Jackson
Throw. Bounce. Catch.
Throw. Bounce. Catch.
Throw. Bounce. Catch.
I let out a sigh of frustration as I squeeze the tennis ball in my hand. I'm so fucking bored. I wanna do something which is way more exciting than throwing this stupid ball over and over again at the wall.
What is Rosie doing now?
I look at my wall clock which read 9:42 PM. I'm sure everyone in her house has had their dinner by now, they will be preparing to get to bed. Holy shit! That means Rosie will be in the shower now. Taking a nice warm bath, in her abnormally small tub, in which her frame perfectly fits. It's as if the tub was made just for her. I bet she'll be using that lavender body wash, and the coconut smelling conditioner. Oh God, I'd sleep like a baby if I got to cuddle with her right now. Her warm, soft, lavender smelling body against mine. I'd do anything to run my fingers through her hair. Screw it. I'm gonna see her. I grab my helmet and keys from the table and sprint towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" A slurred voice asks from behind. I halt my steps, out of astonishment. He is rarely home. What is he doing here now?
"I-I'm going out," I mumble, still not turning back. The last thing I want is to spoil my mood while I'm on my way to meet Rosie.
"Look at me when you're talking." He says, his voice rising with each word. I slowly turn around, fixing my eyes on the floor. He comes to me with menacing steps and stands before me.
"Stop looking down like a coward. Man up and look at me in the eye." He says sternly. I promptly lift my head to face him. Even though he is the same height as I, he still looks intimidating. I gotta give him that, for a drunk bastard, he is pretty intimidating.
"Now tell me, where are you going?" He asks.
"I'm going to meet a friend." I mumble.
"What?" He asks, cupping his ear and leaning towards me.
"I'm gonna see a friend." I say louder. He looks at me for a second and breaks into a fit of laughter.
"You have friends? I'm sure you're going to see that little birdie. Rose, is it?" He asks, smirking. I look at him with uncertainty. I don't know where he is trying to go with this conversation.
"She seems to be a very sweet girl. She doesn't need a monster like you to taint her." He scoffs.
"Don't worry, I'm not you." I say with a chuckle. Immediately I feel a sharp sting on my cheek, jerking my head to the other side.
"Think twice before you talk to your father like this, next time." He says.
"Are you okay, love?" Rosie asks me as she strokes my hair.
"No," I say deadpanned. I nuzzle my head further into the pillow which is placed on her lap.
"You can talk to me if you want, Jack." She says softly before leaning back on the headboard, resting her hand by her side. I grab her wrist and put it back on my head, silently asking her to continue stroking, which she does eventually.
"Did you eat anything?" She asks. I simply shrug, not being in the mood to talk.
"I'll take that as a yes. I'll go get you something to eat." She says before kissing me on my forehead.
"I hate my father." I say as soon as she tries to move my head from her lap. I can feel her stiffen. She proceeds to stroke my hair and says,
"I'm listening."
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Unforgotten Memories
Romance"Why would you do that?" "So that I can have my Rosie with me, forever." Jackson Black and Rose Harper were high school sweethearts who were inseparable, until Jackson decided to join the military. Now, after 8 years of serving the country, he come...
