Ok, first of all, I would like to address a few things as well as clear some things up for some readers.
First, I recieved a PM telling me how fake and unrealistic my story is. Um, DUH. This is FanFiction. None of it is real, and I can tell you that more than half of the stories posted on this site are not realistic. That's the whole point. To make a plot completely your own and change it up. I just chose to make this one extremely dramatic and intense. Don't like it? Don't read it. No one said you had to click on mine. I'm not looking for comments that are clearly only bashing on everything I've written. I am very open to critism, but if all you're going to is be negative and complain about my style of writing, then don't bother. You only bring out the bitch in me.
Second, this story is rated M for a reason guys. It will contain a lot more violent, and sexual material a little later on. I would like to change the rating to T for more readers and reviews, but unfortunately the way this story is going and where it's going to end up, I just can't. Otherwise I risk being kicked off this site and the story being taken down.
And finally, the comment I made in the chapter before about Jack doing something worse than killing him is referring to the idea of him putting the character Brandon through torture, kind of like what he did to Kim. Trust me, I think casteration is a lot worse to men than death is. Although, I really doubt my story is going to get THAT crazy.
Any who, basically to sum it up; be nice, be patient, and expect some unrealistic fake shit.
Love you all :)
- M
Chapter 9: A Threat, or Just A Warning. You Choose.
Jack's POV
My hands were itching to grab that mother fucker's throat and squeeze until his entire body went limp and his heart stopped beating. I would do it too, if it wasn't for Kim begging me not to do something rash. It made me sick just thinking that the guy who had put Kim through hell, causing her so much pain, the guy who had forced himself on her, was shaking my hand only a few hours ago. How dare he even have the nerve to walk up to her. To walk up to me.
"Jack, you're crushing your juice box." Kim's quiet voice broke through my violent thoughts and brought my attention to the broken little carton in my hands, grape juice trickling down my fist. I groaned as I threw it down onto the red lunch tray in front of me.
"Sorry. I guess my mind is somewhere else." I admitted, dabbing the sticky substance off of my hands and table. Kim nodded her head, understanding completely where my mind really was.
"Yo, what's with the crushed food and crap?" Jerry asked as him, Eddie, and Milton took their seats on the other side of the table. I shrugged. That's all I could give them in response, knowing perfectly well I couldn't tell them the real reason I was so angry. Kim shot me an apologetic look. She knew how much I hated keeping things from the guys, this was no exception. In fact, it might have been better if the guys did know. It would be more protection for Kim, and less stress for both me and her. But I had made a promise to keep quiet, and Jack Anderson never went back on his promises.
"You've been acting weird lately, Jack. Is everything ok?" Milton asked, eyeing the assortment of smashed food in front of me curiously.
"He's fine you guys. It's my fault. I've been stressing him out with my health." Kim said, distracting the guys' attention off me.
"Speaking of that, how are you?" Milton questioned, most likely hoping to sput off some random medical facts. Kim smiled weakly.
"I've been better." She answered. She put her head down and began biting her fingernails. Kim's worst nervous habit. I took her hand in mine to keep her from chewing her fingers raw and soothingly traced circles on the back of her hand.
"I think Kim's problems are sparking up a little romance, am I right?" Eddie obnoxioulsy asked, pointing down at our joined hands. I peaked over at Kim and witnessed her pale cheeks gain a little color in embarrassment. I had to admit, she was adorable when she blushed. Unfortunately, I think I was too, which made the situation not so fun.
"Swag." Jerry laughed. I sighed. They were all clueless twats, but definitely the best of friends anyone could have.
"Have you guys' noticed that new kid? I think his name is Brandon." Eddie stated, eyes traveling across the cafateria to the table where Brandon was sitting with a few of the football players. I felt my body temperature rising again. What I would give to just hit him one time.
"Yeah, he's in my English class. Total moron." Milton rolled his eyes. Milton's biggest pet peeve was stupidity.
"He's already got all the cheerleaders swooning over him." Jerry muttered, crossing his arms across his chest and huffing loudly. It was Kim's turn to roll her eyes.
"Oh please, he's just playing some little game with all of them. He's not really interested, and I can already tell he's a disgusting pervert." Kim harshly stated. I watched her as she glanced over at the loud jock table where Brandon sat, all smiles, chatting up Donna Tobin and her fellow cheer snobs, Kelsey and Grace. I knew how much Kim hated all of them, especially after kicking her off the squad for being a Wasabi Warrior, but I could also detect a hint of worry in her eyes as she stared at the girls, laughing at something Brandon had said. Was she afraid he would do the same to them? I honestly doubted it. He wanted one thing and one thing only, to hurt her. Doing something to those girls wasn't the way to do it.
"A little harsh, isn't it?" Eddie asked. Kim shook her head.
"No. I think it's a little too nice for that piece of trash." I squeezed her hand gently. She looked up at me and I raised my eyebrows at her questionably. I don't she realized how much her insults were coming off as suspicious, and I could tell they were definitely spraking the guys' interest. Kim relaxed.
I looked over at the table again, expecting to see Brandon flirting away with more girls, but I didn't see him. He must have left. I decided now was my chance to take action. Not muder him or tear his dick off action, but to have a little chat with him, so he knows exactly what he's trying to get himself into.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I stood up and walked past the others, giving Kim a little reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. I made my way past the other tables and out the cafateria doors. I glanced down the hallways, my eyes finally catching sight of my target. He was standing at his locker rummaging through it. He's funny, actually trying to pull of his little student act.
