Jessie's POV:
As I woke up to a crash, I was thrown out of my bed. "You little shit get your stuff together and put it all out in the living room...NOW YOU LITTLE SHIT" my mother yelled. Dads disappearance has effected mother for the past year. As I gathered my stuff not questioning what is going on, I heard the doorbell. "you hurry up, he is here. Oh and did I forget to mention, I sold you on Craigslist as a sex slave to a guy named Sean." Mother said mockingly. who the hell is this Sean guy? How old is he, what is he? I grabbed my Jacksepticeye jacket and slipped it on. I rushed downstairs with my stuff, and to my surprise. There stood Jack.
"get your shit in his fucking car now Jessie." mother shouted. I just fake smiled and did as the woman said. "let me help yah" jack said in his Irish voice. It felt so weird knowing he is inches away from me. I just nodded my head and tried to avoid him looking at my jacket. He noticed my attempt and said, "I see your a fan! That's great Love!" I couldn't help but laugh. Mother slammed the door as I looked back at the house I once use to love. I'm going to miss mother, and this house. And most of all ill miss my friend Ginny.
Jack gestured the way to the passenger door. I climbed into the car and buckled in. jack closed the door, and hurried to the drivers seat. Two hours past and we were dead silent. I didn't know how to react. I was happy that I get to be with jack, but, I was angry that he wanted me as a sex slave, nothing else.
Jacks POV:
Jessie was more beautiful than I ever could imagined in person. I put my hand on her knee to show that its ok. I looked deeply into her grayish blue eyes, just like mine. She looked away quickly and started staring out the window. I drew my eyes back to the road and said "we are here".
As I pulled into the driveway, I saw in the corner of my eye Jessie smiling. That's great she likes the place, it cost a fortune. I stoped the car and pulled out the keys saying, "I see that you like my place, Go make your self at home, and, you arn't going to be my selave. You are my girlfriend, is that ok? I just saw you and your mother one day and it pained me see you getting abused, in public. I also noticed your fan art, all of them. I loved them". Jessie smiled and said, "I'm glad yo liked them, and yeah I'm fine with it, everything you said."
She had the prettiest smile I've ever seen. I'm glad to call her my Girlfriend. In the little time we have talked, and the many things she created for/about me. I loved her, everything about her.
