Juvenile Delinquents

Bastard

Jackson dragged me towards the living room. Blood and tears were smeared across my face. Tyson's eyes widened at my sudden state. My red eyes and dripping blood made his suck in some air. "Melody." He whispered.  His arms were looped behind him and his ankled were held back to the chair. Every part of his body was tied with rope.

     "I'm okay, Ty. Don't worry." I reassured him. I wanted to step forward but Jackson's grip on me tightened. He seemed to have known my actions before I did.

     "Why don't we have a little chat?" Jackson's voice was sickening. His smirk was wide as he tossed me onto a chair, facing Tyson.

     Tyson grit his teeth, Jackson watched him. "What the hell do you want you sick bastard?"

     All he did was chuckle. "I'm here to talk to you about our favourite person." Jackson said as he slowly creeped behind me. His hands clapped on my shoulders as he gave a light squeeze. It caused me to hiss in pain. "Melody. Oh, sweet and innocent Melody." Jackson snickered as he slapped the sides of my shoulders. I winced as another flash of pain shot down to my broken arm. "Sorry, not so innocent."

     "What do you want Jack?" I demanded using the nickname I gave him when I was fourteen. Tyson gave me a questioning look, but I didn't care at that point. He would figure everything out eventually, and when he would all my secrets would be out. Exactly what Jackson wanted. I made the decision to tell Tyson the truth, it was the logical thing to do. He had already opened up to me. It was only right. The thought of lying to him had crossed my mind but Jackson was a wild card. He could twist my words to his liking making me lose Tyson. I knew I couldn't lie. The only harm done, was that it had been seven days since the accident.

     "I want justice!" Jackson shouted as he stepped closer to me. His breath fanned my ear. "I want to watch you suffer."

     "Justice for what? The hell are you talking about?" Tyson sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Are you off your meds or something? Because I am very uncomfortable and need to take a piss."

     I glared at Tyson. "Yeah, like taking a piss is important right now."

     Jackson backed away from me, the evil smirk on his face. "What did Melody last tell you about me?" His beating eyes were glued to me. He watched me tense up. His smirk grew.

     Tyson chuckled. "That you're a nut job and should be sent back to your psych ward."

     Jackson raised an eyebrow. "He really doesn't know anything about you, does he?"

     "Jack please." I practically begged. Although I was ready to tell Tyson my life story, I didn't want it to be leaked like that. It was wrong.

     "Why wouldn't we want to tell him that I paid you a visit the other night in your hospital room." He winked at me as Tyson's nostrils flared. I sat there frozen. Jackson was already trying to twist the truth and I wouldn't stand for it.

     "What?" Tyson asked in disbelief. "Is this true?"

     I sucked in a breath. "Yes." Tyson opened his mouth, ready to shout. "But nothing happened!" I bet him to it. Tears built up. "I swear."

     "Not only that!" Jackson was quick. He looked at Tyson. "But she even had the heart to tell me that she didn't tell you anything about her past. Isn't that right, Melly?" Jackson said using Julian's nickname for me. The one Valentino found interesting and used as his own as well.

     "Jackson shut the hell up!" My voice echoed throughout the room. "I was going to tell him, just not yet... Not now." I whispered and avoided my gaze.