DAISY

I stared at Jason's note for hours. So little words, only three sentences could keep me so occupied when my filled textbooks were waiting to be read. I couldn't bring myself to do anything on the night with Jason gone. It's only been a few hours since I last saw him. My friends tried to contact me but I ignored them. I was too overwhelmed, too afraid to do anything. I couldn't face the world knowing that I have done a horrible thing, I have hurt the man I love. I couldn't forgive myself, so why would Jason want to?

In three hours, the clock would strike midnight and everyone would scream 'Happy new year!'. They were lying. It wasn't a happy new year. It was sad, gloomy and miserable. It was depressing and exactly the opposite of happy. My finals were in fifteen days and I had so many work to study, I didn't think I could cope. I would have to speak to one of the campus psychologists to extend my time of studying. To defer my exams to another date. I couldn't concentrate in this state. I was constantly worrying about Jason and what he might have done in his state of anger. I left him so many missed calls and text messages but he never responded or read it. I was so worried about him. He had a tendency to go rogue when he was hurt or angry. And right now, I could only imagine both.

I've puked my guts out in the toilet the morning, the two crackers I ate and the whole wheat sandwich coming out. I cried over the toilet bowl and my stomach churned in protest. It hurt so much. This wasn't normal, I should see the doctor immediately. And just when I needed Jason most, he wasn't here. I was feeling not only a bit angry at myself but also him for not believing me or giving me a chance to explain anything. I always gave him another chance no matter how much he hurt me, and I forgave him. It hurt to know that he didn't love me enough to do the same.

My friends and brother came over a few hours ago to invite me to a new years party but I declined. They could tell that something was wrong and offered to stay with me through the new year but I forced them to go and live their lives. No one's life should have hit pause because I was paying the consequences of my lies and mistakes. It would have been selfish of me to let them stay. After I recieved a bear hugs from each of them they finally left.

I was alone again in my misery and depression.

Happy new years to me.

Hours passed of me lying on my bed and mindlessly staring at the TV which was currently turned to cartoon network. The bright colours on the TV had no effect on me, my mind too preoccupied with thoughts about both Jason and Cassandra. I had opened boxes of Oreos, crisps, candy, chocolates and jars of Nutella on the bed next to me. I was stress eating but it wasn't helping a bit. Not even chocolate ice cream could cheer me up. I sighed and stood up from my laying position, ready to put on my pajamas. I was lounging around in black tights and a white tshirt all day long.

I was about to enter the walk-in closet when I heard a knock at the front door. I left the room to go downstairs and see who it was, having the thought in my mind that it might be Penny or Mavis. Or even Jason. Maybe he lost his key and finally decided to come home. I pulled the door open without thinking or even looking through the peephole.

Biggest mistake.

When I saw three strange men, I pushed the door closed immediately again quickly. Unfortunately, they were faster. I struggled but was quickly overpowered before the door came crashing open. I moved away from it immediately and without thinking, made a run for it towards the stairwell. My heart was beating so fast in fear and confusion, and I had absolutely no idea who those men were. I ran around the dining room table and towards the stairwell, when I see one of the men block my way. Turning around and with wide eyes I try to head to the balcony but my path was blocked once again by another man.

The adrenaline in me was pumping so quickly I didn't think before I leapt straight over the dining room table and towards the other side. They shared shocked looks before regaining their composure. I saw the opened front door and nearly sighed in relief when I was almost out.

"Get her, you fucktard!" An angry yell came from one of them. It was past midnight, someone surely must have heard in the silence of night.

I was about to leave through the door when hands grabbed me by the shoulders. I let out a small scream but was cut off immediately when a hand covered my mouth. Oh god. Please, no. I heard the door shut closed and lock as I thrashed around in my captors arms, but failed miserably. I kept trying to pull away wildly, and suddenly a few of Jason's words came rushing back to me. Aim for the balls.

