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''Get in the fuckin car!''

One.

I follow his order silently, while he shuts the door behind me.

My heart beats at the speed of the light right now, but I don't have the courage to look at him, nor talk.

He is mad.

No, he is furious and no matter how much I trust him, there is one truth I can't deny.

I don't know him.

I like him. A lot. He makes me feel things no one else did.

But I don't know him. That's the reality.

And in this moment, I feel terrified for his outburst. I've no idea what he is going to do with me, since I'm pretty sure he won't leave me anywhere I ask.

Not that I have the nerve to speak back at him.

An uneasy feeling settles inside me the moment he gets in the car.

Sitting behind the wheel, he takes a deep breath closing his eyes.

I can tell he is trying to calm down, from the way he is clenching it, but it doesn't seem to work.

I look away, playing with my fingers awkwardly.

''Put your seatbelt on.'' He says in an authorize tone and I obey him quickly.

Silence fills the room after that, before Jackson breaks it once again.

''Time for a ride. Baby.''

Is he going to kill me?

No, I don't think so.

I sigh looking at his side profile. My eyes wonder from the sharp jaw line, to the high cheekbones and his dark eyes.

Those eyes that are capable of bringing me so many emotions. I wish I could lose myself in their depth and never come back.

My gaze then falls on his lips. They look so...kissable.

I unintentionally lick mine, with the thought of it.

Honestly it would be a privilege to get killed by him.

He catches my stare and looks at me briefly, before he averts his gaze on the road.

''If you keep looking at me like that, I'll have to stop the car and punish you right here, in front of everyone to see.''

Yeah, a damn privilege.

I stare at him flustered, all kind of images flashing before my eyes and none of them has to do with the punishment, Isaac must receive at the same moment.

''Would you like that baby?''

He says with a smirk, after watching my expression.

I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I look away shyly.

''Play the innocent as much as you want. There is no escape now.''

Fuck me.

*

Twenty minutes later we were still driving across the city. Rain started to fall, and it was getting heavier as the time went by.

I wasn't sure where we were going since my window was too foggy, but I couldn't bring myself to ask.

''What were you doing there?''

He asks suddenly, taking me by surprise.

''I-I was at the party a-and Isaac...''

''Why were you at the party in the first place?''

I can sense the anger in his voice, and I gulp hard before I finally answer.

''A f-friend invited me.''

''Stop stuttering.'' He says in a cold tone and my eyes pop open.

This is the first time he is talking to me like that.

I feel the tears building up, but I blink them away, not wanting to give him another excuse to scold me.

I look down on my lap.

''Isaac? Is that your friend who invited you?'' He continues, voice full of anger.

''N-no...'' I start, but I close my mouth, as soon as I realize my stuttering.

He grips on the steering wheel, jaw clenching.

''Of course not.''

I see him smiling ironically and at that moment I know. He is mocking me.

He doesn't think I'm capable of heaving friends like Isaac, of being out...and my heart shudders.

I'm nothing to him.

I don't deserve his attention, I'm too...low.

Tears start slipping down my face and I can't stop them.

''Look at me when I'm talking to you!'' He yells and I flinch.

Sobs leave my mouth while, I try to steady my breath.

I turn my head away, but he manages to take a glimpse of it.

Immediately his face softens, as if he just realized what he was doing.

''Daphne...''

''I wanna g-go home.'' I say between sobs.

''I'm sorry, Daphne please look at me.''

His voice sounds pleading, full of regret. But I'm too broken for this.

''S-stop the car.'' I say.

''Listen..''

''Stop or I'll jump!''

I don't recognize my own voice. There is so much pain and bitterness.

But there is also something else. Determination.

I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do.

I'm sick of playing the good girl and get nothing in return.

I'm sick of my life.

The car doesn't stop and I immediately head for the door, opening it half.

Jackson lunges towards me, grabbing my wrist harshly.

''Are you crazy?'' He yells, pulling over.

I don't even spare him a glance. Opening the door, I get out, letting the heavy rain wash over me.

My eyes close for a moment, before I start walking.

I hear Jackson leaving the car and run behind me.

''Daphne!''

I don't want to be near him right now. Even if that means I'll go back on foot and drenched in rain.

''Daphne stop this!''

His voice brings more tears to my eyes and I walk faster.

''I said stop!''

He grabs me from behind, turning me around to look at him.

