Opposites Will Attract
Chapter 10
Title: Opposites Will Attract
Chapter: 11
Word Count: 2,940
Pairing: Melissa/Jackson
Author: Depressed Elf (I think I may have been high/drunk when I chose this name)
Fandom: Flight 29 Down
Disclaimer: If I owned it, Taylor would've stayed a bitch, Melissa would've been stronger, and Jackson would've liked Melissa from the start.
Summary: Melissa is surprised one morning with a new addition to the family. He's rude, and he likes to taunt her, but nevertheless, she feels something other than hatred towards him.
A/N: Well, this is a quicker update than last time. I hope you like it; I'm not sure how good it is though. I'm having doubts at the moment.
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Sugar144: Thanks!!! I'm so glad that you liked the chapter!!
Kacee: Well, I hope you didn't hurt yourself when you fainted!! Lol, I missed this story too (as weird as it sounds), so I am glad it's back as well. Thanks so much, although I'm pretty sure that ALL authors are crazy frootloops. We're special that way. I'm glad you liked the chapter. I'll try to update soon. It's a police scene (between you and me) so it'll be FUN!!!!
IsisIsabella: Another person who almost fainted?! I'm NOT paying for your medical bills!!!!!!!!!!! Just kidding. I'm glad you liked the chapter. And I'll try to update sooner. Did you go to like I told you?!?! You CAN watch all the episodes there!!!! There's a TWO-WEEK hiatus here in Canada, and it's getting SO GOOD between Owen and Cristina. I'm not sure what I'm going to do!! I'm rambling, aren't I? But APPARENTLY, Owen is also going to accidentally hurt Cristina. I saw the promo, he's on a gurney, and you see flailing, and then she's sort of thrown back. ?!?!?!?!?!?!? …I'm scared.
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Serendipity545: (I know I already PMed you this, but I couldn't wait to PM you!) Really? Okay, I guess I agree, although it was over 1800 words - although that might have something to do with all the review replies... Anyway... THANK YOU!!!!! I have been panicking because you are usually on of the first reviewers but how'd you know I was freaking?????? Thanks for the heads up on the mistakes, most reviewers have been too excited about my 'Return' and haven't been giving any constructive criticism. Yes, Sebastian knows about the affair, he caught Eric's Dad with Lynne. Remember? He was already furious with her, but the 'Defiance' that Melissa's cats showed pushed him over the edge (he's a maniac!). Anyway, THANK YOU for finally reviewing; I'm sorry about your internet. The reason Melissa fell apart is because, well, to give you a spoiler, she actually cared what Jackson had to say, and after what Eric did and Jackson's kiss she had blocked him out. Plus, she thought he was going to hurt her. Emotionally, I mean. I thought the chapter was alright for my return, especially after all the crap I've been going through lately. But do you have any suggestions? Drottningu has been giving me some, but honestly, when she helps me she just gives me suggestions and I decide whether or not to take them. I'd love another helper. Do you mind? Because that'd be great!
iwalkinthelight: Believe me, I LOVE long reviews!!! Tell me more about this dragon of yours. I love dragons as well, and I've got a friend who's OBSESSED with them. Both of us kind of us are. Blame 'Christopher Paolini", it's his fault!!!! Anyway, I have actually read quite a few stories (either fiction of non-fiction) about victims of household violence. And one of my neighbours' is about 10-years-old, and apparently gets his head smashed against the wall often enough. But enough of the depressing stuff (which is ironic because my story really seems to be that), and THANKS for the review!!!
Where we left off…
"Where are we going?" Melissa breathlessly asked, holding her cats close to her chest. Her perfect chest… SNAP OUT OF IT!! He thought, shaking his head. He turned towards her,
"To the police station." He answered tightly, preparing for a fight. He was right.
"NO!!" She yelled. He easily batted her hand away when she reached for the steering wheel.
"You don't get a choice here."
