"You're fucking mine, Savannah! Whether you like it or not!" Jackson snarled angrily an took threatening steps closer towards me and the bed. "You don't fucking own me!" I retorted in a beyond infuriated tone. Jackson gritted his teeth and narrowed eyes at me. "Yes. I. Do." He said frighteningly and shoved me backwards, making me bounce slightly on the mattress. "And I'm not afraid to prove it." ----