I lifted my foot and brought it down harshly on the man's foot. When his grip loosened I jammed my elbow straight to where I knew would do the most damage. He hissed in pain and let me go. I took the opportunity to to run straight towards where I knew Jason hid an extra gun. Underneath our basket bin. I bent down and lifted it up but before I could successfully grip the deadly piece of metal that I had no idea how to use, I was being pulled away by the ankle. I spun around and kicked the second man straight in the face with my foot. He groaned, his eyes blazing over in anger. That didn't stop him from grabbing me by the arms and successfully pulling me up.

"God damn, I now know what Jason sees in you." The guy who I kicked in the face said, a smirk on his face. I almost wanted to laugh by the red spot that was on his cheek, but the fear overwhelmed me.

At the mention of Jason, I body froze over and I stopped struggling.

"Lucien sent you didn't he? Please don't do this, tell him that we can talk about what ever the hell you're doing here." I said pleadingly.

"Lucien?" He laughed humorously. "I don't take orders from that bastard."

"Which gang are you from then? Not Jason's. . ." I said in confusion. It was clear they were part of some gang. I knew this by the fact that he mentioned Jason's name and they had signature symbols inked on their skin.

"No, Sweetheart. Did you not hear of the new gang in town?"

My heart skipped several beats. They were from the gang that Jason's gang fought with the last time. They were the one's that left bruises on him. Knowing that I couldn't negotiate with them, my heart nearly stilled in fear.

At the knowing look on my face, he smirked. "The name's Axel Walker, also known as the new king in town."

"What do you want from me?" I asked shakily. I wished Jason were here. He would protect me.

"It's not what I want from you, Sweetheart. It's the outcome I expect if I take you."

"Take me where?" I asked fearfully.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out."

I tried to pull away from him but his grip only tightened. "Let me go." I hissed, feeling hopeless.

"I will, only if you follow us willingly." He looked at me in question. His accent didn't sound from here, and it scared the bejeezuz out of me.

"I will." I agreed. He let go hesitantly. I waited a few seconds before I immediately spun around and made a dash for it to my room. But be was faster. I yelped in pain when a hand grip my loose hair and pulled me back. I was turned around and shoved roughly against the dining room table. My back hit the table and I winced.

"I don't take liars well, you stupid bitch." I felt a slap to my face and gasped as my head moved to the side. I wasn't expecting the second blow, but I felt a fist pound into my stomach. I weezed in pain as nausea started to reach me. My stomach felt weird by pain.

I sobbed in protest when I recieved another blow.

"I hate liars." Axel chuckled casually. He was absolutely crazy. "We aren't really starting off on a good note are we now, Daisy?"

"P-Please stop." I begged, my eyes blurred with tears.

"Oh please," he scoffed. "You would think that a gang leaders girlfriend would be tougher than you are. You and Jason are so alike. Absolutely pathetic."

I grew so angry in the next second, so I ripped away from him unexpectedly and grabbed the nearest vase before smashing it over his head. I backed away slowly when his eyes darkened dangerously. He showed not a hint of pain, but a deathly glare appeared on his face instead. His two goons were silently watching, not doing a thing to disrupt their leader. My eyes grew wide and fearful when he stalked towards me. I backed away till the back of my knees hit the glass coffe table.

I looked at the table for a split second, and when I looked back I felt a hand wrapping around my neck. I gasped and tried to breathe but oxygen was restricted from my lungs. Tears stung my eyes as I felt myself being lifted from the ground.

In the next second, my body crashed into the glass table. The glass shattered everywhere, and my heart broke when I felt the stabbing pain of sharp glass being wedged into my skin.

I screamed in pain. The last thing I whispered before complete darkness was,

"Jason."

***

~ Jason ~

Pain coursed through my head as I downed another shot of something unknown to me. The busty bartender was giving me shots without even asking. She knew exactly what I needed and how fucked I was in my head. Barny's bar was my all time favourite, and I used to frequent here until I got together with Daisy. Since we moved in together I stopped visiting the regular bars and strip clubs that I used to before.

