D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 22: J.W.

Jackson's POV

I watch the crimson red color stain the carpet. 

Blood. 

Believe it or not I always detasted it.

My face contrasts watching the man hit the floor. Not because I sympathize with him, neither cause, I feel guilty. It's just an instinctive reaction of disgust to the sight in front of me.

Nothing good comes up from this kind of punishment. Never.

I know it quite well.

Getting off my seat I walk towards the door. ''Where are you going?'' Mark asks.

I shoot him a warning glare, enough to shut him up.

After all this time and they still don't know their place. Pathetic.

Shaking my head, I leave the room following the dim lights to the entrance.

Patience Jackson.

Outside the building, I put a cigarette between my lips checking my pockets for a lighter.

What the... I always carry one with me.

After a couple of seconds of literal confusion, it hits me.

I had one in the leather jacket I gave to her.

Daphne.

Even the sound of her name is enough to bring a burst in my brain. Like an ecstasy shot, making my body jolt, my blood pumping through my veins.

Pretty fucked up right?

And the crazy part is I don't even know when I started being so obsessive over her.

At the beginning it was just curiosity.

I was intrigued by the shy girl with the beautiful brown eyes, looking at me like a little deer.

I've never been affectionate with anyone before. Not my friends or previous girls. But it was something in the way she looked at me inside that movie theatre, that made me feel as we were connected. Like she could see through me in a way no one else did.

After that I searched for her. It was easy. We have connections everywhere and in the next 24 hours I had everything I wanted in my hands.

A file with pictures, dates and information. Things like her first day at school, the ballet classes she took as a kid, to the depression she went through the last year and the frequent visits to her psychologist.

I realized, she was so fragile which made me rethink my choice and leave her alone. She wasn't the right girl for me. Or to be more specific, I'm not the right guy for her.

I know that.

But even if I wanted to let go, our paths always crossed together.

The night Ethan called me to tell me she was in that garage dealing, I lost it. He said Eric had her with him, making my blood boil. What could my girl be doing with that freak?

I went there defying the protocol, only one thought in my mind. Get my baby out of here.

When I saw her scared and defeated my heart clenched. How could anyone hurt an angel like her?

Keeping my composure, I did what I do best. Destroy them for even think of hurting her.

And when her panic attack came up, I was there for her. The moment she looked me in the eyes and called me Joker I knew.