As I walked past the dark and haunting ally way, I heard sobs and cries coming out from no other than Jacksons house, as I got closer I realized it was his mother.. I ran towards and her red eyes gleamed at me "Have you seen him? He hasn't been home all night and he isn't picking up his phone" she cried as she shook me. "I..Is Jackson m..missing?" I whispered softly. And his mother just cried louder. It was because of me, how stupid am I saying I hate him..I.. I don't h..hate him. I actually love..... Him. I quickly ran to the only place I would always find him, under the apple tree. ~later~ Normal Pov~ Melissa ran until she found him where she knew she would find him. She knelt down beside him and observed his features. "J..Jackson," that soft voice sang into his ear. His scowl softened a bit when he heard her voice saying his name, yet that scowl was still there. He felt her finger poke into his shoulder. Poke. Poke."Wake up, Jackson, I..Im sorry. I really am." Her finger was near to poking him once again, but he caught her wrist before she could irritate him any longer. He slowly opened his eyelids and revealed his crimson red eyes that were boring into the girl's soul. "What do you want?" he asked bleakly. She struggled to get her wrist free but his grip was too tight. She used her free hand to try to get his grasp off her. She pulled one of his fingers off her skin; but it was complicated to even lift his finger. She used most of her strength to move at least one of his fingers, but when she did, he would always curl it back around her wrist. "Can you let me go?" Melissa asked as she still attempted to break free from his clutches. Yet, he didn't let go. His eyes weren't looking at his hands like her eyes were, his eyes were looking intently at the girl. As if he was studying her features. Auburn hair that swayed perfectly with the wind but was tied into two pigtails. Big chocolate-brown eyes that held a glint of hurt and regret, and right now, determination. Peach skin that was painted beautifully all over her body and a rosy pink color that was lightly brushed against her cheeks. Her lips that were a darker shade of pink; it looked slightly wet. Maybe she was drooling earlier. "Jackson!" she yelled as she tried and tried to lift one of his fingers off her. Salty, warm sweat was forming into little beads that was slowly running down her face. "Can't you let me go?" Almost immediately, he answered, "Yes." He inwardly smirked when he saw her pout because she worked hard on getting his thumb removed from her wrist, now it was back on her skin again. His fingers were brushed lightly against her flesh and felt so smooth and soft, like it was fragile as glass. Too delicate to be broken. "Then, why don't you?" Melissa asked and tried to pull her arm to her side. If lifting his fingers one-by-one wouldn't work, might as well try to get out fully. Her back was arching backwards and her free hand was on her arm that was held captive by Jackson's grip. Her nails were digging into her skin, painfully. She felt it going in too deep and let her hand off her arm because she bleeds. "Kiss me" she heard his voice say. She stopped her horrible attempt at escaping from his grip and looked back at him, confused.