Jack POV
I yawned and walked outside my bedroom. With her thoughts surfing in my mind, I walked in the living room.
I frowned, when I noticed her sleeping with her mouth open, completely spread on the floor.
'How could she even sleep so soundly on the floor?'
I tiptoed towards the kitchen to drink some water. While taking the glass, unknowingly it slipped from my hand, making an ear piercing sound.
Horrified, I swapped my head towards the sleeping figure who instantly sat up, still her eyes were closed.
Y/n: "I'm up! I'm up!"
She said loudly, slowly standing up. I watched her moves but somewhere I knew she didn't notice me yet.
I hid behind the counter.
Wait why am I even hiding? Saying that, I stood up giving almost a jumpscare to y/n, who screamed her lungs out.
She fell on the couch. I couldn't help but feel my lips twitching, but instead I held it in and approached her.
Jack: "Look, who is scared of me?"
I mocked her.
Y/n: "Why would you appear like that? I thought it was a ghost or something?"
She said catching her breath.
I chuckled.
"Ghosts in the morning?"
Y/n rolled her eyes.
"It could be anyone, like a thief or something"
She said and stood up walking towards the kitchen. I followed her. Was it our first civil conversation? Why would I feel good?
Jack: "You're afraid of thief, and not me really?"
She paused and looked back at me.
Y/n: "Living with a person for a year or two, do you really think I'll be afraid of him overnight? Even if I'm afraid, then maybe it's from you but not your body, the one who lives in there"
She said calmly and drank some water, before walking upstairs.
I was standing there still. My mind went back to her words, I tilted my head in confusion yet shrugged it off.
Time Skip
Jack: "Get ready, we are leaving."
Y/n stiffened.
Y/n: "I-I'm sick."
She was caught off-guard when he placed his hand over her forehead.
Jack: "Not burning though. Get up and change your clothes."
He said sternly.
Y/n looked down and gave a timid nod. Her heart wasn't at peace, nor was her mind.
'He's just going to make me question my existence today..'
She thought to herself before getting one of her decent and most favorite clothes. She smiled looking at beautiful floral dress as her mind went back to Vante.
She couldn't help but tear up.
Y/n: "Your princess is getting ill-treated. Why aren't you showing up, Vante?"
She caressed the dress, as her teardrops fell upon it.
She startled.
"Hurry up you sloth!"
Y/n: "I-I am"
She went inside and went on wearing that dress.
She took the perfume and slightly sprayed it on her. She sighed in satisfaction at the smell. It was the same fragrance for which she was complimented by V.
She set her hair prettily and walked outside. Gulping down the lump formed in her throat, she walked down, her insides shivered when his spooky eyes fell on her.
Jack: "That's it? Wait! What kind of smell is that? Is it you again?"
Y/n didn't look up at him. She shouldn't tear up at this moment.
Jack sighed loudly.
"I'm very ashamed of you suddenly. Why can't you wear something better than this huh? Your fashion sense is just, ugh! Let's go anyways. We're already late because of this!"
He emphasised the last words, stabbing her heart deeper and deeper. She felt insecure when she already was no good.
Jack: "Use your legs! Come on!"
She pursed her lips and walked out.
There was a cab standing just in front of the entrance. Y/n frowned and slowly walked in.
Jack was already sitting inside. Y/n hesitantly opened the door and sat in.
Jack: "Finally the sloth is here.."
He muttered underneath his breath only for her to hear, who slightly pouted and looked outside.
Y/n POV
I was nervous, scared. Where is he even taking me? Is he finding new ways to humiliate me in front of people?
I had my fingers intertwined with each other and they went on sweating due to nervousness. 'Shall I ask him?' . I looked at him, only to find him already smiling at me.
I startled and almost instantly looked away. He scooted closer to me.
Jack: "You want to know where we are going right?"
He whispered. I gripped my own hands.
Jack: "We are going to my favorite place."
Saying that, he scooted away, leaving me confused.
'His favorite place..? Is it--
........
As I knew.
It was a club.
Jack smirked at me, but anyone could know he was excited like hecking excited for it.
Jack: "It's been so long since I've been here! I love this smell!"
He sniffed the air and sighed in satisfaction.
He walked inside again leaving me behind. Shall I run away? I was about to take off until he looked back at me with his death glare.
I looked down yet again and walked inside, following him like a puppet, I was. I almost gagged at the smell, ugh! What an odour!
