My Own Little Bubble

chapter thirty-two: PART TWO. ignoring the badboy

"angelface?" somebody called and that particular name is called by a particular person. When i got up, i saw Jackson standing there near the door with a blank expression. Tears were streaming down my face uncontrollably.

He came running towards me and hugged be tight. But i backed away from him and pushed him back. I know he doesn't deserve this. But he doesn't deserve me either. He doesn't deserve his friends death.
When i looked up at him. His eyes flashed hurt and he opened his mouth to say something but mas, Tyler and grey barged inside. Jackson just removed jacket and handed to me. And i gladly accepted it. I quickly wear it, his jacket was much longer than the dress that asshole gave me.

"emma are you alright" mas asked. Yeah...  Like its not even two days before i got raped and like I've just not told Jackson to back off physically. And that am not really embarrassed to stand in front of four boys with a sluttiest dress that I've worn.

Yeah am fine.
Like hell. Am not the fuck fine!

I just nodded to his question.

"You both need to leave." grey said. Jackson nodded.

"mas take her to the parking" he said and left without asking me if i wanted to go with him. Or even a shot glance. That broke my heart in millions of pieces. Like it wasn't just broken enough yesterday.

Mas took me to the parking lot with the back gate and Jackson was already there sitting on the bike.

"emsy will meet you in sometime" mas said and i just nodded.

I hopped onto the bike, he started his bike and he rode in silence. He was driving slowly just how i like it. But i don't want to ride slowly this time.

"can you speed up please" i asked him, my boice barely audible. But he heard me and noddded his head and drived like he usually does.

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It's been forever since we left that hell of a place. And now we're standin in the petrol bunk. The ride was silent. We both dared not to speak.

After like hours our turn came and after filling the tank with petroleum. My stomach growled. My cheeks were bright red like a tomato.

"do you want to have some food?"he asked me and i nodded in responce.
He both sat on the bike and he drove to the nearest restaurant and stopped.  We both got inside. A chill breeze welcomed us. There were not many people here. But just a cute couple sitting. We sat across them so that my back was turned to them and i was facing Jackson.
He let me order since he wasn't 'hungry' i ordered lasagna and my favourite lemonade.
The order arrived within minutes and i startef devouring my food. I was eating like a pig infront of Jackson but i don't care as long as my hunger of a day doesn't get filled. After i was almost done i looke up to see him staring behind me. When i turned my head to where he was looking. He was looking at that cute couple. And that broke my heart and my stomach churned at the feeling of not having him as my boyfriend, my love, my life.

I looked back at him, now he was staring at me. His eyes were teary.

"do you want to have some more?" he asked me.
I shook my head. I was full.

"let's go"i said not able to hold back the tears. He doesn't deserve this. His eyes flashed hurt but nodded his head. We both moved out of the restaurant and hopped onto the bike.

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After an hour Jackson stopped his bike in our drive way. I ran to the door not waiting for him, i opened the door and quickly run upstairs to my room and locked the door.