Jacqueline's POV
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"Jason.. T-this isn't you. Please stop" I said as the tears stung the corner of my eyes. I could've screamed my lungs out but it would be useless. No one would hear and even if someone eventually does they'll be too wasted to help.
He scoffed "This is actually the real me. Let me tell you this, it's all a game. The nice act, the smiles and everything was fake. I just need to deal with Nicholas for topping me and trust me he's not gonna help you--
While he talked my hand tried to reach the door which still had the key on it.
".. I plan on destroying him..." He continued.
My hand finally reached the keys and I pulled it out then tightly held a key in my fist. With all my strength, I drew it toward him and dug the edgey into Jason's palm.
Once he released me to tend to the cut, I dashed out of the club.. Successfully pushing through the crowd.. I got to the exterior and hailed a cab, I rushed into it and gave him Nicholas address.
As the car moved, I reminiscence on what I just passed through.
Does Nicholas know about this? That's probably why he called and lied it was a mistake..
Geez! He actually saved me from that jerk.. I'm pretty sure I would've moved into that room with Jason if Nicholas call hadn't come in. I sighed. I'm so stupid.
"Miss, we're here" the taxi stopped and I paid before alighting.
I walked to the building and knocked on the door. Once it slipped open to reveal Nicholas, I couldn't restrain myself from giving him a hug. He staggered back, obviously caught by surprise and after realizing myself.. I pulled away.
"W-what was that f-for?" He asked, stepping away from me..
I smiled. He might try to deny it but I know it all now.. He helped me.
"You wanted coffee right? I'll make you some" I said, walking past him to the kitchen.
"A-actually I don't need that anymore" he said and I turned to him. "You were taking time so I made some myself" he said and I walked back.
"So how did your date go?"
"Why do you seem so curious about it?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Curious?" He scoffed "I'm not-- you know what? forget I asked" he said and moved to the couch.. He sat on it.
"Okay, why do I feel like you asked me to come here cos you missed me" I teased, moving to sit on the sofa. He gave me a blank stare then huskily said.
"You wish"
I smirked.
"You know what, rather than sitting here feeling all comfy why don't you get me some iced tea" he said..
"On it"
I went to the mug of coffee, poured some quantity to a cup and added ice cube into it and walked to the living room and stretched the glass to him.
"What is this?" He asked, I was about asking what he was talking about when he took the glass from my palm, left it on coffee table and grabbed my hand.. He was talking about a rough deep scar etch on my palm back.. It ran from my palm to my wrist.. I forgot to pull my jacket on.
I remembered it was one of the injuries Allan gave me with a broken bottle.
"I-it's nothing" I took my hand from his grip.. I get uncomfortable when my injuries are being inquired.
"No. I've seen a similar one on your neck, how did this hap--
"I already said it's nothing" I cut him off, looking at his eyes. "Are you concerned about me now?" I said in a motive to get him off the topic.
"What? No" he awkwardly looked away, grabbed his glass of iced tea and took his attention to it.
"You can leave now. I don't need anything else" he said to me, his gaze away..
"Sure and thanks" I walked to my jacket and grabbed it before walking out..
I took a cab home, my mind drifting mindlessly to today's event, I paid the cabbie when he dropped me home and walked up the stairs to our house. I reached the door and opened it, it gave way and I sighed hopefully.
I walked in and noticed the darkness surrounding the living room, only the moonlight gave little rays of light from the window.. I ran my hand through the walls and reached for the switch, I turned the lights on and almost immediately, froze on my spot..
On the couch was Allan, staring directly at me..
My bag dropped.
I stood transfixed for a while, waiting for Allan to make a move.. It took a while for me to see that he was still fast asleep, though his eyes was partly open and pointing towards me but he wasn't looking at me neither was his attention on me.. He was sleeping..
I sighed deeply and held my chest in relief..
My heart almost leapt into my mouth back there. It's definitely going to be a dreadful night if he had truly been awake.
I picked my bag from the floor and walked to the dinning table, I saw the empty plates and half drunk glass of water.. I guessed he ate and while trying to get to the couch, he slumped on it and slept off.
I packed the dishes and left them on the sink before walking to my room. Having no appetite to eat, I showered and changed my clothes.
I walked to my reading table, turned on my lamp and grabbed my notebooks and pen.
Memories of what Jason tried to do to me rid all atom of slumber from my body that night. I moistened my lower lip, hurt by his actions.
My life is just so complicated. Turns out my crush whom I thought was beginning to feel something for me, also rejected me. Can life get any worse? I looked down at my hand and noticed the scar Nicholas had seen.. If he could be so curious about the little scar that was on the visible part of my body then he'll definitely freak out when he sees the ones that my clothes shield.
My heart has the biggest wound of all, Jason game today completely crumpled it and right now, I could say I don't have a heart any longer.
I could've said something to someone but I can't. The family I've always wanted with Allan would go away forever if I do and honestly I don't think I'll be able to live with the guilt that everyone I call family left because of me.