''What are you doing? You'll get sick.'' He says, holding my arms with both hands.

I shake my head negatively.

''Let me go!''

Trying to free my arms, I move furiously, but his hold remain the same.

''Calm down. Would you?''

''No!'' I yell angry.

''Let me go...''

My sounds get muffled by his chest. He hugs me tightly, resting his chin on my head.

''Calm down baby.''

I don't hug him back, but I stop fighting. There is no reason after all.

The moment I feel his warmth encircling my body, his familiar sent filling my lungs, I know it is an end game.

He won.

''I'm sorry.'' He whispers, holding me tight. ''I'm so sorry.''

I say nothing. Tugging his shirt, I sob quietly in his chest, the rain still heavy upon us.

Couple of seconds later, he breaks the hug to look at me, not letting me go, as if he is afraid, I'll disappear.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you...Please forgive me.''

His voice full of sincerity and regret.

I look up searching for his eyes.

So beautiful. That's all I'm thinking.

How can someone be so beautiful?

Even now, drenched in rain he looks...ethereal.

His wet hair stacking on his forehead. I have to restrain myself from brushing them off.

My gaze swift on his lips. Droplets of rain fall on them and every part of his perfect face, making me want to drink them, drink him...all of him.

''So, can you forgive me?''

He squeezes my hand looking for an answer.

There is an uncertainty in his eyes. As if he fears I'm not going to give in.

And no matter how badly I want, I can't.

Not right now.

''I need to go home.''

It comes of more like a whisper, but I know he heard me from the way he squeezes my hand, not letting me go.

''Ok..'' He says exhaling deeply.

''I'll take you home.''

''Next block.'' I mumble quietly.

We didn't exchange any words during the ride and I'm glad.

I don't think I would be able to fight once again. He respected my choice and drive silently. Steeling some glances towards me.

The moment I saw my house I asked him to stop. I'm not in the mood to get caught by my parents.

''I'll leave you at the front. It's still raining.''

''No. I don't want my parents to see you in case they are awake. Besides, I'm already wet.''

I see him taking a deep breath, while his eyes sparkle.

I can't explain the look on his face, but I suddenly feel conscious. As if I'm naked in front of him.

Clearing my throat, I attempt to break the awkward silence.

''Goodnight, I guess.''

He quickly caught my wrist preventing me from leaving.

''Babe please listen to me for a second.''

''I'm sorry if I scared you. You know I would never hurt you right?''

I stay silent before I answer bluntly. ''Do I?''

He looks at me hurt and I don't know where I find the bravery to say the next words.

''Because the only think that's pretty clear to me, is that I don't know you at all.''

''You don't mean that.'' He says in a serious, but defending tone.

''This is the truth. I've seen you three times, all of them under crazy circumstances. I don't know anything about you, besides your name and I am not even sure if that's your real name after all. You are not on social, no registration, it's like you don't even exist! I lied to the police for you. And for what? To get thrown away like a toy.''

''You are not a toy. Don't you ever say that.''

I can tell my words affected him more than he likes to show, but I'm not backing up. Not until I get what I want. I am not going to be the stupid girl who gets persuaded by sweet talks. Not again.

''Then what am I? Huh?''

Looking at him straight in the eyes I wait for his respond. My heart beating fast, my whole body shaking.

He is gulping hard. Hands tightly holding the wheel.

He looks like he wants to talk but something stops him. Averting his eyes to the road, I take the chance to study his face once more. For the last time.

I try to take in all the little details that make my skin crawl every time I'm seeing him. Because this is the last one.

I can't do this.

I can't put my life on hold. I can't let him ruin me.

Because even if I don't want to admit it, that's the truth.

He will ruin me.

Touching the back of my neck, I take the necklace off, giving one last glance before I leave it between our seats.

The metallic sound seems to take him off his trance, but I don't stay to find out.

''Goodbye Jackson.''

My words come out as a whisper, while I step out the car.

Rain hit me once again, walking to my house.

The sound of a door closing echoes again and fast steps approach me.

God. Why is he doing this to me?

''Stop it. Leave me alone.'' I say not looking back.

I can sense him approaching and I can't control myself.

Full of anger I turn around ready to yell.

''I said sto...''

My words cut off as his arm circles my waist, bringing me flush against his chest.

And the next moment...

He is kissing me.