"Hey, you." I shouted as I stalked up to him.
"Well hello, Jack. What can I do for you?" He greeted me with a smile.
"Leave." I said sternly. He cocked his head to the side, pretending to be confused by my outburst.
"Why would I do that? I'm not sure I did anything to you." He replied. My fists balled up.
"Not to me, to Kim."
"Oh, you mean the fiesty blonde? Quick question, is she always that harsh to people she just meets?" That was it. I grabbed his shirt by the collar and shoved him against the locker. I was at least expecting a little surprise, but instead he just continued to smile.
"I'd be careful if I was you, Jack. Getting suspended could be a very bad thing." He said trying to remove my hands from his shirt. I only pushed harder.
"I know what you did. Kim told me everything. You think you're just going to get away with hurting her? Let me make myself very clear here, Brandon. You will never touch her ever again. You have twenty four hours to get the FUCK out of this town. If you don't leave, I will kill you. I will literally murder you. No one will ever know, or even care. Don't ever come back either." I released his shirt, but I remained still. His face revealed no emotion whatsoever. I couldn't tell if anything I had said even phased him. He just stood there, our glares locked on each other.
"Is that a threat?" He finally asked.
"A threat, or just a warning. You choose." I replied. He held his hands up in surrender and backed away from me.
"Fine. I'll go. No need to go all serial killer on me." He laughed mockingly. I watched as he shoved the school front doors open and walked out. Hopefully, that was the last time I was ever going to see him. Hopefully, it was the last time Kim ever would.
Kim's POV
Jack came back a few minutes later, looking both tense and pleased.
"Have a good pee?" I asked jokingly. He smirked at me.
"Oh yeah. Definitely one of my finer ones." We both laughed. It was easy to joke around with Jack, even when the guy who had completely ruined me was roaming the same halls of me. He made me feel safe. It was comfortable being around him. I hadn't felt comfortable or safe in months.
"So where'd the guys go?" Jack asked now noticing the three empty seats across from us.
"Milton wanted to get a book from the library for Biology, Eddie said if he gets to Home Ec. before everyone else, the teacher might give him a snack, and Jerry of course decided now would be the perfect moment to make his move on Grace."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think they'd leave you here by yourself." Jack apologized.
"It's ok. I don't think I'm in any danger sitting in the middle of a busy cafateria." I reassured him.
"Well actually, I don't think you're in danger anywhere anymore. I had a little chat with Brandon. He's leaving town." Jack said casually. My head snapped up.
"What? Are you serious? I told you not to do anything!" I shouted. I had to admit, I wasn't exactly mad about Jack talking to Brandon. I was relieved, but at the same time I didn't want Jack to get himself even more involved in this stupid mess.
"No, you said not to do anything rash. Talking to him wasn't rash. I just made sure he knew that I was watching him and I want him gone." Jack explained. I shook my head.
"Jack, he's not just going to leave. If it was that easy, he wouldn't have even come." I said.
"Maybe, Kim. But I'm still here. So chill. Relax. He's not going to hurt you." He smiled at me, almost comforting me. Of course I still had that lingering feeling that something bad was going to happen, but with Jack around, it was hard to let it get the best of me.
Even though Jack was sure that Brandon had left, he still walked me home from school, just to be on the safe side.
"I'll be back in a little while, ok? I just need to run home and get some stuff." Jack said before he turned away and began walking towards his house.
I was a little cautious about entering my house without Jack by my side. He had been the first to enter every day, making sure it was safe, but now I had to go in without him at all. I did it anyways. I slowly pushed open the front door and peered in, scanning the room for any sign of a break in or disturbance. Everything looked pretty much the same it had been earlier that morning. I decided on going in and after I had done a quick walk through of the living room and kitchen, I went upstairs, being careful when passing every door down the hallway.
It wasn't till I opened the door to room to see that someone had clearly been in my house. My clothes were scattered around the room. My computer chair had been knocked over, along with my computer itself. The drawrs to my desk had been pulled out and all the contents poured out. Even my bed had been torn apart, literally. I could see the shredded pieces of sheet and the holes that were now the main detail on my pillows. I glanced around the room, mortified to the fact that someone had actually been in my room, and had done so much damage. Then I saw it. The big black messy letters spray painted across my closet doors.
I'm not as far away as you think I am, bitch.
My heart stopped. Brandon. There was no one else who would destroy my room like this. No one else would leave a threatening message to me. I hastily searched for my phone in my backpack, struggling to pull it out once I had grabbed a hold of it. I dialed Jack's number.
Please answer. Please answer. I thought to myself as the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jack answered.
"Jack, he's been here." I say, my voice breaking as tears began to form in my eyes.
"What? Are you ok? I'll be right there, don't move!" Jack shouted. I wasn't going to move. I couldn't. I was frozen on the spot.
All my fears, my concerns, my pain, my nightmares. All of it was coming back to haunt me.
He was coming back to haunt me.
Intense, right? This took me all day to write, so I REALLY hope you guys like it. I'm not exactly sure if I'll be able to update in the next few days, but I definitely will try my hardest. That is, as long as you guys review ;)
