"What?" No, he didn't hear wrong. Harry said what he said. His demeanor became far more menacing and for a brief moment, Jackson could swear a different person sat before him. Harry's livid eyes grew wider by the second with an intent gaze fixed upon Jackson as a whole. The atmosphere became stuffing for them both and the silence ate at their hearts. It was a battle line being drawn by two. One of whom lined the ground with chalk, easily altered while the other had with him a piercing dagger and is ready to slice through the earth to make a point. With gritted teeth, he said again, "I. Will. Not. Give. Up. On. Her." There was a fire in Harry's eyes, it burned with determination and passion, that, Jackson had never seen from someone who had been passive his whole life. Jackson walked on hot coals with his brother before him, his anger spiked while he used every iota of his being to calculate his actions. He wouldn't want to throw Harry off, they've come too far. But one thing
He was a step closer to reaching, turning the tables, and going back to where he already was. There was a coldness in her eyes as she talked, as she looked at him but if he just stared long enough, it was merely a tap hiding the field of warmth that rested there. He'd keep trying, 'cause...why not? It was that day of the week when he finally has to visit his mother, and he had informed Maria about it, she maintained her distance, although the right accommodation hadn't been provided for her and he didn't know where she currently stayed but the fact that she wouldn't be with him at the penthouse made his stomach. He was sure he loved his old house better. Jackson waddled into the bathroom to get prepared, as crazy as it sounds, he was more excited to see Maria than his mother. Does that make him a horrible person? Even if he was, his foolish heart wouldn't confirm it. He also knew how happy his mother would be to see her, it was hard living off sad excuses of Maria being busy, too
"What? I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean." Jackson came to a sudden halt, whatever this man had in mind, it wasn't going to sit nicely with anyone of them. "Oh, you know what I mean. Does tying knots at a nameless church count as anything? For all I know you are very much single and she's just living off you."What was this madness going to lead to?"Father..." He muttered under his breath, the rest of the word sat stuck in his lungs. "What? Don't act surprised son, I know very much about people like that, she could be using you for all care, say money...fame, all of this could be an act and that's why I've paid little to no attention to that love interest of yours." He spoke as though he was unaware of the gravity of his words and how annoying they sounded to Jackson. "Why can't you for once surprise me and leave behind these delusions and see the good in things and people?" He sighed, obviously drained and frustrated, then again, of what use was conversing with him
"Come on in, careful..." Jackson said as he helped his mother into his home. He quickly picked up some food wrappers he had miserably left to lie around during the worst few weeks of his life. Without her there, he hadn't felt the need to be a person, he merely just existed, surviving over pizza and his delusions of when things got better. Jackson hadn't realized how in bad shape the house was. And he even forgot to book an appointment with the cleaning services. Harry and Maria were the ones who cared about stuff like that. "Ah, we should have cleaned up before leaving," Maria turned to his mother after throwing Jackson a demeaning look, "we had visitors over earlier...some friends and colleagues, it was quite a party," she chuckled nervously, immediately arranging what she could. She mouthed "clean your house." to Jackson, and he returned a plain but embarrassed smile. "Jackson now has friends!?" Jackson assisted her in occupying the comfiest couch, "It's a miracle he met you,
It's been quite a long day for all of them, she'd been three but listening to Mrs. Jones talk about her marriage drained her even more. It was funny to think a person whom you thought you knew everything about could switch up and show you how contrary they are to your views of them. In Mrs. Jones's eyes, Maria saw herself. That fear lingered there even though she was away from her husband, that must have been the reason she was eager to leave the hospital just like Maria had left Spain, for good. There were a lot of what-ifs flying around in her head. What if Andrew was in fact lying around in the shadows and waiting for the perfect time to strike? He was a walking time bomb and would not hesitate to blow up at the least expected time. If only things really went as planned, if only. "Maria?" Jackson called out with questions written all over his face, it was obvious that wasn't the first time he called her, she had been lost in her thoughts. "Are you okay?""Yeah, yeah- sorry," she
She had completely forgotten about Harry, it felt like he was just someone in the background and when she was with whom she actually wanted, everything about him fader before her eyes, she had even forgotten to inform him that she wouldn't be home. Humans were born with the natural instinct of selfishness, putting their needs first and disregarding everything else as soon as their desire came into play. It made her feel terribly guilty and that tiny voice in her head ceaselessly explained how much of a terrible person she was. Maria shuffled her feet against the ticklish rug. Was she to tell Jackson that it was at Harry's she had stayed for the past few weeks? He wasn't aware that Harry liked her, if he did, their relationship might go down the drain, she couldn't bear the weight of that — being the reason why happily ever afters was scarce.But if she wanted to keep this man, honestly should come first."Yesterday when I left, why'd you ask?" Talk about the most annoying way to revea
Mi Amor, synonymous with trouble in the well. Her brain yelled, trouble! Danger! Don't go closer. Maria's whole body shook as she moved to the package, fear eating up every part of her. She felt like she could break if she moved without caution, her bones ached. The spinning sensation her head replayed made the ground wobbly, as though she walked on foam. She crouched and with quivering fingers, she picked up the package, her hands wouldn't work the way they normally would, she felt like paper, limp and lifeless with a grip only strong enough to tear wet serviettes. Whoever had dropped the packager would have passed through security, and for him to have come to the highest floor, it scared her even more. It was Andrew no doubt, no one else knew or addressed her as that. Maria felt sick to he stomach as she took the package inside, leaning on the thick walls for support as she walked. She set it down on the table, it contained something, right? And she should check whatever that was.
"Oh, I see. Nice to meet you, I'm Jones Jackson, but then you probably already know." He said calmly. I am also the guy you may have told your problems to but that doesn't matter now. The words he didn't say.Sean cleared his throat, "He is very new in the industry, and surprisingly, he was vouched for by one of the producers. He does stunts too, so I figured he'd come in handy. Jackson shot the guy whom he now learnt to address as Andrew, a piercing gaze. He looked nothing like him, facially. His jaws were squared and it looked as though he could lift weights with them. His eyes fell on his broad shoulders and biceps, they were complimented by the brown T-shirt he wore. Jackson could see where the idea of their semblance came from, it was in the physique, although Jackson was taller, the similarities couldn't be disregarded. Jackson wanted to ask how Andrew got here or why he now seemed to be closer after they had thought they would never meet again. But he couldn't, could he? Becau