I found Jack sitting in front of the bartender already. Ignoring all of the gazes, I sat down beside him. I could hear him scoff once I did so.
Jack: "Everyone is looking at you in disgust! Why would you even wear such a baby dress? Just watch those girls.. how beautiful and sultry they are and here you are."
I fiddled with my fingers, not really trying to defend myself. I startled when someone just sat beside my chair.
Not even glancing at the man, I scooted my chair closer to Jack who made a disgusted face and gulped the drink in one go.
Jack: "Ugh! Don't let anyone know that you're with me!"
He whispered rudely, standing up already.
I stood up to follow him, not really wanting to be left alone at such a place. But the bartender caught my attention.
"Would you like to have a whisky or rum?"
I gasped.
Y/n: "N-no"
I denied and looked back only to find him nowhere. It was crowded for sure, I had to look away from those disgusting scenes and sat down on the chair alone.
I startled when the bartender spoke up again.
"Actually, mam, you need to order something if you need to sit here. As you can see, there is already a huge crowd, and seats are limited so.."
He said with a polite smile.
I was panicking not knowing what to do.
Y/n: "I'm n-new here.. a-and my husband left me alone. I don't know where he went--"
"Okay! It's okay. Um here"
He said putting a glass in front of me. I shook my head vigorously.
Y/n: "No no no.. I don't drink"
He laughed softly.
"It's just a fruity mocktail."
I looked up in hesitancy.
"Trust me. Chug it down. You'll love it"
I gave a timid nod, and took a sip.
My eyes lit up, he was already looking at me in hope. I gave a big thumbs up, he smiled in relief.
Y/n: "It's so good!"
She said in pure excitement. He flipped his hair back in pride. Y/n giggled slightly.
"Do you want to know the recipe?"
He asked in pure enthusiasm.
Y/n: "You will tell me?"
She asked with her eyes wide open.
The handsome bartender nodded.
"I don't tell it to anyone, but since you're the only one who's sane."
Jack POV
I was sitting on the other side of the club, and just let myself relax on the couch. I took one more shot. I stood up, trying to go back at her when someone held my arm.
I looked back, and saw there was a lady in a scandalous outfit, tugging my shirt sleeve.
I raised my eyebrow and sat beside her. She started crawling on me as she spoke up. I almost gagged and pushed her off me.
Jack: "Ugh! Yuck, my wife smells much better than you!"
I spat and stood up.
And when I realised what I actually said, I was already in a dilemma. Wife? But to be honest she smells like heaven nonetheless.. what the heck!
I shook my head and walked towards y/n. My feet took a pause when I found her laughing. I stared at her side profile, as she smiled ever so prettily.
My lips twitched, but my expression dropped in a second as I looked in front of her.
There comes again the tug in my heart. She was laughing at someone who wasn't me, maybe he's the reason she's smiling.
My mind went back to those two days I spent with her. She didn't ever smile at me? Well, I didn't give her a reason to do that but only if I knew her smile was this pretty then--
Wait, what? I like seeing people in pain, how come I'm liking to see her laugh. Am I changing?
I felt my heart burning nonetheless. I couldn't take it all the way. I walked towards them, and when she noticed my presence her laughs quitened down.
I frowned. I really wanted to keep hearing her melodious laughs. I glared at the bartender, my nose flared in rage as I looked at him from top to bottom.
What's in him that's making my wife laugh?
I clenched my jaw and looked back. Y/n was already looking down, fiddling with her fingers. I squinted my eyebrows and looked away.
I sat beside her and tugged my hair. I'm so confused! What the hell is wrong with me? I could feel her stare at me and sooner I felt a tiny tap on my shoulder.
I looked at her. She leaned in, I gasped and turned back.
"What the-- what the heck are you doing?"
She shook her head and sat straight.
"I-I just want to go to the washroom.."
She whispered, I leaned in.
"What? Washroom?"
She nodded.
Y/n: "I've been controlling it since forever, since you're here please take me to the restroom.."
I clenched my jaw.
She was laughing so soundly with another man. What about that time? Wasn't she feeling the pressure?
Jack: "Go and find yourself!"
I spat.
Y/n: "B-but.. I don't know any--"
Jack: "You didn't know anything and here you were laughing with a stranger as if he was your childhood friend!"
I knew that was my jealousy speaking up. Why would I get jealous?
