登入JACKSONEARLIERThe shot had come out of nowhere. One second, I was running towards him, and the next I was on my knees, a sharp, piercing pain tearing through my side. I looked down at my side to see blood. I pressed my hand to it, but the blood just seeped through my fingers. It took my mind quite some time to register what had happened, that I'd been shot. The gun hadn't even made a sound. I didn't hear a thing, but I was bleeding, on my knees, experiencing a new kind of pain I'd never experienced before. I heard those footsteps, but I couldn't look away from the blood soaking through my shirt, my fingers.“You’ll die here,” Michael said, his voice low. “Alone. With your name being slandered all over the internet. What a way to go.” He got close to me, standing in front of me while I remained on my knees, my breathing harsh, my hands shaking. He ripped my hand away from my wound, rubbing the gun all over my bloodied hand, and throwing it to the side. I stared at him with my jaw
“FUCK!” Michael roared as her teeth tore right through skin, and she went in deeper, harder. “You bitch!”He hit her back, and she grunted, but didn't let up. He struggled, trying to throw her off him, but she had her legs pinned down, her arms locked around him, and she didn't budge. He hit her back over and over again, still trying to throw her off, and finally she let go, but not without taking a chomp off his neck with her teeth. “Fuck!” he screamed as he pressed his hands to his neck, trying to stop the blood, but it was bleeding so much.She staggered to her feet, losing her footing for a second, before she balanced again. She stared down at him with her lips stained red with his blood, her teeth even more red. She spat out the blood, and it landed on him. “If I have to lose the last bit of my soul, I will,” she snarled, swaying on her feet, wiping her mouth with her arm. “I will lose it, as long as I get to damn you to hell.”The blood wouldn't stop. She had torn through a ve
“Jackson, this,” Michael snarled, his grip tightening on her hair, and she winced. “Jackson fucking that. How about you call out my name for fucking once? Huh?” He shook her by the hair, and when she winced again, he was tempted to let go. But then she whimpered, and any thoughts of letting go fled from his mind. “Call out my name, Siri.”But she kept silent, just stared at him with those eyes filled with fear and hate. Hate… finally, there it was, not that pathetic fear. Hate suited her eyes better, making them shine bright and so beautifully. “Come on, Siri,” he whispered as he leaned in closer to her face, so close he could taste her breath; he could feel that heat she always carried. That heat only he was capable of bringing out. “Say it. Whisper it like you whisper his name. Worship it. Say it like a prayer.”Her jaw moved, and he thought she was about to do as he said, but it turned out she was gathering saliva to spit on his face. He closed his eyes as the hot liquid landed on
The door beeped open, and Michael stepped in slowly, doing a sweep of the place with his eyes. It seemed empty. Was she not in? But he hadn't seen her step out, so she was probably in. He closed the door and finally stepped in fully, taking off his coat and throwing it on the couch. He looked around for any trace of her, and it was everywhere. It almost felt like she owned the place. He walked slowly to the center table, where a picture caught his eye. He stared down at the picture, his jaw clenched. It was a picture of both of them, and the way she was looking at him, smiling softly and sweetly, made Michael sick to his stomach. She had never looked at him like that, even though he had been here before that bastard. Sure, he left for four years, but that wasn't long enough for her to completely erase him from her life. He had been trying to be patient, really. He was trying to be soft and do things logically, but it wasn't going anywhere, so he decided to do it his way, and it w
“Mr. M'Call, what do you have to say about your relationship?”“Mr. M'Call, was she really your stepsister?”“Mr. M'Call, are your parents divorced?” “Mr. M'Call, what–”I managed to drive back into the garage, but that did nothing to quiet the voices. I staggered out of my car, not bothering to turn it off or shut the door. I could still see the cameras flashing in my eyes. I could feel their stares, their hunger to know what happened, not because they saw us as human beings, but as the next big story. I was panting, my vision blurry, my knees trembling so hard I had to find a spot and rest my back on it. I slid down until I was sitting on the floor, fisting my hair. “Fuck.” I have always avoided the cameras, the headlines, and prying. “Fuck, fuck.” I avoided interviews and shows because I just wanted to play hockey. I just wanted to be on the ice where I could breathe. I didn't need the fame, the cameras, the shine. I didn't want to be known. I didn't want the paparazzi at m
JACKSON“ONE DAY AFTER PARENTS’ DIVORCE: HOCKEY STAR, JACKSON M'CALL, CAUGHT IN FORBIDDEN ROMANCE WITH STEPSISTER.” “FROM STEPSIBLINGS TO LOVERS? JACKSON M'CALL’S SHOCKING ROMANCE EXPOSED.” “HOCKEY’S GOLDEN BOY HAS A SECRET, AND IT COULD COST HIM EVERYTHING.” “Finally, the man has a girlfriend!!! Have you SEEN the way he looks at her?! That man is GONE. FINISHED. COOKED!” “Sorry, but I don't care if the parents divorced yesterday or ten years ago. How can you look at your stepbrother and go, ‘Yes, that's the one.’” “Siri knows what she’s doing. Don't tell me she can't find ONE other man on campus.”“Not y'all blaming the girl when JACKSON IS A GROWN MAN WHO CAN MAKE HIS OWN DECISIONS. Leave her alone, bullies!”“His agent is probably having the worst morning of his life.” “I DON'T CARE WHO HE DATES. I CARE ABOUT THE UPCOMING SEASON. JACKSON, PLEASE DON'T LET THIS GET INTO YOUR HEAD.”“WAIT. Her father has been married FIVE TIMES???? And Jackson’s mother just divorced him???? Tha







