"Reagan!"
I tubers around at the sound of Maria's voice just in time to be knocked off my feet. I was tackled to the couch.
I started laughing and when I heard deep laughter from the person who tackled me, I knew it was Jackson.
"Jackson." I whispered.
He was pinning me to the couch. His eyes came up to meet mine.
I have him a small, shy smile, and then quickly leaned in and kissed him.
Crawling out from under him, I jumped over the back of the couch. He quickly got up and began chasing me.
I screamed, dodging him and Maria both. Finally I felt Jackson's arms wrap around me from behind.
I was pulled to him; his face getting so close to my neck that his nose brushed against my skin.
Shivers went up my spine and I somewhat froze. His lips gently pressed against my jawline and then he rested hi forehead against the side of mine.
I leaned into him ad let his warmth envelop me. I let his scent wind it's way around me. I took my time memorizing the way his muscles flexed and felt. The way he held me. The way I could feel him staring at me.
He kissed me on the cheek and then let go of me. I watched as he went back to the kitchen and Ruth got back to work. I turned around to find Maria smiling at me.
She rushed towards me, grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs.
We went into my room and to my bed. She hopped onto it and sat in the middle, crossing her legs. I did the same.
"He totally likes you!" She said.
"What? Jackson?"
"Yes silly." She said, and hit my leg lightly.
"Is he even allowed to?"
"Who cares? And no he isn't. You're Mason's, but who cares? You two would be adorable!"
"How do you know he likes me?"
"Honestly? It's obvious. And there have been many other girls here in the past and Jackson has never looked at them the way he looks at you."
"Really?" I asked, looking down, my cheeks turning pink.
"Aww! You like him!"
"Maybe just a little bit." I said and held my arms out showing that I actually liked him more than a little.
"Aww!" She squealed.
I laughed and she took me by my hands, and leaned in towards me.
"We have to keep it a secret. If Mason finds out... Bad things happen."
"Okay." I agreed.
I heard the front door open and she must have too because she sat up and said.
"Speaking of Mason. I had better go get working before he gets mad."
She got up and walked out of my room. I sat there on my bed thinking about Jackson ad what happened. This morning was amazing.
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"I'm not hungry." I said.
Mason looked at me confused.
I sat at the table with him and a plate full of food in front of me.
"Are you sure? If there's something specific you want, my cook can make it for you."
"Yes I'm sure. I'm not hungry."
"Okay then."
"May I be excused?"
"Yes."
I stood and walked away from the table. I walked upstairs to my room, and then into my bathroom. I turned the water on and stripped.
When I stepped in, my wrists immediately started burning. I flinched away from the hot water and turned the dial so that it would cool off a little.
While I was waiting, I looked at my wrists. The new scars I had from this morning after Ruth had left me to get changed, had now started to bleed again.
Tears formed at the edges of my eyelashes, and I let ten fall.
How stupid am I? Why the hell would start cutting again over a fucking douche like Mason? Why?
I slid down to the floor of the shower and sat there for a while.
After some time, I gathered myself and stood up, finishing my shower.
I stepped out and grabbed a towel. I walked into my closet and slipped on underwear and a bra. Then I picked out a pair of black shorts. I found a light gray tank top and grabbed it along with a gray sweatshirt.
I walked out of my closet while slipping my shirt in, but I threw the sweatshirt on my bed and went back into the bathroom.
I brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth. Then I took peroxide out and dabbed it onto my wrists, hissing through my teeth at the pain.
When I was done, I dried my wrists an went back to my bed. I slipped the sweatshirt on and then walked down my spiral stairs.
After lighting the fire place, I backed up and sat on the floor with my back against the coffee table, watching the flames grow larger and larger.
Suddenly I stood up and went back upstairs. I grabbed a picture and then went back to my spot, only I moved the coffee table closer this time.
I sat there looking at the picture with tears in my eyes.
The man in the back was my father, who had left me and my mom when I was seven. My mother stood by him. I stood in front of them.
I was only six in the picture.
I flipped it over and looked at the picture I had glued on the back.
A picture of my boyfriend Garrett. Well, I guess he is no longer my boyfriend...
I blinked an the tears spilled over.
I ripped the picture of Garrett off carefully, and then ripped the part of the picture with my dad, leaving just me and my mom standing there with a severed line to our right.
I threw my fathers part of the picture into the flames, but kept the others.
I had to have something to hold onto.
Keeping secrets was my specialty and that's exactly what I had to do.
To keep Jackson safe, my life story safe, and these pictures of the people who mean and meant the world to me safe, I had to keep them secret.
So I will.
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Manusia SerigalaThis is the first book of the 'Alpha King Series'. 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼ON HOLD👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼 I am currently in the process of editing the grammar errors in this story but I am planning on rewriting tho story off wattpad as well. The rewritten version will no...