My parent left because of me, I can't let Allan go too. He was never like this to me in the past, mom and dad's death changed him and I'm positive that he'll come around when those scars heals up, even though it'd take time..
He's my only family now and I can't lose him too.
I shut my eyes and breathed out, opening it, I faced my books and started flipping through the pages to read.
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"WHAT!? YOU MEAN JASON TR--
"Bring it down Martha!" I cautioned, looking around the hall to see if her yelling got anyone's attention and fortunately enough it didn't. I stopped her from walking and we moved to the rail..
"Sorry. You mean Jason took you to a hotel and tried to have his way with you forcefully?!" She said, more lowly this time but the enthusiasm was still there.
I nodded with a sigh..
"Why didn't you kill the pervert?!"
"What could I have done Martha, I was completely helpless and besides the whole place was booming with music, I couldn't do anything"
"That son of a bitch" she gritted "I told you all his niceness wasn't pure, he definitely has a motive but I didn't know it was this..extreme"
"I know. But I'm thinking if he was probably drunk when he tried to--
"Wait what?!.. You're taking sides with that douchbag now? After what he did to you?" She asked huskily.
"No.. I'm just trying to think of a reason why he'd want to do that to me"
"Can't you see it , Jackie? Jason is a maniac! He think every lady's going to go to bed with him just because he's a stupid sport god..
Gosh! I feel so pissed right now" she said. "I'm reporting him" she said, trying to walk but I held her back.
"What.. No!"
"And why not? Don't tell me you're still head over heels in love with that grossly dude"
"It's not that Martha, I agree I once had a serious crush on him but after what happened yesterday, I think I hate him now"
"Wait, you think?"
"I know"
"Then why can't we report him to the cops or to principal Howard.. He needs to pay for what he tried to do to you!"
"No Martha, I mean I know he needs to pay but what evidence do we have if we report him? We have nothing, Martha.. Jason can just deny it and everyone will believe him. He's popular in a good way while I'm just..me" I said, resting my back on the wall.
Martha came very close to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, a comforting look on her face.
"If we can't make him pay in jail then why don't we make him pay 'fistically'?" Martha said and my brows furrowed in confusion.
"Fistically? I don't understand"
"Come.. I'll show you"
"Wait," I held her back "You're not planning on fighting him.. Are you?"
"That's exactly what I plan on doing.. The dude have to taste his own blood for what he did"
"No Martha. That won't solve anything; it'll only put me in trouble"
If eventually we fight him and get called by principal Howard. She'll think we fought for no reason because I'm positive Jason is going to deny it and she'll believe him; who wouldn't?"
Then she'll send for Allan and I'll be in more shits. I weighed the disadvantages in my mind.
"You're right.. So what are we going to do?"
"Nothing. There's nothing we can do.. I'm only glad he didn't have his way with me.. I just don't want anymore trouble" I said and Martha hugged me.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to me.
"It's okay" we disengaged "I'll just tell Mrs Howard that I won't be tutoring Jason anymore then I can cut any tie that would make us meet in the future" I said and she nodded.
"do you want me toI come with you?"
"There'll be no need for that. I can do it alone" I said and she nodded.
"I'll be waiting for you here" she said.
"Thanks" I smiled slowly at her and walk past her to the principal's office.
I slowly climbed the stairs to the upper floor, getting there I walked down the hallway to the principal's office.. Getting there I knocked and moved in after hearing a 'come in'..
"Good day ma'am" I greeted and with an observant look and a stretched out hand, she offered me a sit and I took it. She closer the file before her, putting a pen between the pages before adjusting her glasses.
"Yes miss--
"Dawson"
"Yes. How can I help you Ms Dawson?" She asked and before I could say a word in response she spoke again.
"You're Jason's assigned tutor, aren't you?"
"Yes" I responded and she nodded.
"Are you here to report Jason? Hold on, did he not attend the extra class?"
"No, principal Howard, it's not that. I'm actually here to tell you I can't tutor him anymore" I said, rubbing my palms lightly.
"Oh why? Did he say or do something bad to you? Has he been showing un-serious traits? Tell me and I'll ensure he gets punished for it--
"No ma'am, nothing like that happened. I've just been really busy lately, I don't think I can cope with tutoring him anymore" I said and after a long look, she sighed and nodded.
"I understand. You can stop tutoring him, I'll just get a replacement. Send all the instruments back to me later today"
"Yes ma'am. That is all"
"You may leave" I stood up and walked out of her office.
Arriving once again at the hallway, I walked down it and just when I was about to reach the stairs, a grip forcefully pulled me and a shriek yanked out of my mouth as a palm pressed it shut, My back met a hard surface. Slowly, I tilt my head to look at the perpetrator and still feeling the obstruction over my lips, my eyes grew wide. I yanked his hand off and pulled away from him..
"Jason!" I called in anger and disgust..