Where we left off…
They hadn't been driving long. They were still arguing, and Jackson was still having trouble believing that she was actually fighting him on this. Her father looked like he was about to strike her mother – his wife – and then tried to hurt both Melissa and her cats. And she was fighting him?? True enough, Jackson had been around domestic violence often enough, and had read a lot on the subject (school project), and he had read/heard that victims didn't want to leave their abusers. But usually that applied to when a boyfriend/husband hurt his wife. When it was a child they damn sure hated them with all they had and got away from them as soon as they could. His Dad hadn't really stayed around long enough for him to hate him for years, although his mother had had enough boyfriends to make up for it. They never lasted long though.
He was just thankful at this point that she had stopped trying to grab the wheel. It had made it extremely difficult to drive. She had actually tried grabbing the wheel at one point, and they had swerved a bit, angering quite a few drivers. Some old people had at one point stopped their car, and got out to 'school' them on proper driving. They had also received the finger quite a few times. After that she seemed to have calmed down a bit. Not a lot, but enough to allow him to drive properly. But the bitching continued, and it was enough to almost make him wish for the grabbing back. Not quite, but close.
"NO!! Jackson, you can't do this, you're crazy!! Turn this damn car around right now!! Why are you even doing this?! This isn't any of your business!! This is my problem. Not yours!!"
"Yes it is!" He snapped, turning to look at her as the traffic light turned red. Melissa actually stopped talking for a moment to stare at him. "I can't watch you get hurt! I don't know how anyone else can, but I sure as hell can't! Now stop fighting me!!" His eyes glinted for a moment, and then he grabbed her chin, and pulled it forcefully towards him.
Their lips met roughly – their anger shown clearly through the contact. The cats meowed indignantly before escaping the position. They took no notice. Jackson's hand moved from her chin to move to thread his hand through her hair. Melissa's eyes fluttered shut, screwing shut as the kiss got more and more aggressive. He not-so-gently nipped at her bottom lip, and she moaned.
It took the honking of many impatient cars to break them out. They broke apart, but only an inch of space between the two of them. Jackson removed one hand from her neck, and the other from the small of her back. He straightened, savouring the way her face was flushed and from the wild lust in her eyes. He took a moment to get himself under control, a big part of him want to lean back down to caress her swollen lips with his own. With the strong show of willpower he had ever shown in his life, he pressed the gas pedal and drove on. From his peripherals, her saw Melissa sort of fall back in her seat, heavily breathing.
Well, at least that shut her up. He thought cockily to himself, a smirk lacing on his lips. He was briefly imagining other ways that he could shut her up – making his jeans slightly uncomfortable – when he saw the police station. The smile (and bulge) immediately disappeared. He saw Melissa's breath hitch in her throat. Not the kind of hitched breath that he would have preferred… Okay, that's it Jackson. Get a grip. He thought firmly to himself as he pulled into the parking lot. He hesitantly stopped the car, and then turned to her again. He saw another flash of lust enter her eyes, but now wasn't the time. He leaned away from her, the flash sadly turning into disappointment.
"You are coming in with me." He said quietly, "No. Arguments." She opened her mouth – to protest no doubt – but something in his eyes stopped her. She sighed, the rush of air leaving her lips racking her entire body.
"I'm so tired…" She said quietly, tears glistening in her eyes. Jackson reached for her hand.
"I know. That's why we're doing this." Jackson murmured. Melissa raised her head questioningly.
"We?"
"We."
"O-Okay." She smiled tightly.
"Good."
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The police officer had been extremely nice. Jackson had explained the situation quickly and quietly, glancing every now and then at Melissa, who sat in the lobby with her head in her hands. When he had finished, he was looking at Melissa sympathetically and looking at Jackson with something that resembled respect. He gestured towards a room. Jackson grabbed Melissa's arm and guided her along behind him. When they reached the room – which looked kind of like an interrogation room for crooks – he told them to wait there.
"What's going to happen…?" Melissa trailed off, hesitantly taking a seat in one of the plastic and metal seats that had been set out for them. Jackson followed suit, but made sure that they stayed a safe distance, not wanting to be caught kissing again, especially not by the police. His desire for her had grown steadily since their first kiss, and had been there since he had met the beautiful Asian. It wouldn't help the situation by maybe making the police think that there was no problem, they were just role-playing.
"I… I don't know." He admitted quietly, "But I know that this is the right thing to do." He looked up at her. "Why are you so against this?"
