-I want to thank Erica ( @got7imaginations) for the inspiration from her game to write this Jackson series- credit goes to her! Thanks doll <3-
The night was cold and the thin sheets which covered barely a small proportion of your small body was halfway on you. You looked over at your boyfriend, watching him sleep. Fear streaming in your eyes as you remembered last nights events. Him yelling at you and slapping you on the floor as you held your face in panic.
You quickly looked away, climbing out of the bed as your feet touched the cold hard floor. You walked towards the bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat as you held your face in your hands. You weren’t sure if you had a huge bruise on your face and you weren’t sure how you were going to hide it this time.
Your body shivering from the cool air flowing throughout your small apartment. You felt goosebumps creeping up your body and you let out another shiver. You wanted to see so badly if your face was bruised up but you couldn’t bare it. You were so beautiful and now you couldn’t even look at yourself anymore.
You stood in the mirror running your fingertips over the purple bruise on your cheek. Tears falling down stinging your cheek making you wince from the pain. Was there even a way out?
“Y/N. I’m sorry”.
Hearing his voice startled you as you turned around quickly backing up into the sink knocking few toiletries down.
“Y/N. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just had a bad day”.
His voice was soft much like all the other times. His voice wasn’t sincere much like all the other times. You looked away from him, couldn’t stare at a liar. Shaking your head as tears fell down your face. He didn’t say anything this time just pulled you into a tight hug. Afraid of him going to hit you again, you let him.
You banged at the door impatiently waiting for Jackson to open it. Pulling your shades down covering your black eye you received a few minutes ago.
“Yah, it’s 5 in the morning” he groaned before opening the door.
He froze staring at you before standing aside to let you come in. His eyes still sleepy from you waking him up. He rubbed his eyes a few times before stating the obvious. He didn’t understand why you were waking up him from his sleep with the loud banging on his door.
“Y/N. Why are you waking me up so early. And whats with the shades again”.
“Nothing. I just needed to get away” you lied sitting away from him.
He looked at you suspiciously, sitting inches away from you. He noticed the cut on your lip and the purple bruise on your cheek which you failed at covering.
“What happened your lip? he frowned”.
“I bit it. Does it look bad?”.
“Its nothing really” you shrugged off.
Before you could jerk his hands away, they were snatching off your shades and tossing them on the floor. His small warm hands tracing over the purple bruise on your face making you wince.
“Who did this to you?” Jackson asked, hurt in his face.
“Its nothing. I just fell. Im okay” you laughed painfully.
“Y/N. How did you fall?”.
Jackson was starting to worry about you. He started noticing you wear make up often, and sunglasses in the coldest of weather. You would often flinch when he went to hug you, or complain about how tightly he hugged you that you were sore. He really didnt think anything of it until now.
Until he stared at you now- looking at you black eye and your bruised face. He watched you in pain and didnt notice, he wasnt paying attention to the facts, to everything which seemed to add up now. It made sense now- everything made sense now.
“Jackson. Dont worry about me” you weakly spoke.
“Is he hitting you? Is that son of a bitch hitting you?”.
His voice was loud and stern. Which made you flinch from the sudden change of his tone. His jaws were clenched and locked, his eyes grew darker and his vein were more visible than before. You didnt speak, instead tears fell down your cheek.
“Im sorry. I didnt mean to scare you”.
His voice quickly changing back. His voice light and comforting now. His hands pulling you close to hug your body. Carefully, not to harm you anymore than you already were. Carefull not to squeeze you to tight. He then pulled away wiping your tears gently, then taking your hand leading you to the bathroom.
“Tell me what happened”.
He begged you, he needed to know. He wanted to know. Cleaning up your wounds and bandaging them up he looked at you. You were so beautiful even if you were being abused, you were still beautiful to him.