I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I woke up to arms around me, I never felt like I was in danger but I knew these arms. I knew the tattoo on his arm and the freckles that circled around it.
I decided to just let Jackson sleep because waking up and fighting with him sounds more painful than just letting him sleep. I don't think he's slept well since I overwhelmed myself. He worries so much about me and I never know if it's me he loves or my issue. I hate this and I know I need to do more research about myself. I can't be the only one with this problem. I found myself drifting back to sleep.
The dream came back and this time it wasn't the girls who were haunting me. It was my parents again. This time both my parents blamed me for their deaths and they told me if they had a "normal" daughter, they would have lived. That I am the reason that they are dead, that I am the reason many have died. I am a horrible person and should be dead myself.
I woke up to Jax shaking me. I guess I woke him up with my cries.
I took a deep breath and I looked at him "Jackson I am... fine!" I said with annoyance.
I could tell he wasn't buying it and I knew he was worried. I laid back and noticed that it was still dark out. I guess I could get up and start getting ready for school. That's what I will do, all I have to do is ignore Jax and start getting ready. I need to try to keep myself busy because if I lay back down I will start to think about the dream and if I have to start to think about it I will let it eat me alive and I will not do that. I got up and walked into the bathroom and shut and locked the door. No this won't keep him out but it will buy me time. Jackson would be able to get in here if he wanted to but I just wanted some time to myself.
I got in the shower and just let the water run down my body. That dream was right, I'm not normal and because of me, I lost my parents. Lost would mean that my parents could be found, but that isn't the case. My parents were murdered because of me.
In mere minutes Jackson was in the bathroom.
"Indie you can't ignore me." He yelled over the water.
Little did he know I could. I just finished shaving my legs when another body entered the shower. Of course, he would get in the shower with clothes still on just to annoy me. But I'm not going to buy into it. I figured I would just get even.
"Indie! Just look at me will ya!" he demanded.
I didn't look, I didn't want to. I figured after all the times he didn't look me in the eyes, I owed him. I just wanted to get him out of my shower, I wanted him to stop talking, I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to think. All I wanted to do was be alone! I walked him into the corner pressing my naked body against his bare chest. I think this caught him by surprise. I reached my arm over him and grabbed my shampoo. I turned around and started washing my hair. I felt his eyes wander my body.
"Indie, are you going to ignore me the whole time?" He questioned again as if I didn't hear him before.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed at his question, "Jackson, as you can tell I am trying to take a shower. You have rudely brought yourself in here and you think I should give my attention to you but you seem to be unable to see that I am busy!" I said with anger.
I leaned into the water and let the side drift down my body. When I opened my eyes, Jackson reached out and pulled me into him.
He pulled the wet strands off my face. "Indie, please just tell me what you dreamt of?!" he begged.
I knew he was worried and I knew he was hurting him by me keeping him out.
"Jackson, will you let me go? I will talk to you when I get out of the shower. Now if you don't get out of here I'm going to kick you." I said looking straight at him.
He nodded and stepped out. I couldn't believe him! I stepped out and he was standing there with my towel in his hand. I rubbed the towel through my hair.
"Jackson, are you going to leave me alone? I am not going anywhere. Actually, I was thinking about going to get in my robe and watch "I Love Lucy" before I have to start getting ready for school." I said reassuring him.
He laughed "Fine but I will be back with breakfast!" he said as if the food would make me feel better and open up.
I am starting to think that food is Jackson's love language or maybe it's just annoyance.
I knew he would do that. I knew I wouldn't be completely rid of him but it was worth a shot. I put the tv on and I slid into my robe and went to the mirror. I put my hair to the side brushing out all the knots and tangles. I lace my fingers through putting my hair into a beautiful fishtail braid. I got into my bed and lay on top of the covers. I laughed at the tv and what felt like no time he was back. He smiled, placing a tray full of pancakes in front of me.
"Jackson, do you think you are feeding an army? Is there anyone else besides us?" I questioned because the stack of pancakes was large and could probably feed us and the neighbors beside us.
He laughed. I took a bite and decided I wasn't hungry but I would drink the Orange juice. Somehow the food repulsed me, I wasn't sick, I just decided that I didn't want it.
