All That Matters

Chapter 46

I know Darsey told me to change the subject of Jace but I can't. It pisses me off so much that I can't think of anything else. We got lunch and she made constant conversation of everything she possibly could that would avoid the pending conversation.

I can't stand it.

"I know we're both thinking about it." I say finally as we sit at a table at a vacant park, the sky thick with heavy grey clouds.

"I know." she sighs. "I just don't want to think about it,"

"You know I can't let it go."

"But you have to," she says hopefully, her eyes pleading with me.

"No. I can't. You know I hate when anyone hardly looks at you. I can't stand the thought that he even laid a finger on you. You're mine." I grunt.

"I know." she sighs when her phone goes off. She checks it and frowns a bit. "Louis said that the lights are out at the house. I need to get back and help him figure it out. We've been having electrical problems for a while." she says as she gets up and walks toward the door. I follow her out and give her a ride back to her house, kissing her before she gets out of the car.

I start up the engine after a few moments of thought and I make my way home, a little faster then I should have. But before I actually turn into my neighborhood I find myself not wanting to turn, but to keep going straight. I give into this strange urge and eventually find myself at the rundown office building that James often came to with the rest of the gang members who were almost always too high to function. I get out of my truck and slam the door, pounding up the steps and through the door, instantly spotting the prick I'd been looking for hastily. This rundown ghetto office building hasn't changed since I used to be a gang member/man whore. The desks that used to support computers and papers, now shoved to the walls, leaving room for chairs and other random useless (and most likely illegal) stuff.

I storm up to him and slam him into the wall, earning a wince on James' face.

"What was that for?" his words slur together and I can tell by his hazy gaze and slow reaction time that he is drunk.

"What was that for?!" I hiss. "You beat my girlfriend! Why else would I be here to shred you?" I boom, ignoring the four other people in the trashed room that watched drunkly.

"She told you? Well that's not good for her." I can feel his pulse quickening as the burning rage in my eyes glows brighter.

"If you so much as look at her again-"

"You'll what, beat me up?" he sneers. "You've done that before Harry. How did that turn out?"

My mind flashes back to the last time I put him in the hospital. I got arrested but luckily he agreed to not press charges for a large amount of money. It didn't bother me because my overprotective parents pay for everything I own and owe; but this effects Darsey now- and she is all that matters to me.

"I don't care. I will still pound your face in a million times." I breathe.

"You really like this girl don't you?" he asks, his tone hauntingly amused.

I frown and turn to leave when his drunk voice speaks up again. "And that's you're weakness. Love." I spin around and before I can stop myself my knuckles are bleeding after multiple rounds on his face.