I felt fucked in the head as I stood up, a bit tipsy but not really drunk. The blonde haired girl sitting besides me looked utterly happy when I stood up. I recognized her as Myra from before, a stripper that I used to fuck on occasion. Her hair was short but great to grip when she went down on me and gave the most mind blowing blow job. My eyes scanned the length of her body to see her wearing short jean shorts and a red crop top that left nothing to the imagination. Her boobs spilled out ungracefully. Her skin was creamy white and her face caked with makeup. She was hot but fake.

"It almost midnight. Do you wanna go have some fun at the stroke of twelve? We can fuck through the new year, free of charge." She asked, her red painted lips curving up into a sultry smile.

Daisy's face flashed in my mind. Her sweet and beautiful smile, the way her eyes crinkled whenever she laughed at me ridiculous jokes. Her long chestnut brown hair and her innocent hazel eyes. Not so innocent, I thought with distain. I absolutely loved her, no I still loved her, but she lied to me about something like that and I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt like a bitch. I was also disappointed with myself for not having figured out sooner.

I grabbed my leather jacket off the bar counter, and grabbed the blonde's hand before I could talk myself out of it.

Morning came and I shot out of bed, sweating profusely. I had the worst of nightmares, consisting of Daisy leaving me and waving goodbye as she stood by the enemy's side. I wiped my forehead and sighed, letting my eyes scan the cheap room I was in. I saw Myra's blonde mop of hair besides me on the bed.

Realization set in and I pushed the covers away immediately before standing up hastily. God, no. I didn't cheat on Daisy. Please tell me that I didn't cheat on her. I found myself still in my jeans and a spark of hope lit up inside me. I searched the room for my sweater to see it laying randomly on the floor. That didn't look good. I picked it up and dusted it off before shrugging it over my head.

I ignored the dull ache in my head and shook Myra awake. She groaned and slowly sat up.

"What the hell, it's still early." She said, her blue eyes landing itself on me. When she spotted me she woke up completely.

"What happened last night?" I asked calmly, but my heat contradicted it completely. I was feeling anything but calm. I've never felt so much emotions as I did then and it was shocking. I would be devastated if I cheated on Daisy. She would never forgive me.

"What do you mean?"

"Answer the fucking question." I said in frustration.

"We didn't do anything if that's what you mean, you asshole. You kept pushing me away." She grumbled.

I sighed, feeling utterly relieved. I was proud of myself for having sense despite being drunk last night.

"A few months ago you would have been more than willing to bend me over and fuck me. What the hell is up with you? Are you on your man period?" She asked in annoyance. "You fucking hurt me when you pushed me away. I have the bruise to prove it." She showed me her arm and I immediately felt bad.

"I'm sorry, Myra. But I have a girlfriend now. I shouldn't of came here." I said in apology, picking up my shoes and sitting on the bed to tie them up. Just a few months ago, you would have never heard me utter an apology no matter what I did or to who I hurt. Things changed so much.

She scoffed before laughing. "You have a girlfriend? The Jason Black finally settled down with a girl? Well, who's the lucky girl?"

"I can't tell you that. All you should know is that she's special to me and whatever you and I had going on a few months ago ends right now."

"Are you serious?" She asked in disbelief.

"More serious than child birth." I laughed dryly, moving to the wooden door to exit.

"Fuck you. I hope this girl knows what she's doing."

I only smiled and left with a bang of the door. That was the last time I'd be seeing her.

I left the room and downstairs to the bar. It was early morning and not yet opening time. The bartenders were washing up glasses and cleaning the counters and booths. The bartender from last night was about so say something when she saw me, but I left without bothering to wait.

It's been approximately twelve hours since I dropped Daisy off at our apartment and left immediately afterwards. I was drinking my sorrows away and even considered doing some of the drugs that I dealt, but decided not to. My behavior was so righteous these days and I always thought twice before doing something bad. Daisy did this to me. In a way Lucien was right. She made me weak, but also so much stronger. And despite everything, I didn't regret being with her for even a second. I hoped in my car and turned into drive, reversing out of the parking lot. My car sped towards the apartment as I felt exhausted even after five hours of sleep in the bar. I just wanted to go home and wrap Daisy up in my arms and sleep again.