"Okay, Indie, tell me what is wrong?" He questioned.
I rolled my eyes and I knew I had to tell him.
"Jackson, it was just a nightmare. You know the normal stuff. You know parents." I said with a shrug.
He reached over and grabbed my hand.
"Indie, that wasn't your fault." He said.
I laughed, at the thought, "Well that was better than your last conversation on how 'Its been 8 years.'" I said remembering that talk the first night we were here.
I rolled my eyes as I pulled my hand away. I stood up and decided to let it all out.
"Jackson then whose fault was it? If I was a normal child like the dream said I would still have parents and you would be out saving the world. Instead, you've been stuck on babysitting duty. You could be married and dealing with kids and all that fun stuff, instead of living in hiding with me."
He stood up and walked over to me. Grabbing me by my waist. "Indiana, you know that's not true." He said as if I should already know this.
I felt tears fall from my face.
"Jackson it is true. Now I'm dead to the world. The government is afraid of me and instead of locking me up. They use me because I'm a "Problem solver" but I can't be without you because they think I will use my gift for horrible things. They will never let me be without someone, I will always have to live a life with someone with me whether it be you or another agent. Like I would create an uprising and take over the world." I said with a frown.
I felt his arms tighten around my body. "Indiana, I know you would never do that. I know it hurts you being like this and I wish you could see, even without your gift you would still have power. Maybe not like destruction but still powerful enough to break some hearts." he said with a smile.
This made me roll my eyes and laugh. "Jackson all through history men have been able to draw chaos with their words. They were normal, could you imagine what I could do? My soul isn't completely innocent, I could have just allowed the boys to go mad and get locked away but no I had to personally end it. I had to plant the seed of death in their mind. I am horrible!" I said with disgust in myself and that pain that I truly felt.
I think at this point there was only one thing he could do. He started kissing my cheeks, then my chin, then my nose, then my eyelids, and lastly my forehead. I was starting to relax with each kiss, I was no longer in my head thinking about everything that was wrong. He reached my lips and I knew I craved this. I needed this kiss and even though it's wrong, he was like my drug. I wanted that high only he could give me. His lips pressed into me firmly and I could feel his hands grab the sash of my robe. I drifted my fingers up, running my nails against his neck. The kiss grew stronger and in a moment I was laying on the bed as we kissed. He began kissing down to my neck and softly leaving little love bites. I moaned in pleasure, he went back to kissing my lips. His hands drifted up and down my body and I think in pure pleasure my lips trembled. I felt my robe go free, I no longer felt his hands through the silk. I had goosebumps rush my skin and I ran my fingers up his back, drawing my nails down his skin. His lips went down my neck and down to my breast. My body arched up as I enjoyed every ounce of it.
I snapped out of my drug-induced high and pulled away from him tying my robe back up.
"What the hell Jax!" I yelled.
He looked at me puzzled like he was shocked because I stopped it. I looked at the time and saw the sun was coming up.
"Jackson you need to leave! I have to finish getting ready and oh yeah take a cold shower!" I said.
This made him laugh, I rolled my eyes as I slipped off the side of the bed. I went into the bathroom turning on the cold water. I knew that he was just trying to keep me distracted but I couldn't handle that right now. I knew his attention was good but I knew I had work to do and I could stay in that high with him. I let the water fall against my skin and all I could think about was his touch and his kiss and I knew I wanted more. I could feel the burn of his touch against my skin even when his fingers weren't there. This man will be the death of me.
I stepped out of the shower and was happy he wasn't in my room waiting for me. I grabbed my retro dress, the one that made me look like a 1950's housewife and placed it on my bed. I guess I was feeling Lucy inspired, I sat down in front of my mirror and brushed on the tangles. I rebraided my hair into the beautiful fishtail braid it once was. I sighed as I started putting on some makeup to cover up my dark circles. I grabbed my red lipstick and slowly put it on. I knew that it was time for me to get dressed. I slid the red dress on, it was one that hugged you in the right way, well at least in my case as it showcased my curves.
One problem after another. "JACKSON!" I yelled.
Just like a ghost, he popped in. He looked like he showered and decided he needed to wear a button-up shirt and slacks. "What?" he asked confused.
