Addiction

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                                                                                               Maria

I don't know if I fully trust Jackson because I know that he lies a lot but for right now he's my best option. My foot finally stopped bleeding and we started to head downstairs to his car. As we were walking I could feel him staring at me but I didn't want to look at him. I was scared of him snapping or who knows what else he could do. It felt so long before we actually got to his car. But we finally got there, I hopped right in and we still haven't said a word. My foot hurt so bad from the cut it was so hard to walk to the car.

"Jackson can we stop to get some bandages or something my foot hurts really really bad."

He looked over at me and without saying a word he opened the compartment in front of me and pulled out bandages. Why would he just have these in here? I quickly changed my bandage but now I had a really gross bloody bandage in my hand. I had no idea where to put it. I looked over at him for a quick second. He clearly knew what I was thinking because he unrolled the window and decided to actually speak to  me.

"Throw it out the window."

I threw it out the window quickly and rolled up my window it got a bit chilly.

"Oh look he finally speaks." I said with a bit of attitude.

He didn't look or even speak to me again, but I could tell that he got angry. I really do need to stop doing that. I don't think that he would hurt me again, but who knows at this point honestly. I wasn't even paying attention at this point so I really had no idea where I was going. Usually I would it's not like I don't know New York. We were driving somewhere I didn't recognise where we were or anywhere close.

"Um where are we going, I don't even recognise this area."

"Does it matter where we are going right now? I'm the one doing you a favour and you want to always ask these dumb questions. I'm sick and tired of your voice, why don't you just listen to music or something and shut up. " He seemed very angry.

I didn't say anything for the remainder of the ride. I just turned up the radio and looked out the window. I honestly thought that he was a nice guy. But he has proven otherwise. I can't believe I'm even in this dumb mess. If it wasn't for Damon then none of this would have happened.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was dark and we were outside a really big house. I don't know where we are. or how long I have been asleep. I didn't say anything again because I didn't want to aggravate him today any more than I already have. So I just hopped out of the car and waited for him to start walking.  

He started to walk towards the house so I followed but not to close behind. I was worried that he would get mad about me being too close to him.

"You know that you can walk closer to me right? I mean i'm not that mean to you, am I?"

I just shook my head no and I started to walk a bit faster so I could walk beside him, the driveway was actually pretty long. It honestly took like two minutes to get to the door.

"Do you live here with anyone?" I asked very nervously.

He turned to me and chuckled a bit then decided to answer.

"Of course other people live here with me. I don't need a house this big for only me. But don't worry I think you might really like them, they are just like me." He said almost cocky.

I think he knew what he was doing to me, but he just kept doing it. I thought that it would be best if I didn't say anything. He opened the door and when we went in I saw about five people in the living room. All guys and they all looked the same, some of them looked so familiar I think that they played the game too. But I couldn't be so sure.

I didn't want to make eye contact with any of them, I just kept my head down and tried to follow Jackson. He was a fast walker god damn. He didn't stop in the living room thank god. He went upstairs, he suddenly stopped when we got to the top of the stairs. I bumped into him and almost fell I surprisingly got my balance. He didn't seem fazed by it so he just kept walking.

"This is your room, right across from mine. This is the only room in the house without a lock. Your welcome."

"Why don't I get a lock? I do need privacy."

He didn't say anything just shook his head and started down the stairs. I was not about to go back down there with all those creeps. So I just walked into my so called room to look around. It was actually really nice. But I don't know about it.

The bed was a queen sized thank god. There were some cute little dressers and a walk in closet. Everything was filled with clothes and shoes, all my size that's a bit odd. It's almost like he was planning on me coming here for a while. I hated the fact that my room doesn't have a lock on it, like who does that? If anything I'll just block the door with stuff in my room, it should work out right?