Once completely relieved of my anger, I thought I could give her a chance to explain. I didn't want to talk to her or be any where around her while in my angry state. She shouldn't have to be at the receiving end of my temper outbursts no matter what she did. She deserved better, especially after she always forgave me so easily, no matter what I did. I was being so selfish for not giving her a chance to explain. But like I said, I needed time and space to think clearly.

I arrived at the apartment after twenty minutes of driving. I parked my car in the residents parking lot and rushed to go see Daisy. She must've still been sleeping. She wasn't that much of an early riser and it was only something to six now. I reached our floor and walked towards the apartment door, to see it already opened. Confusion filled me instantly. Maybe she was awake, and doing some early morning cleaning to take her mind off of things.

That thought diminished as soon as I entered through the apartment door. There was an eerie feeling in the atmosphere as my eyes scanned the place. I walked further forward inside and that's when I noticed the shattered vase and glass table. I froze and my heart skipped several beats.

No, no, no, no ,no.

I crouched down to the broken table and noticed the shards of glass, some with a red substance covering it. God, no. It was blood.

"Daisy?" I called out, feeling worry and panic filled me. No response came, only silence. I took the stairs upstairs and searched the bathroom and closet but she was nowhere to be found.

"Daisy!" I yelled this time. When no reply came I threw the bathroom door closed in frustration. I noticed the TV still playing quietly in the background, and a pile of opened junk food on the made up bed. That immediately told me that she hadn't gone to bed at all today. I really began panicking now as my chest felt suffocated with worry. I pulled my phone out and dialed her number, only to hear her ringtone sound from her bedside table. Her phone was here, charging near the outlet.

I stormed down the stairs and back into the dining room. My eyes landed on the broken glass and a bunch of emotions came rushing to me at once. Guilt, anger, anxiety and worry. I should have never left her. I was so selfish for leaving her just like that, when she needed me. Feeling like the biggest piece of shit, I dialed the one number I knew I could rely on whenever I got myself into deep shit.

My father answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" He greeted into the phone. I breathed deeply and it took me a minute to process what was happening. Rage was building up in me slowly, and I was afraid I might explode and be useless to finding Daisy. Nobody fucking dared take what's mine.

"Jason?"

"Dad, I need your help." I said desperately. "I came home to find Daisy missing. There's broken glass on the floor and signs of struggle. What do I do?"

"I told you didn't I?" He said lowly. "I fucking told you this would happen. And you never listened!" He suddenly yelled causing me to wince. "Daisy's life is at risk and that's on you."

"Please, we can talk about this later but I need to know where she is. Please help me." I begged.

"You need to learn your lesson."

"Dad!" I exclaimed in disbelief. "You of all people know how this feels. Help me."

"Well, have you called anyone else. She might just not be there."

"No, this isn't like her and when I got here the door was wide open. Someone took her. It must be that fucking Lucien. I swear when I get my hands on him-"

"No."

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"It's not Lucien. You signed a peace agreement, right? Why would he suddenly do something as take Daisy? It could start a war between gangs."

"Then who could it be?" I growled in frustration.

"Who else hates you as much as Lucien does?"

Realization hit me so quickly, I could feel my hands clench tightly around the phone in rage. Worry engulfed me and I took a step back in disbelief. I was mostly mad at myself for leaving her alone when I knew that I had enemies, and more than ever right now. I wanted to throw myself off a damn cliff.

One name set off in my head as anger coursed through my veins.

Axel Walker.

The man that I'm going to kill.

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Question: Do you think that Daisy has been pregnant this whole time?

It hurt to write about Daisy getting beaten up. It was originally so much more vile, but I rewrote that part so that you guys wouldn't hate me too much :)

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