Sick Moves

Getting there, it is nearly done, am I even needed?

“Marcus.” Looking up, I see Jackson walking over to him.

“Turns out workers got it all sorted, so you can just sit and relax. The guests are arriving now anyway.” He is right. The place looks perfect, and guests are arriving. Sitting down, I begin drinking, not too much, though. Alena walks in, smiling, looking so happy, so the other night wasn’t too much. I feel better now, knowing she isn’t an emotional wreck after everything.

I watch as she walks to her dad and cuddles him, Jackson had mentioned he knows about this place now, so no doubt he knows what sort of man Jackson is. Watching I see Jake, I don’t know him, but I do know I don’t like him. His arms wrap around Alena and swing her around, her dress lifting up slightly, and you can see Jackson has her underwear. I hope no one else saw.

My hands ball into fists, and I can see Jackson feels just the same. He needs to get his hands off her. I watch as Alena pushes away, seemingly