His Girl [s.m]

7: caught

I fell asleep in Jackson's arms, he held me tight. Before I fell asleep he repeated, "I won't let him hurt you anymore."

I mumbled and squirmed a little. I felt secure by him and thankfully tonight I could have a good sleep. I was sleeping in one of his old shirt that he allowed me to wear for the night.

My dad would murder me the next day.
"I need to go home." I mumbled in my sleep.

"No shh, you can't sweetie."

"He'll slap me and push me again. He'll make my mom hurt badly." I groaned, I felt his body holding me tighter. He ran his fingers through my hair.

"I know baby. That's why you won't go home."

I crashed asleep as he held me. The next morning I woke up with the comfort of his warm body next to mine.

I got off of him. And I checked my phone.

Mom: please don't come home until he's calmed down.

The first text I read. I sighed and felt as though I made a mistake. I know I made a mistake, a huge one.

"Jackson, I have to work. Could you drive me there?"

I quickly went into his bathroom to change into my work clothes that I brought yesterday. I really examined his bathroom, it was beautiful. Heck, his whole apartment was beautiful. I walked out and seen him shirtless.

I was speechless, his body was something I wanted to explore. "Like what you see?" He flexed his arms and I rolled my arms. Nope he ruined it.

When we arrived to my work, I groaned. "Don't worry, I'll be here to take you home."

I felt my heart race as I remembered what my dad told me. "Um you can't anymore."

"Excuse me?" He says offended. "I will walk you home."

"My dad says if he sees your car he'll shoot you."

"Shoot me Huh? We'll see about that." He chuckled grabbing my thigh, slightly squeezing it.

"I don't think you should until he calms down, okay? Just for a week." I tell him but he didn't like that idea at all.

"No one should have a problem with me taking my girl home. It's dark and dangerous. I'm taking you home whether he likes it or not." He demands and then kisses my cheek. "See you tonight."

I got out of his car and he drove away unreasonably fast. As I was working I couldn't get the thought of him getting shot. Does my dad even have a gun?

I groaned I just wish my dad would leave forever.

"Hey girly, hows you and that gang killer." Katherine popped up and grabbed to get some coffee.

"Gang killer?"

"Yeah? I thought you were okay with it. I texted you about it last night. And you said you already knew and it was okay."

"You're unbelievable Katherine. Trying to get me to be scared of him? Well you failed. Him and I have something good going. So stop trying to fuck it up!" I freaked at her and stormed away to the washroom.

I felt bad. I was just fed up with my dad with the way he treats my mom and me. I'm scared that he'll do something to Jackson. I'm scared what he will do to me.

I splashed my face with cold water to wake me up. Rubbing my eyes felt amazing.

After my long ass shift I seen Jackson in his spot where he had parked. I was nervous for him.

"Hey sweetheart, how was your day?"

"Great. Let's just go I guess." I avoided Jackson, I just hated how he didn't really give me a say in anything.

As we arrived, we walked together. He stood by my side. "Jackson you can go now."

"And leave you alone with him? No." He grabbed my wrist pulling me inside. I didn't want to but he forced me in. He held me close to me by putting his hand around my waist.

"K-Kennedy. You're crazy to think you could disappear for the night and then bring him home?" She whispered at me.

My dads drunk ass came up to us at the door. Jackson glared at him.

"Who. Is. This." My dad said with his fists turning white.

I stayed silent and stared at the ground. I felt him rubbing my back.

"I'm Jackson, sir." He tried to say as nice as possible but it came off raspy.

"Get the hell out of my house and don't ever contact my daughter again." Tears were filling up in my eyes. My dad grabbed my wrist tightly making me wince in pain.

My hair moved and he seen the mark Jackson left me. He slapped me. "You whore! Your mother taught you it!"

"You." My dad pointed and walked towards him. Jackson didn't move or flinch his jaw clenched in anger. "Are a dead man."

"Don't you ever touch what's mine ever again." Jackson stepped forward leaving over my dad.
"I don't think you want to know what will happen if you do." Jackson smirked. "If you even touch her mother ever again, don't think you won't get the same consequences."

"Why you little piece of shit." He muttered. My dad walked towards my attempting to boot me in the face. My hands immediately cover my face. But before he could touch me Jackson pushed him against the wall, strangling him.

I quickly got up. "Stop, stop! You'll kill him! Jackson!" I put my hand on his arm trying to pull it, i was crying even harder. Jackson turned to look at me, his hands slowly released from my dad's neck.

"Get your things Kennedy you're stay with me tonight again."

I seen my mom sitting on the chair, she didn't want to move. My dad was sitting on the floor and coughing trying to regain his strength. I ran upstairs happily to grab my stuff.

I ran back down the stairs. I walk towards my mom giving her a tight hug. "I'm sorry ma.. i love you."

"Be safe. I love you too." She smiled a little but her face was just pain.

We got into Jackson's car and I breathed deeply. "You weren't actually going to kill him were you?"

"I was thinking about it. But that was just a warning."

I scooted over in my seat, suddenly feeling unsafe already again. He stopped the car when he could feel i was afraid.

"I will never let anybody hurt you. I won't even let me hurt you. You're my girl."