I Will Be All You Need!

Chapter 3: Jackson comes to Jack's House.....Uninvited!

11:46am

TAYLOR'S P.O.V:

I awoken to the sound of a motorcycle. Damn those morning motorcycles! Oh well, it's almost 12pm, so I gotta get up. I wonder where Jack is. Ugh my head! Did I get trashed last night?

I got up and saw a note next to a cup of water. The note said:

"Hey Taylor, I want you to drink this water, you got trashed last night, this water will help. Also there is ibuprofen on the bathroom counter, take two if you have a really bad headache or aren't feeling too good. I'll be home around six tonight, and then I'll make you a great dinner, because trust me, I know you want to feel better, and not cry in the bathroom and hurt yourself again. I know you do that, but it's okay, I don't judge babi girl. If you need anything, call me. Here's my number: 302-567-4389

_#**Note not a real phone number!!**#_

I couldn't help but smile, he's so cute, and really sweet! I decided to get dressed. I pulled out my blue skinny jeans, and my purple skin tight, see through, lace t-shirt. I love that shirt! I decided I was going to take a shower. I grabbed a towel from his closet and walked into the bathroom, locking the door.

*--------*

I got out of the shower, and got dressed in my clothes. I walked back into the room and grabbed my slippers, and slipped them on my feet. I decided I was going to ask Jack to be my boyfriend. Hopefully he says yes!

I decided to clean his house a bit. I'm a clean freak so, I cleaned.

It wasn't that hard. He had a beautiful apartment! I just loved it! It was way better than Jackson's piece of shit.

5:13pm

I was unpacking my clothes, when I heard the screen door open. I assumed Jack got off work early. I carried on with putting my clothes away. I turned around to see Jackson standing at the bedroom doorway. I stood up really fast. "Jackson, what the hell are you doing here?! Get out! Go home! You're fucking drunk, dude!" I yelled.

Jackson stood there for a few minutes then frowned. "I seee yoouu aallrreeaaddyy ggoott oovveerr mmeee aanndd mmoovveedd oonn wwiitthh JJaacckkyy bbooyy! Youu biitcch.." He said softly. Oh I didn't think much of it, so I just smiled and said to him, " You can say all you want, I am over you, yes, but only because I realized you weren't worth much to me anyway, and the fact that you cheated on me again made it easier on me to leave you! You know when I was with you I felt horrible about myself and I was cutting! You're the bitch here, if anything!" I sort of screamed by that point.

Jackson wobbled over towards me. "You're a fucking cunt!" He yelled, into my ear. Ouch! Damn! I pushed him away from me. I tried to walk out of the room to grab my phone to call Jack but Jackson grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. "damn, boy! Strong grip! Let go of me.." I told him. He raised his hand to slap me. I was so scared.

He didn't hit me. He just kept his hand up. He stared into my hazel eyes. He grabbed a pocket knife out of his pocket and opened it. I was so scared..again.. He held it up to my neck.

"I'm not afraid to kill you right now...So what you're going to do, is grab your shit and come back to my apartment and clean it up for me, and then you're going to cook me food to eat, then we are going to have mad sex tonight, then tomorrow I'll wake up in a good mood and won't shoot you! Got it?!" He growled. I laughed, trying not to make it seem like I was scared. "And what, make me feel horrible the next day? Haha forget it hot shot! Not gonna happen!" I growled back.

I looked at the clock. 6:12pm. Where the fuck is he?! I looked back at Jackson. He moved the knife away from me and pointed it towards my stomach. Oh god no, not now! I tried to move his hand away but he was too quick. He got me, in the stomach. He jammed it in. Right above my waist. Oh god, the pain! Unbearable! I pulled the knife out, and jammed it in his thigh, so close to his cock, I should cut it off, but it be too gross for me.

Jackson pulled the knife out of his thigh. By the time he pulled it out, I was already running into the living room. I grabbed my phone and dialed Jack's number. I put it up to my ear, but right when he answered Jackson took the phone. "Jack, help!" Is all I could get out, and Jackson hung up the phone. He grabbed my neck and started choking me.

JACK'S P.O.V:

I heard Taylor scream help. I was almost home, so I went for it. I pushed the peddle more and sped to the apartment. When I got there I parked quickly, got out of my car, locking it. I ran into the apartment, and saw Taylor on the ground, blood all around her. Oh god! I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend tonight after dinner! I checked her pulse.

Oh thank god! She was breathing!

"Don't worry, she's alive. Just passed out from the blood she lost. I want her to come home, so I'm taking her home. You can't stop me!" I was sitting there in front of Taylor, listening to Jackson talk away. I stood up.

"You're right.." I said

"Yeah I kno.."

"But I could try!" I pulled my gun out and shot him in shoulder, and the thigh, where I assumed Taylor had stabbed him.

"Oh shit! Sorry Jackson..Oh wait! I'm not sorry! Fuck you! Go To HELL!!" I yelled.

Taylor opened her eyes. Oh thank god!

"Jack...You shot him!" Is all she could let out. She took the gun out of my hand, just as the police arrived. "I'll say I used it out of self defense! I'll tell them I took it out of our kitchen drawer and used it on him. I mean he was beating me earlier, and ya know..He did stab me!" She smiled. I had a tear rolling down my face. I couldn't help but cry tears of joy, thanking god she was going to be okay and she was going to stay alive!

The police ran in and took Jackson away, and me and Taylor told them everything, which all was the truth, except that Taylor said she shot him. We said that Jackson might tell them I shot him because he wants me in jail, so he could try and take Taylor away and beat her more. They understood and took Taylor to the hospital with me riding with her in the Ambulance.

*------------*