Outlaws

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

One week later

Skye

After the wedding, I've felt a bit different. I don't why I just did for some reason. I haven't talked to Mark, he's been keeping his distance from me. Every time our eyes come in contact anywhere he just looks away. I wish I didn't know what was bothering him but I do and it's me. I didn't want things to happen like this, why didn't the stupid priest say "any objections?!"

"Skye, aye, over here."

"What?"

"Listen we gotta pack for our trip."

"Wait where are we going?"

"We are going to Cincinnati."

"Aren't you going there for work."

"Yes but it's nothing much, I'll still be with you."

"But you're working."

"I'll be with you too, c'mon it's not like you travel. Just from here to San Antonio."

"Yeah."

"Come on, me and you alone together. Let's get away from here and spend some time together and not fight. It's me and you against the world."

I look down at my ring and feel it curve around my finger, the silver feeling cold. I sigh to myself and look up facing Jacob.

"Okay fine."

"Great! Cmon

Mark

Yeah it's been depressing around here, like literally no energy whatsoever. I made videos but nothing good was coming out. I needed to get out so I decided that maybe going back to Cincinnati will help. I know going back there will help me get over this stupid marriage that Skye is in and maybe I can figure some things out. Now, I'm not telling anyone that I'm going there, no family, no nothing. Just me.

It's sounds selfish but I can't deal with anything right now, just getting out of LA would help. Hell, leaving my house will help.

I started to pack my stuff and everything so far was good, no problem, no worries. I grab my phone and begin to look through it but all I had were really weird email for .. Umm.. Never mind, to young for that. I put down my phone and continue to look for one more thing and that was my bazinga shirt. Yeah sure I could leave without it but I liked to sleep in it, it's soft and very nice to sleep in weird conditions. Where did I leave it, at Skye's. Of course.

Did I really need it? Yes I did, piss and balls.

I then leave my house and walk over to Skye's. I hesitantly knock on the door and luckily it's Skye.

"Mark, what are you doing here?"

"I umm, need my shirt. I might have left it here."

"Oh I think I know where it is, wait right here."

She closes the door and I hear her run away. I stood at her doorstep and waited until she finally came back. When she finally returned, she hands me the shirt.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah thanks."

"Mark, wait."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, for everything. For us getting this far, me making the first move into doing it with each other, just everything."

"Don't worry about it, it's okay."

"No it isn't. I felt so bad after you left the room that I almost died."

"You would have been fine."

"No Mark, you don't understand, I almost committed suicide. I almost jumped off the railing."

"Skye, why?"

"Because I felt so bad for everything that I did, so I felt like I deserved to die. I could no longer live with myself. But I didn't jump."

"Why?"

She hesitantly says why she didn't jump, it surprised me, "Because I saw you, I saw you walking away. The way your hair blew in the wind, the way you walked away with your hands in your pockets, I just saw you and broke down in my room."

"Skye-" I was interrupted when the door swung open more, and Jacob was revealed.

"What the hell is he doing here, get the hell away from Skye." Jacob said while pushing Skye away from the door.

"I'm not leaving until Skye tells me to." I said in such a stern and deep voice.

"She doesn't tell you anything, I do. And I say get the hell away from her or I will call the police on your ass."

"Go ahead and call them, I can just tell them all the amazing times you had with Skye. Fucking raping her and beating her!" I was seriously getting pissed at the sight of him.

"I would never do that her, I could never do anything related to that to anyone."

"Wanna bet."

"Yeah I wanna fucking bet." Jacob steps out of the house and starts to get up in my face, starting to push me.

"Huh, you here to sweep Skye off her feet, take her away from me? Well listen here you bastard she is mine and if you fucking touch her I will put you threw the ground." Jacob then pushes me harder, and repeating this multiple times until I fell. He sits on top of me and starts to throws punches, but I was fighting him.

"Jacob get off of him!"

Skye runs to us and in the corner of my eye and see her pull Jacob away from me, protecting me. She's pushes him toward the house and yells at him to go away.

"Jacob just get inside!"

He obeys her and slams the door. She relaxes her body and sits down in the grass.

I get up and walk over to her, I stand in front of her, "Skye?"

"Just go home Mark, you need to get away from him."

"Okay."

I walk away, I obeyed her wish.

Skye

I sat in the grass, hearing his footsteps disappearing into his house. I get up slowly and walk back into my own personal hell. Once I walk in I see Jacob standing there, waiting for me. I close the door and lock it, I could feel the rage he held within.

"Come on, say it." I say with confidence.

"Why? Why did you protect him? He's obsessed with you Skye, he's trying to tear us apart. He just wants to see us break so he can have you."

"Jacob, for the last time Mark is so harmless. He would never break us up, he would have shown up at the wedding."

"Skye please, I know what's best."

"DO YOU, DO YOU REALLY KNOW WHATS BEST?! Because if you did then you wouldn't be beating the crap out of Mark, you would just back off. Mark is my only friend."

"I thought you weren't talking to him anymore."

"We weren't but you know what Jacob I can't help myself. I'm trapped in this house with no one to talk to and Mark gives that to me. He's my friend and I care for him. So seeing you fucking pounce on him makes me protective, it pisses me off. Do you really think I sit on my ass all day and do absolutely nothing, i fucking don't Jacob i fucking go out there and talk with Mark because he brings me comfort. When you're not here I'm alone and Mark makes sure that I'm okay. And when you're here he makes sure that's it's just me and you because he knows what's best. HE KNOWS WHATS BEST, NOT YOU!"

And at that moment I was slapped hard across the face. A small cut appeared on my cheek. The pain wasn't anything new, I was sort of familiar with it. Jacob then lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder, and takes us upstairs, but only this time he didn't throw onto the bed he throws me into a mirror. That pain was new.