"I said move." His voice was velvet and inviting. Tucker stood and confronted him. " Who are you to her anyways?" "Her Fiance'." "WHAT?" Tucker gasped and stared at me. I only shrugged my shoulders. "Now. Go. I never want to see you all over her like that again. I mean never, so get the f-ck outta here Timmy." "Its Tucker." He scoffed. "Todd. Go away before I kick your a$$." Tucker yeled and swung the first punch, but landed a swift kick in the 'nuts'. He grunted and fell to his knees, as my fiancé grabbed his wrist and cracked it, I cringed at the sound. "Let me tell you something b-tch. I am your worst nightmare. Touch her again. I f-cking dare you, and you'll be the one I murder. I won't fail like last time either." He whispered low and hostile, couldn't make out what he said. With one last attempt, Tucker screamed to me "DONT TRUST HIM!!!! HE K--!!!" He was kicked in the head. I gasped and tried to comprehend the situation. "But- he was-" I whimpered. "Shut the f-ck up Jenna. I'm helping you and you'll appreciate it. Now f-cking come here." My fiancé screamed. I was shaking like crazy... My legs wobbled as his eyes violently gripped into mine. He pulled me into a hug. And squeezed my hair way too tight. I whimpered. "Tell me you love me, Jenna..," His voice was psychotic. "I-I love you..." I cried. With that, he picked me up and carried me out the door. I was placed in his truck, and we quickly drove away, leaving the small suburbian house, slowly vanishing in the distance, behind us.
I'm sorry my brain crawled out my ear in search of the correct word to use for this. So I have no reply.... Just update PLEASE0.0
Jacob's POV I walked along the sidewalk only a few more blocks from my Jenna. I was anxious and hoped she was awake, for I had bought her a dozen of her favorite flower; white roses. I was rushing up along the side of the road when- -UMMMPHH- She fell onto the sidewalk and looked up at me. She wasn't a day over 19. She looked young, and was rather attractive. I helped her up, and smiled apologeticly. "Here, take this. I'm really sorry." I handed her a single white rose. She smiled wide as she took it in hand. "You really shouldn't. You're wife will miss it." "Oh no! I'm not married!" I laughed. She had peircing green eyes and red hair. Little freckles surrounded her nose and she had the softest dimples. "Uhhmm... I should probably get going.." She muttered. "Well let me make this up you- Over dinner?" I inquired. "Thatd be lovely!" She smiled. "Vòn Puerś Italian. 7pm." I smiled. "Ill be there!" She giggled. "See you then." "Okayy!" She pranced away smelling her white rose, and showing her cute demples. I smiled wide as she disappeared down the street, into the moonlight night.