Y/n: "Plea--"
Jack: "Just go will you? It's on the left, see it's right there!"
I pointed at the corner. Y/n sighed and stood up with her all courage.
When I noticed her getting in, I went on drinking until that bastard spoke up.
"Uhm.. I guess you must've followed her. She barely knows anything here"
Jack: "Mind your own business!"
I spat. But he wasn't having any of it.
"Sir.. she was way too scared to even sit here alone.. don't leave her al--
I looked up and held him by his neck.
Jack: "She's my wife. You're no one to her you get that! Save your care for your girlfriend or something, bastard"
I pushed him away and sat on the chair, continuing to drink. He coughed out and turned away. I scoffed, chugging down my drink.
'How dare he! Making my wife laugh'
C'mon Jack! Why the heck are you addressing her as your wife?
Talking about her.. why is she taking so long? I rubbed my temple and stood up, on the way, I bumped into someone and before I could process, the person ran out.
I furrowed my eyebrows looking at their back. Wait.. the only person who's wearing a rayon dress is.. is my wife.
Why is she running out? Without having any second wasting, I ran behind her. Once I was out, I found her running away on the street.
I paced up and just ran faster until I caught up to her. I held her by her arms, panting.
Jack: "Why are you runni-- hey are you crying?"
I bent down to see her face, but I couldn't since she dug her face down and the only thing that was left for me to see was her hair.
I could hear her silent cries, her shoulders were trembling.
Jack: "What happened y/n? Talk to me. Why are you crying?"
She struggled in my hold. I pursed my lips and pinned her against the nearby wall.
Jack: "I won't let you go until you tell me the reason why you're crying? And why would you run away like that?"
If it would've been any other I would've laughed but I didn't know the reason why I was desperate.. worried?
Jack: "Look up at me!"
I said sternly and when she did I was speechless. Her lips were bleeding at a corner while her neck was covered in blotches.
I stretched my fingers to touch them, she feared away. Before I could process anything, she hugged me. I almost lost my balance, at the jerk.
My heart clenched unknowingly when her wrenchful cries reached my ears. I shut my eyes close, her cries were like gashes to my heart.
They made my heart bled for some reason. It was like for the first time I felt hurt.
My hands trembled as they held her waist.
'I'm not loving this! I'm not enjoying her pain! I'm not enjoying her tears!'
My hold on her waist tightened. But sooner, I pulled her out and stared at her.
Jack: "Who did this?"
That's my foremost concern.
She cried and shook her head.
Y/n: "I-I tried.. h-his girlfriend made fun of my fashion sense... and that man j-just threw himself on me"
She sobbed, not knowing what damage was she causing to my heart.
Y/n: "I pushed him! I-I kicked his balls a-and just ran out."
I clenched my fist when she clamped her mouth, crying out.
Y/n: "I'm sorry.. I-I embarrassed you j--"
I placed my finger on her lips.
Jack: "You're going to tell me who they are"
Saying that, I held her hand. She looked up at me with her widened eyes.
Y/n: "I-I'm not going in.. they-- they will--"
Jack: "They won't! They can't touch you anymore."
Saying so, I dragged her towards the club. My blood was boiling, I felt like killing that man and his so-called girlfriend.
Once we entered, I had a firm hold on her hand. I dragged her along with me in the direction.
Y/n tugged my shirt, I looked back. As she eyed a couple who were wasted and were laughing.
I cracked my neck and marched towards them. They stopped talking as they stared at me.
"Yeah bro? Who are you?"
Jack: "You touched my wife..?"
He looked over at his girlfriend and laughed out loud.
"Why would I touch your wife? Are you drunk?"
I pulled y/n closer, now she was facing them.
Jack: "She's my wife.. you touched her she said"
Y/n shivered at the tone.
The man gulped and so did his girlfriend. I smirked.
"U-uh.. I didn't! You s-see my girlfriend is here, right babe? Did I touch her?"
His girlfriend shook her head.
"I'm seeing her for the first time."
Y/n panicked.
"N-no.. j-- no! They're lying I--"
I turned to her. She was continuously shaking her head. I left her hand.
Jack: "Don't go anywhere. Just stay here"
I said to her before going and punching that bloody face of his.
He fell down at the impact as his girlfriend screamed. I kicked his stomach harder and didn't give him a chance to protest.
His girlfriend pushed me back and I smirked.
