He Calls Me Lu

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

I was sitting in my living room, waiting for Jackson to come pick me up. I was wearing the dress he bought me, along with shiny black, knee-high “hooker” boots. My wavy blonde hair was pulled up into a half ponytail, with ringlets framing my face. The usual makeup.

The doorbell rang. Opening the door, I saw Jackson wearing black skinny jeans, black dress shoes, and a black dress shirt. His black leather jacket completed the look, and he looked totally gothic. On some, it might look creepy. But not on Jackson.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little lady tonight?” He smiled, looking me up and down.

“You’re looking quite nice, yourself, Mr. Torke,” I said, grabbing his hand and leading him out the door. We drove to the restaurant in his parents’ red camaro, making small talk on the way. He opened my door for me and helped me out of the car, handing the keys to the man who would park our car. The waitress sat us in a secluded corner of the restaurant and took our orders immediately.

“I’ll have a glass of water, a small salad, and the steak, please. Make that medium-rare. French dressing for the salad,” I said, smiling up at her. “Thanks.”

“And I’ll take a mountain dew, and a cheeseburger. No onions. Fries on the side. Medium, to well-done,” Jackson ordered, his eyes never leaving me. “Please and thank you.”

“Jay, this restaurant is kinda fancy, don’t you think?” I asked.

“Yeah, maybe a little,” he replied. “But anything for you, dear.”

“I wasn’t referring to that. I know you’re made of money.” I smirked at him. “You ordered a cheeseburger and mountain dew. That’s a McDonald’s meal.”

“I don’t care, baby. It’s what I eat. And it better be damn good, or we will stop at McDonald’s on the way home to make up for it.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Whatever you say, Hun,” I replied. We didn’t talk much as we waited for the food. Actually, we didn’t talk much the whole time we were at the restaurant.

“Now, when we get in the car, I have a blindfold for you, so you can’t see where we’re going for the surprise. You can’t take it off. Promise?” He explained on the way out.

“I promise,” I sighed. “Now, let’s go.” He dragged me to the car, and tied a blindfold around my eyes. He stopped once on the way to our destination and got out of the camaro. The second stop, he opened my door and let me out, as well.

“Here we are, baby.” I started to pull off the blindfold. “No, not yet. I’ll do it when we get there.”

“But you said we were already there,” I said, confused.

“Well, we have to walk a little bit, first.” He pulled me along. “Okay, now I’ll take it off.” We were at a lake. The sun was setting across the water. He had two ice creams in his hands. Chocolate for him, vanilla for me. It was perfect.

I pulled him close for a hug. “Thank you so much, Jackson.” I hugged him as tightly as I could with one hand. “It’s perfect.” We sat on the dock together, eating our ice cream. It was perfect. Until Jackson started being himself again.

He kissed me. Hard. His tongue was pushing its way further and further into my mouth. I pulled back. He went after my neck, kissing and nibbling. His hand moved from my knee up to the hem of my dress. I tried to push him off. He was stronger than me.

“Jackson. Get off. Now,” I said, pushing his shoulders. He wasn’t cooperating. “I don’t want this and you know it. Get off.” Still nothing. I grabbed my purse up off the ground and dug for my cell phone. I dialed.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Bren. It’s me. I need you to come pick me up. I’m at the lake at the cross between Harriett and Darwin. Drive fast, please.” He hung up. Now all I had to do was keep Jackson off of me until Brenden got here.

I saw lights coming towards me. Jackson’s hand was still on my inner thigh, dangerously close, but he hadn’t gone any further. His kisses were getting down to my cleavage, his free arm pinning me to the ground. I was still pushing his shoulders.

“Jackson. Get off Courtney right now.” Brenden was walking towards us, his hands balled into fists by his sides. Jackson looked up. His hand made it to my underwear, which happened to be a thong, as to not show panty-lines through my dress. As he watched Brenden get closer, he started to pull the underwear down my legs. I screamed and moved my hands to his neck, my nails digging in to his skin.

Brenden pulled Jackson up off me and I stood, heading for the car, my undies on the ground. “Jackson, don’t bother stopping by again. We’re done.” He growled in response. Safely in the car, I looked out at them. Brenden was talking to Jackson, whose eyes were piercing my face with hatred. I looked away, occupying myself with the radio. Brenden soon joined me, his hand covered in blood.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I punched him. Right in the teeth. Tore up my knuckles.” I looked for something to wrap his hand in. “Check the glove box. I might have a towel or something in there.” Sure enough, there was. I wrapped it around his bleeding hand and tied it.

“What did he say to you?” I kept my gaze to the floor of the car.

“He was mad. He thought the reason you didn’t want to have sex was because you loved someone else. He wanted to force you into it to make you love him instead. It’s a brutal thing to do. And I let him know that.” He grabbed my chin with his good hand and lifted my face so I was looking at him. “He didn’t want to listen, so I punched him. Twice, actually. The first time I got his eye.” I smiled. He leaned in to kiss me.

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A/N: Picture on side is Courtney.