When Pigs Fly
"We can't do this anymore! I-I can't do this anymore." I said the last part in almost a whisper.
He took a step closer to me. "Just give me what I want and you can leave."
"Oh, yeah? But then what? You'll just call me again and ask me for more money. Jackson, you can't-" I started. Jackson clamped his glove covered hand over my mouth.
"Keep your voice down," he whispered. He looked around us. We were in an alley off of Main Street, our usual meeting place. There wasn't anyone around, yet Jackson still hadn't moved his hand.
I grabbed his wrist and attempted to pull it away from my face. He fought against me and started pushing me backwards. I tried to pry him away again, but this time, he removed his hand from my face and grabbed my wrists. He pinned me to the brick building behind me. The one that had the coffee shop in it, that my family owned.
"What are you doing Jackson?" I shouted.
"Give me the money, and I will leave you alone. We had a deal, remember? No money means bye-bye Julia. Who's next after that? Your mother?" He spat in my face. "Or maybe little Isabel."
Julia was my best friend. Jackson and her had a thing last year. It ended really bad and I could tell that she wasn't safe. I went to his house to talk to him. He had lost control of himself, and he started coming after me. He pushed me down the stairs of his back porch and I sprained my wrist and broke my foot. When the police arrived, Jackson told them that I fell, but that wasn't the case. The police believed him. Who wouldn't believe a cheif's son?
Two months after that incident, Jackson was back to torturing Julia. He would blackmail her. She didn't know it was him, but she had a feeling that it was. I talked to Jackson again, and I convinced him to stop, but we made a deal. If I gave him $500 dollars every two weeks, he would stop harassing Julia. I did it to save her. But that didn't save me.
Isabel was my younger sister.
"You wouldn't!" I shouted.
"You aren't giving me the money, so watch me." He let go of me and started to walk away.
"Fine!" I shouted. He stopped and turned around. "I'll give you the money. Just don't touch Isabel."
"That's what I thought." Jackson walked back to me and held out his hand. I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the bundle of cash. I placed it in his hand and he put it into his pocket. "Have a good night, Abby." He turned and walked down the alley and then dissapeared.
I pulled my jacket tighter around me. It was always cold in Minnesota it seemed like. A coffee would help. I turned and walked the oppisite way of Jackson.
AN: This is my new story. I'm done with the other one, but I barely even started it anyways, so. Please fav if you like it, so I know. It would mean a lot.
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