It Follows Me
Chapter 1
Jackson had woken up only moments after being dragged into the car. He looked out the window, his forehead pressed hard against it, and watched as his friends faded from his view.
He looked down at his lap and looked for his hands. He then tried pulling them in front of himself and found them bound behind his back. He was chained once again.
He groaned. Melissa was probably back there, crying her heart out. If not, cursing her mouth off, thinking he was an idiot.
"I don't know where I belong anymore..."
"You belong here..."
Had she lied to him with those words? Had she only been there to make him hope for his dreams to come true? Was she a mirage? Something he'd only see, but never touch?
Jackson suddenly yerned her lips against his and the taste of her lips. Their bodies colliding together in the warmth of her bed when they made out the past night. Her sweat mized with his. Their bodies laying exhausted next to each other.
He then hung his head as tears fell from his eyes. Melissa used him. But she couldn't have. She was Melissa. Melissa --- the sweet, innocent, smart, optomistic, encoraging, peaceable girl everyone loved. She couldn't... could she.
He was soon escorted out of the car and taken inside the jail house. A place he had been to one too many times in his life. THe officer with him, threw him into a cell after snapping off the cuffs.
Jackson huffed as he hit the hard floor. He touched his aching lip and when he pulled his hand away, he saw drips of blood on the tips of his finger. He grunted, sitting down on the bench that was bolted to the wall.
After twenty minutes of silence and a thoughtless mind, the cell door opened and he was dragged out to a phone.
"One call," the officer said harshly and walked away. Jackson rubbed his wrists before picking up the phone and dialed the only number he could think of... Melissa's.