malory! I'm home and whose car is out the front?"

Malory sprung up from the bed leaping out of my arms like I had stung her. She went to the window and looked at the pitch black street with one street lamp that aluminated a little circle of light.

"Crap," she exclaimed and nearly fell over the side of her bed and checked the time on her alarm clock which flashed, 10.02pm, "crap, crap, crap, crap, crap."

I sat up and she turned the lights on and retrieved her history folder that had fallen off the bed. We could both hear her mother's footsteps coming up the stairs, "Malory? Hunny?"

I helped her spread out some of the World War 1 papers we had received from our history teacher a little while ago and she opened her text book to the chapter about World War 1 just as her mother opened her bedroom door.

"Oh Malory, why didn't you.. Whose this?" She demanded with a mixture if surprise and anger. Her mother looked very similar to Malory although they differed in some of the facial features in which I assume Malory had inherited from her dad or grandparents.

Before Malory could answer I got up and shook her mother's fine yet strong hand, "hello Ms. Thorne my names Jackson and I'm working on an assignment with your daughter for history. I'm sorry if I inconvenienced you in any way, I was about to leave anyway." If that didn't get me in the good books then I wouldn't know what would.

She looked at me in surprise but a friendly smile spread across her tired features, "oh, that's fine but for future reference I suggest you study downstairs rather then in the bedroom."

I returned her smile, "sure, sorry."

With that she left the room.

Malory piped up, "I'll walk you out to your car."

I turned around to see her bright red and embarrassed face, I grinned at her which only made her go even more red. God I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't, not yet.

I laughed and went over to her, "so gonna walk me to my car or what?"

She snapped back to reality, "um, oh, yeah right."

I laughed at her and she gave me a questioning look. I stood in front of her and wrapped my arms around her thin waist bringing her closer to me planting a firm kiss to the top of her head and then got my bag from the side of her bed that I had bought up from the kitchen. She gave me a genuine smile that only held a shadow of sadness, progress.

She walked me out to my car and gave me a quick brief hug weary that her mother was watching from the window. I tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and smiled at her. I slipped another piece of paper into her hand which help my number, "please don't lose this one," I then slipped my hand into her soft one intertwining my fingers with hers away from her mother's eyesight, "goodnight, stay strong darling."

With that I released her hand. If I had a choice I wouldn't have left her but I had a mother of my own that would be worried sick. I scrambled into my car and started the engine before driving away knowing she would cloud my thoughts and dreams tonight.

Malory Thorne. You will be the death of me.