Jack: "Mocking my girl out for her fashion sense huh? Who are you? Huh? Wearing that scandalous outfit, are you calling yourself, a fashionista? Bitchy slut!"
I mocked as I kicked that man's stomach. I crouched down and smirked.
Jack: "Touching my girl.. I see.."
I punched him right on his cheek. He cried out, when I pressed my fingers right on his throat, digging them in and drawing his blood out.
He screamed in pain, filling my insides with satisfaction. His girlfriend pushed me away. I stood up and slapped her.
Y/n POV
I gasped when he slapped her. It was horrifying to me. His fingers were soaked in blood, the one he used to dig in the man's throat. He laid on the bed lifelessly, with his mouth bleeding and so as his throat.
I looked around and found the music was dimmed and now we were the centre of attention. I walked towards and held Jack, who was gripping the girl's hair.
Y/n: "J-Jack..."
I tried to whisper.
Jack: "She's mine! Mine to insult, mine to mock and mine to love! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GO AND TALK SHIT ABOUT MY GIRL!"
I was taken aback. Did I hear something wrong? What?
Y/n: "Let's go.. let's go please, master"
I muttered leaning closer to his ear.
He loosened his hold, as she fell on the floor. He looked at me as I startled.
He grabbed my arm and pushed me in front. My lips quivered, what is he going to do with me now?
Jack: "Go ahead and best that bitch up!"
Y/n: "H-huh?"
He walked closer to me and whispered.
"Either you're going to beat them, or else I'll kill them"
I gulped and looked at the lady. I felt infuriated and kicked her. I paused and looked at Jack.
Jack: "That's it?"
I gave timid nod. He sighed.
Jack: "Anyways, touching that bitch of a girl would just ruin my beautiful angel. But you--"
He said and kicked the unconscious. I held him back startling.
Y/n: "He'll be dead! Leave him and let's go"
Jack muttered a bastard and glared at the people who were surrounding them. He looked at me and stretched forward his hand.
I hesitated to hold his blood soaked hand and unknowingly left the hand hanging.
I felt as if I made him angry when he sighed. He crouched down and wiped his bloody fingers on that unconscious man's shirt.
Jack: "Now?"
He asked stretching his hand out. I hesitantly placed my palm over his.
He held it and dragged me out again. Once we were out from the mess, Jack sighed.
Jack: "If only I had a jacket.."
I frowned upon hearing that.
'A jacket? For what?'
He suddenly paused at the middle of the street. I gulped when he looked at me. He pushed my hair back, I tried to hide it but when he shushed me strictly, I closed my eyes.
I found his finger grazing over my neck area. I hissed.
Jack: "Bastard, I would've just killed him.."
He sighed heavily.
Jack: "It hurts, doesn't it?"
He asked timidly.
"W-why do you even care?"
I asked.
Jack: "I don't know.. I don't know why am I feeling like to murder every single person who is the reason for your tears.."
I stared at him for a while.
Y/n: "What if I tell you that you're the reason behind my tears? Behind every that dreadful night where I've cried myself to sleep?"
I said it. The thing that kept burying in my heart, I verbalised it.
His eyes met mine.
Jack: "I won't hesitate to kill myself"
He said and stormed away.
I furrowed my eyebrows and ran behind him.
"Are you going to kill yourself, huh? What kind of drama is this? Behind the close doors, you've always made me cry.. and now, you went ahead ready to kill that person? You went on saying those things, for what huh? Did you even mean them?"
I yelled while following him.
His steps slowed down and soon he paused. I was staring at his back.
Jack: "I never gave any the reason for you to believe me.. but I meant every single word of them, I know."
I looked down.
Jack: "I never knew that someday.. I'll be despised of myself, feeling low about my dignity! What are you doing to me, y/n? Why are doing this to me!?"
He yelled turning at me.
I flinched away.
Jack: "I'm not liking the way you're flinching away from me! I'M NOT LIKING THE WAY ANYONE CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH AND NOT ME! What must I do?"
I looked away. My eyes were filled with tears.
Y/n: "For now, I want to go home, p-please"
I whispered looking down.
I heard him sigh as he fished out his phone booking a cab online. We didn't talk after that, not until the cab arrived and we sat in.
I side-eyed him only to find his stoic expression. I looked down in fear.
'I just hope he's not angry at me.. either way whatever he said might be out of alcohol..'