Fallen

Chapter Twenty Five

TW // SA

Jackson was early to pick me up from work. Danielle had a day off so I was with Carly all day. My head and feet were both so sore from the lack of sleep I was still getting. During the day, I'd barely gotten any breaks because as soon as I'd stepped away from behind the counter, Carly needed my help with something.

"See you soon," she called as she left the café.

I smiled and waved, but as soon as the door shut behind her I let out the biggest sigh I'd ever made in my life. She was a sweet girl, but she could drive me up the wall sometimes. She'd only wiped down a few tables, leaving me to handle the rest. I shuffled over to the tables with a cloth and started the chore when the bell above the door rang. Jackson sauntered in with a beaming grin and approached me from behind. His hands grabbed my hips and bent over me.

"Hi," he murmured in my ear before kissing the back of my neck. "I missed you."

"Hey, I'm a bit busy at the moment..."

He spun me around and pulled me into him. "You look so hot in that uniform."

I resisted his touch and moved onto the next table. Jackson huffed and collapsed into the booth I was wiping down.

"How was your day?" he asked, running his fingers up my arm.

"Long. I can't wait to go home."

"Neither can I."

I knew he was trying to flirt with me, but I was too tired for it. I tried my best to ignore him, but he kept reaching out to touch my arm or squeeze my side. Eventually, I was pulled into his lap and felt his mouth on the skin of my neck again.

"Jackson, I'm busy."

"Come on, baby. We're all alone. Why don't we have some fun?"

"No, Jackson. I'm tired." I forced myself from his grip. He reluctantly let me go and watched me wipe down a few more tables in silence. As soon as I was finished, he was backing me up against the counter and running his hands down my sides.

"God, Jackson please. I'm not in the mood."

He ignored me and planted a kiss to my jaw, bringing about an uneasy feeling in my stomach. With some panic, I pushed at his chest, but he was much stronger than me and with ease he pushed my arms away. With a smirk, his mouth found mine. He tasted of alcohol. I quickly pulled my head away from his.

"Have you been drinking?"

He grinned. "I had a drink with some friends. Now I just want to treat you."

"I don't want you to do that. I want to go home."

"Shh," he whispered. "I know exactly what you want."

Before I knew what was happening, Jackson's hand crept under my skirt to skim up the inside of my leg. My body froze. I was shocked and scared. He buried his face back into my neck and refused to let up on his touching until I mustered up enough strength to shove him roughly. He stumbled back, looking more than angry at what I'd done.

"I told you, I'm not in the mood." My voice was low and I couldn't look him in the eye. "I need to get my things."

Quickly, I slipped into the back room and with my shaking hands I threw my things into my works bag, trying my hardest not to think about what just happened. Just as I grabbed my coat, my heart lurched in my chest with fear when I heard the door open and footsteps approach me from behind. A heavy force hit my back and I was pressed harshly to the wall in front. First came the pain of the impact my body and right cheek had against the bricks, then the cold sweats of panic started. Jackson's chest heaved against my back, his hot breath dripping down my neck.