My BadBoy

Chapter 13: Off limits

               A/N: Things are about to get heated ;)

           Jackson turned the heater on in his car because it was after six pm and it was getting a little chilly. Plus I was shaking like a wild animal on steroids. He decided that a restaurant was not the best place to talk about his past so we had to walk back two blocks to find his car after he payed the bill which was over two hundred dollars. We are now under the stars at a place called 'lake neverland' and i'm seriously contemplating whether this is a date or not, I mean we did technically spend the whole day together.

       "There are rules to me telling you this story,". Jackson broke the comfortable silence between us. " The main one is you can't cry".

       " Is it that sad?". I had to ask.

     " I couldn't say because, you are —and will be— the first and last person I tell this story willing to". His eyes traveled to the stars above us and I felt a small tug in my heart from how incredibly attractive and vulnerable he looks right now. Also because he's choosing to tell me something so personal. Or maybe it's just my teenage hormones.

     " Thank you". I smiled and he nodded.

        He cleared his throat. " Ten years ago —I can't remember if I was in America or Italy— I was eight years old. My family and I lived in a old run down neighbourhood in the city, we were poor but we were happy and somehow that made all the difference because things never got better but we still had each other".

        He focused on the stars again and his eyes glazed over like he was almost picturing it in his mind. " One day I came home from school late and started to panic because we were supposed to move to a different place and I didn't want to get left. My parents were rushing to get everything packed when I got home and seemed to be very anxious and wanted to leave as soon as possible. Of course my mom scolded me for being late but she wasn't mad, just happy I was safe".

         I took my shoes off and pulled up my feet so I was hugging my knees —yeah it was that kind of story— Jackson glanced at me but didn't say anything. He continued.  " Someone sniped my mom right through the head from a tall building behind her and her feeble body fell right on top of mine, my dad screamed but it was too late, and group of men dressed in black came out from every corner and a few of them grabbed my dad. I met his eyes and he told me to run but I couldn't, my mom's blood was on my face and my dad was crying".

                  My food was threatening to come back up so I grabbed a bottle of water from the cup holder that Jackson had opened for me and chugged it down. He began again. " They basically beat my dad to pulp and handed me a gun with two choices, one, I shoot him now and put him out of his misery or two, I watch him suffer and die with him. My dad was screaming at me to kill him, he was sobbing even but I was scared. So I took the gun, shot the bastard who beat my dad and then I...I".

    " I know,". I touched his shoulder. " You don't have to say it".

         He killed his dad.

      " I was alone for days after that vanilla bean, the guys who killed my parents didn't think I was worth it so they left me to die on my own. That's when your—". He cleared his throat. " My boss. That's when my boss saved me, he took me under his wing and help me become who I am today. I know I'm a monster but... I didn't want to be, it was my only choice".

         Don't cry.

         Don't cry.

          Don't cry.

          My lips wobbled. " I'm so sorry". I sobbed.

           " Christ vanilla bean,". He jumped in shock. " Not in the car".