My BadBoy

Chapter 9: A pissed off Jackson

My alarm clock went off at five am but I was awake since four. It's officially the first day of college and I was a little nervous. I got up and stumbled my way to the bathroom. As I lathered my body with my favorite vanilla scented body wash I was forced to think of Jackson.

I often get lost in your eyes vanilla bean, his words repeated through my head over, and over, and over again. After that moment I didn't really know how to respond, and he didn't seem to understand why he said that to me, actually he didn't understand why he said that at all. Which -if you haven't guessed already- killed the moment because let's face it Jackson isn't really a romantic guy.

He jumped out of his seat and locked himself in his room after muttering how sorry he was and how he shouldn't have said that. But that's not what had me up until late hours of the night. What had me up was this strange feeling in my heart that shouldn't have been there in the first place. The scary part was I didn't even know what that feeling was.

Why did I feel so...

I don't know...I don't know how I felt.

Which makes it so...freaky.

The hot water turned cold and that was my cue to get out of the shower. I brushed my teeth, blow dried my hair then pulled it up into a sloppy bun before heading to my room and slipping on my black yoga pants and a light blue camisole. Before I left I checked the lace of my running shoes to make sure they're tied and quickly wrote a note to jackson telling him i've gone for a run in case he wakes up and started freaking out.

The morning air was fairly crisps indicating the holiday season coming up shortly. I pressed shuffle on my Ipod and immediately Hello by Adele started playing. It's funny because this song completely relates to my life right now. It honestly feels like Adele just started writing about my pain, how I can't heal because my dad left. How even if I did like Jackson- not saying I do- we're so different, literally complete opposites, that it would never work.

I didn't realise the song was on repeat until I started running and stopped at a run down looking warehouse. It was red and made of bricks, the warehouse leaned abnormally to the left and made a creaking sound everytime the wind blew. Turning my Ipod off I decided to go Inspect the place. It was really creepy looking. There was a thick dark substance on the ground that looked like...blood. My stomach churned at the sight. My eyes traveled to a room directly across from where I was standing there were movements inside.

A gasp escaped my lips when I entered the room. It looked like a torture chamber with chains and some harsh looking weapons that I didn't know existed. The faint smell of something rotting made me nauseous and I was about to leave when another door caught my eye it was burgundy and on it was a note that said,

Disposing chamber...do not enter!

Of course I entered.

There were stairs that led down to a dark and cold basement.

Great, my subconscious snarled at me, go into the creepy room with a sign that say not to go in the creepy room, what next? are we going to follow the guy with the chainsaw and ask him to kill us?!

I probably should've listened to the dang thing. Slowly I made my way down the wooden steps and blinked as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. It was so cold I could see my own breath when I sighed. I stepped on something solid yet...squishy when I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked down. A loud piercing scream I recognized as my own escaped my mouth and I ran, taking the stairs two at a time. My foot slipped on the edge of one of the steps.