I blinked and forgot why I wanted him in here. "Oh! Um! I need your help zipping me up." I stuttered out.
He nodded and I turned around. He seemed to be very slow when it came to zipping me up. "Here you go!" he said as he pulled up the zipper, as it slowly came up.
I felt like I couldn't breathe. "Thank you, Jax!" I said.
I walked to my bed with my heels in hand. He stood there like he was posing for the cover of GQ. As I started putting on my thigh-high stockings I felt as if he was watching me.
"Jackson, why are you dressed so nicely? Hot date?" I questioned, with almost a teasing tone.
He laughs "Would someone be jealous if I did? He asked back.
I rolled my eyes, I'm sure the disgust that rolled off my tongue "Jackson you are right! I am jealous and today I decided I'm not going to come home!" I said with a blank look on my face.
This got him panicking, he kept trying to read me and I just sat there blank staring at him.
"Aww is someone worried?" I ask with a sly smile.
I started laughing as I put on a bracelet and I handed him my necklace to put on.
He slid it across my neck, "Here you go!" he said as it re
I smiled. "Aww, my hero! How could I get ready without you?" I teased him.
He smiled and rubbed the side of his face, as he looked me up and down. I am almost curious to wonder what he is thinking. I really wish I could read minds because his, would be the first one I would read.
I stood there and looked at him. "Are you going to drive me to school?" I asked him.
Then I saw the look. The look of he was either going to attack me right here or right now or he would be planning. His eyes traced me again.
"JACKSON! FOCUS!" I yelled, snapping him back.
He shook his head out of the daze. "Yes, I will give you a ride. I am actually on my way to meet Connie," he said with a smile.
I felt my brow furrow. "Why, are you going to ask to be replaced? Oh! Maybe this time I can get a hot body builder type. You know the ones that are purely for their body and not their brains. Okay yes, I am stereotyping but it's a possibility."I said teasing him but really I was just trying to keep my mind at ease about this. At this point, I think he was covering his mouth just to hide the laughter. "Ohhh! Oh! Jackson, do you think they can work with Interpol and get me a hunky British guy, like Robert Pattinson. Okay, I know that I can't have him but I could imagine. Maybe the next stop will be Forks and I can find my own Edward Cullen." I said with a wink and a sly smile.
He rolled his eyes, and I burst out laughing.
"Indie none of that crazy stuff you asked would ever happen," he said unamused.
The drive was fast but I was worried as he kept looking at me.
"Bye!" I said shortly as I started to get out of the car.
"Do you need me to pick you up?" he asked with a sly smile.
I nodded and walked into the school.
I actually wasn't paying attention as I ran into Dom and Steve. My books flew out of my hands. As usual Dom, always willing to be my hero, started picking up my books.
"Oh, I am so sorry Dom. Steve? Right?" I asked as if I didn't already know.
He smile and nodded but he never looked at me.
"Here Indiana! I hope you are okay!" Dom said, handing me my books.
I nodded and smiled, reached out, and touched Steve. I ran that buzz through me, I thought of the kisses that Jackson left upon me. This seemed to perk him up.
I finally went and hugged Dom, I tipped up to his ear and whispered "Walk me to my locker?" I asked sweetly.
Like a lost puppy, he followed me. Steve looked dazed but unaffected by this.
"Dom, what was with Steve? He looked sad! What is wrong!" I ask as if I was truly concerned.
He looked down and I took the time to take my jacket off and place it in my locker.
"Oh yes, he's still dealing with Justin and Trey's deaths. You'll actually see a lot of that today. People are still confused about what happened." Dom said softly.
I took a deep breath. "I knew about Trey but I was shocked to find out about Justin." I said truly looking at him.
I touched the side of his face, "Dom, wasn't Trey a friend of yours?" I asked.
He looked down and nodded. I decided I needed him to be happy and I didn't care if it wasn't my fault.
"Dom" I said in that honey tone he loved, I reached out and pulled him into a hug.
I knew he needed this and in some way I was happy I was who I was. I went on about how I hated my gift this morning and it was more because of the dream but right now I am happy. I let the buzz of happiness fill my body and cross into his. He must have enjoyed it because I could sense his happiness.