*Jessica's POV*
He dragged me outside in the alley. His fingers digging in my arm. That was going to be a bruise.
"Dean, let go of me! You are hurting me!"
He stopped in his track, pushing me with my back against the wall. I saw a little black in front of my eyes when my head hit the wall.
"How the fùck did he find you?" He yelled at me.
"I don't know! He must have been in the club by coincidence! The other guys were there too."
"Oh so you saw them? Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't think he would see me, Dean." The annoyance was clear in my voice. He was acting ridiculous.
He turned away from me. I didn't understand why he was so upset about Harry showing up at the club. I was 18, he couldn't do anything about me being there and I told him to leave, so why was he so angry?
He turned around in a hurry, I ducked away, just seconds before his fist hit the wall exactly where my head was seconds ago.
I looked at him in shock.
"Oh god, baby! Are you okay? I have no idea why I just did that! I'm so sorry!"
He came over to me, pulling me into his arms. Kissing the top of my head and saying how sorry he was.
He would never hurt me. Okay so he got a bit aggressive when he was drunk or when he had taken drugs, but he would never hurt me.
"I just don't get why you are so upset that Harry saw me."
"Jessie, what if he calls the police? What if he lets them take you away from me? I don't want to lose you!"
"I'm 18. It's my decision. He can't take me away from you if I don't want him too. I love you and I'm not going anywhere, you know that right?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. Just worried."
"Don't be. I love you." I said, reaching up for his lips.
"Me too. Ready to go home?"
"Yeah, let's go!"
We were quiet on the way to the car. Dean kept chewing on his lip. I still really didn't get the big commotion but I figured not to bring it up again, it would only make it worse anyway.
Because of the silence, my thoughts started wandering off to Harry.
We used to be so close, especially after my parents died. He taught me everything I had to know. Drove me everywhere I had to go.
But then that stupid band came along and he just left! He left me when I needed him. I asked, no I begged him to stay, he left anyway.
And he thought he could fix that by sending money home? By giving me a stupid phone call? By coming over now and then?
No. He decided to leave, he didn't have to come back either.
I didn't need him! I still don't need him!
I'm perfectly fine on my one, with Dean. And if he wouldn't have shown up tonight, I wouldn't even think about him right now.
My thoughts were interrupted when we arrived back at the house and Dean started cursing under his breath.
There was a black Mercedes on the driveway. Dean's dealer. This could only be bad.
Dean was a dealer, but he actually worked for him. I never learned his name. Dean always said it was better if I knew as little as possible. But I knew enough to know that him showing up here, was bad news.
"What's wrong?" I asked in a whisper, although we were still in the car.
"I'm late."
"You what?"
"I'm late with paying him okay!" He yelled at me. He started breathing more heavily and sweat was on his forehead. This could be even worse then I imagined.
"Ooh." It was the only thing I managed to say.
"Okay, so whatever you do, don't speak to him unless he asks you something directly. Be as invisible as possible. In fact, if you can, just go upstairs."
He was obviously scared. Which made me scared too. Dean was never scared of anything or anyone!
I just nodded before opening the car door.
4 guys came out of the black Mercedes, waiting for us to approach them.