"I dunno." Melissa admitted quietly, shifting her feet and wringing her hands. "I…I guess that I didn't think that anyone would believe me. Both my parents are well-known around here, and I thought that I would be just brushed off. That's what happened with the Kronbergs."
"What?!?!" Jackson hissed, a guilty stone settling into his lower stomach. He had heard of the Kronbergs, although now of this issue. They were one of the wealthiest people in L.A.
"Oh, you didn't know?" Melissa asked, almost happily. When Jackson shook his head, she actually smiled. Jackson supposed that it was because that the spotlight was off of her miserable life. The smile faded once she realized that it was inappropriate time to be smiling.
"No."
"Well, they were the perfect family, until Aidan, their eldest, started swimming. The first time we all had to do it – it was a school thing. He came out in a bathing suit, and we could see them. His entire body was covered in purple, blue, and even yellow-and-brown bruises. His twin sister, Adele, refused to take off the baggy shirt that covered her bathing suit. When some girls forced it off of her, we saw similar bruises. The gym teacher was furious, and he took both of them to the principal's office, and called Child's Aids. Aidan and Adele pleaded with them not to get involved."
"What happened?" Jackson asked, having never seen these kids, and never heard this story. He was on the edge of his seat, desperate to know if the Kronberg story would have a related ending to Melissa's.
"They started coming to school with more bruises, only they were more visible this time. There was a big case at court, but there wasn't enough proof. Both Aidan and Adele refused to confess that their parents hurt them, and there were no witnesses. In the end the case was dropped, but the condition was that they get sent to boarding school in somewhere like Switzerland. But still… anytime we actually see them when they actually come to visit, they're all bruised."
Jackson sat back, reeling. He had thought that Melissa was an exception to the whole 'Rich Kids Have Everything'. But it turns out, that there was a lot about this community that he was oblivious to. There were affairs that could break up entire lives and families – like Melissa's Mom and Eric's Dad. There was abuse that never left the household – Melissa and now apparently the Kronbergs. And there were teenaged relationships that were supposed to last forever, but consisted of no love – Melissa and Eric. He had truly been an ass.
He didn't get the chance to apologize for that though. Two police men entered the room just as he was about to speak. One of them was the one that Jackson had first spoken to. He looked in his late twenties, and had black hair that was in a close-cut. He was well-built, and looked like be wouldn't take any crap, but also like he was capable of compassion.
The other one was a little scarier. He was taller than the first. A scar was drawn unattractively down his face, one of his eyes stayed shut as a result. The scar wasn't new, it had obviously been there for awhile, and it looked excruciatingly painful. He looked rough, and cold, and looked at least 50 or 60. Jackson wasn't actually sure what to expect from him. He seemed unpredictable, and quite frankly Jackson didn't want unpredictable right then. He wanted safe, and predictable.
The first one spoke, "I'm Officer David Greene, and this is Scott Harrison." He said, gesturing to the big scarred one. Jackson and Melissa nodded. He sat down across from them, but Scott remained standing. He hesitated, before opening his mouth.
"From what Jackson has told me, you are the daughter of Lynne and Sebastian Wu, correct?" Melissa nodded. "Okay, we need you to tell us the entire story. Mr. Jackson here already told us most, but we'd prefer to here it from you, because he hasn't actually been living with your family for very long. So… Melissa, right?" She nodded once more.
Scott stepped forward. "Stop stalling Greene. We need you to tell us everything. Now. Every single detail if you want us to help you. I won't have another Kronberg repeat." He said a gruff voice.
"You were on that case?!" Melissa and Jackson asked loudly in unison. His eye traveled to look at them.
"Aye, that was me. And I've met your father before. Didn't like him. Not one bit. Got a funny vibe from him all right."
"O…Okay…" Melissa stuttered.
He moved from his side of the table and kneeled down in front of Melissa, and actually smiled. "There is no reason to be nervous, lass. We want to help, but you have to let us help you." She looked up at him, and smiled back at him.
"Okay."
A/N: Tell me if you see any mistakes. I am too tired to reread it and look for anymore mistakes. I know, that makes me a bad person, but I'm tired, and I am having family troubles. So, for anyone who will be pissed at me for this… Va'Fa Napoli!!!