Freaks in The Night

Chapter 1- Darkness

I stared at Jackson as his bottom lip softly quivered. I had never seen him look so vulnerable and the worst thing was that there wasn't a single thing in the world that I could do to fix it. I felt dread consume my entire being from the tips of my toes to the very tip of my nose. I could not fathom the amount of pain he could have been after learning that both his parents had been in a brutal car accident. I peeled away my eyes from Jackson and onto the large and extravagant casket that was tightly closed, sealing away the last image of Jackson's incredibly beautiful and porcelain skinned mother, although she now had a faint grey tinge to her usually flushed cheeks and her smile had been replaced with a dark thin line. I could no longer recognize my own mothers best friend, the woman I had grown up with and nonetheless my boyfriends mother. I darted my eyes to Jackson's father who stood stoically with his arm in a black cast that fit his personality exceptionally well. I was surprised that he had sustained hardly any other injuries besides a small sprain while his wife had more fatal injuries. However I was most surprised that even now, at his wife's funeral Matthew Ambrosia still had on his professional composure and seemed unfazed by the events unfolding. I watched my mother sob into my fathers chest who reassuringly patted both her back and Jackson's father, Matthew's shoulder. I licked my lips softly and saw a dark figure of of the the corner of my eye. I turned my head slightly and saw a boy who seemed a bit out of place. He was dressed in dark jeans and a black leather jacket. Far too casual for a funeral. He stared at the casket in anger and sadness. I watched him for a few seconds until his eyes met mine. I felt an electric shock go through my body down to my bones. His eyes were dark and full of so much emotion that I could drown in the black coal orbs that held his secrets. I was shaken back into reality when Jackson suddenly let go of my arm and bolted away towards his car. I began to rush after him and called out his name. "Jackson!" I yelled chasing after him only to be stopped when a large hand wrapped around my shoulder. "Let him go sweetheart." I turned around and watched Matthew watch Jackson swerve out of the cemetery. He sighed and looked down at me several seconds. "You're a lot like my wife. Maybe he'll do better than I did." That day I didn't know what he meant, for a long time I did not know what he meant but when I found it was far, far to late and I was too deep in a mess that I could never fix. It was like I was drowning only to find out the only way to find air was to escape with my dear friend death. **** A few hours later I stood in front of Jackson's bedroom unable to take the first step inside. Matthew had urged my parents to come home for a few drinks after the funeral and he had told me to and check up on Jackson. I had gladly obliged but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to open the door. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He would do this for me and it was only right if I did it for him. "Jackson?" I whispered pushing open the door softly. I stepped inside and turned to shut the door silently behind me. I felt an arm grab onto my elbow and twist me around violently. I stared up at Jackson in confusion as he stared down at me in a dazed look. "B-Bridgette!" He slurred. "My babygirl is here!" He giggled incredulously. "Jackson," I whispered placing my hand on his cheek. "What are you doing? Your mom wouldn't want you to behave like this—how much have you drank?" I asked looking down at the half dozen bottles of liquor on the floor. "Yeah well she doesn't have much of a say now does she?" He giggled. "She's dead." I stared into Jackson's teary eyes as he began to lean in for a kiss. "Jackson stop no—you're drunk." I said pushing him back gently trying to move around him to get forward. "No!" He shouted shoving me into the door hard enough to make me see black for a second."Shut up!" He hiccuped. "K-Kiss me!" He said a bit more sternly than before. He grabbed my hands and place them above my head causing me to cry out in pain from his use of unnecessary force. "Jackson stop!" I yelled thrashing against him as one hand held my arms and another began to creep dangerously up my thigh. "Stop it! You're drunk! Listen to me Jackson!" "Jackson!" I screamed as he picked me up forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He threw me into his messy bed which was slightly wet from the liquor that had fallen open from his night stand. I crawled away to the other side of the bed only to have him grip me by my feet. "Jackson stop your drunk! Please you're not in your senses and you're going to do something you'll regret!" Jackson backed away onto his knees and looked at me with a lost expression. I pulled his hands away from my body and placed them in my own. "Jackson I know you're hurting, I really do. But don't do this. Don't shut me out and turn to alcohol. We've been together for four years. You're the love of my life and you know you can trust me. I know if you saw me spiral down like this you would be broken." He stared down at me and sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't—I'm really drunk I don't even know what I'm doing here." He started as a tear fell down his cheek. "I miss her." I shook my head and pulled him into my arms. He held me for quite some time before he final let down his barriers and sobbed loudly as he held onto me as if I was the very vein of his existence