Perfect Timing

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"No, stop." I requested pulling on his arm, stopping him from exiting my front door, my hands shaking and the cold air making my body temperature drop. I'm so tired of fighting and I'm so tired of being the only one in this relationship. I don't want it anymore, I cant have this anymore. 

"You're not leaving me, I told you, you're mine." He hauls me over his arm boosting me onto his shoulder and walking out the door. I forcefully push off of him but much to my strength his is stronger than mine. i barely budge in his grip but I'm so tired of doing this, me leaving, him finding me, and forcing me to come back and me trying like the idiot I am. 

"Jackson! i can't do this, I can't, I feel sick being near you, I feel disgusted, you cheated, you broke my trust, you fucked another woman!" I cried, hitting him as he shoved me in the back of the car. 

"You're mine." He sits besides me in the back, he reaches over and checks to see if my door can be opened but it holds its restraint, he leans back against the head rest and stares out the window, I bring my feet up to my chest and hug myself, tightly, leaning against the door and silently crying into my lap. Back to being locked down and being alone. 

"Were here." He says getting out of the car I watch him as he walks away from the car but then watch him as he comes to a halt when he doesn't hear me follow behind him, his back muscles are tense and his hands are balled up in fists as he looks down at his shoes, waiting, but I don't want to go. He probably picked her up in his car, they probably had sex in here, only place he didn't was his actual place, since I was there, unless he. I push myself out of the truck and go stand besides him before walking past the gate towards the mansion. he grabs my hand closing his fingers around my hand but mine remain open. He tugs on my hand, i look at him as he still shakes my hand, he looks at me and waits until my hand closes around his. We follow his men inside and I avoid all the stares I know I'm probably being faced with, people are here, they are always here, half naked women, men dressed in expensive clothing, smoking, dealing, I'm ashamed. He takes me into our bedroom in the mansion and locks the door, finally letting my hand go once we are alone, I bring my head up, the knot in my neck stiffens and almost cramps up. he stands at his dresser taking everything out of his pockets and going through whatever has his attention. I pace the room rubbing my neck just thinking in this stoic silent room besides Jackson's few noises. 

"Did you sleep with her in your apartment?" I sneered folding my arms over my chest and staring at his back angrily. He stops moving and his back muscles stop moving, he puts down his watch and rubs his wrist and looks at me. 

"What?" He asked meeting my icy gaze with dark eyes, he steps forward and closes the distance I created between us. Our physical distance may be gone but emotional my wall is far too high or thick to break. 

"Did. You. Have. Sex. With. Her. In. Your. Apartment?" I finish my very angry sentence and step back but not before he grabbed my hips and gripped them tightly and just started yelling loudly at me, his grip tight and hard, he first held my shift but then was able to hold onto my hips and digs his fingers into my sides.

"Of course not! Are you serious right now? I wouldn't ever bring her to my place, that means something, and shes nothing, you're my something." He shouts, veins bulging from his neck, the hurt on his face almost, just almost made me forget why he was hurt with my accusations to begin with. He used the excuse, she's a slut, I'm not, she meant nothing, but I meant everything, but if I meant everything, why was he able to risk giving his everything up?

Short chapter but im making another later today. I really hope you like this, Love, Haley.