A week passes and I grow restless. Knowing fights are still happening in Beacon Hills. Knowing people are getting hurt because of me. I mean I missed the place I grew up but Beacon Hills is my home and it's been a week and I want to go home. Jackson does not agree.

"No! We're not going home at the end of the week." Jackson yells at me.

"Jackson please! I miss it! I'm not bothered about the danger." I shout trying to reason back.

"I don't care it's not safe! You're place won't be safe without me there and you refuse to let me come to your house." Jackson says exasperated.

"Jackson that's because-" I take a deep breath, "I rent a tiny rat-ridden room in the motel outside of town."

That flipped Jackson over the edge. I reasoned I never lied just got him to drop me off a couple of blocks before. I don't have any family they're all gone and that's all I could afford. We have an almighty row and Jackson that condescending over-protective twat even suggests I move in with Stiles and his father.

"I'm. Not. A. Child." I say furious to Jackson.

"Well you're acting like one. Your safety is at stake here." Jackson yells back.

"How dare you!"

I go to slap his bastard face but he catches my wrist and pins me against the wall hand still on my wrist.

"I dare you to do that again sweetheart..." Jackson says a low voice and a sexy smirk.

Jackson leans in close and brushes his lips over mine. He's so close yet so far.

"Jackson we shouldn't be doing this. We're best friends. I don't feel like that for you." I whisper the lies that are so bitter, so wrong they burn my tongue.

I feel incredibly bad but I've not had a good day plus I'm not in the right headspace. Also, tomorrow is the anniversary of my parents' and little sister's death. I cannot be getting involved with Jackson in that way as much as I want to. As much I long to be.

"Such a goddamn liar." Jackson says quietly shaking his head releasing me.

I go into our shared room and lock that motherfucking door. I've really been struggling these last few days and Jackson knows it. He knows I feel guilt and claims I can't do nothing about it. I argue I can, I can go home and lure them out. Jackson refuses he says he knows he's being selfish but he can't lose me.

The next morning, all dressed in black I make my move. I'm heading to my family's grave today. I leave Jackson sleeping fritfully but leave a note stuck to his forehead.

Going to the graveyard to pay my respects. I'll be back xx.

I sneak out of the little cottage we are staying at and walk to the little church in my village. I know this walk like the back of my hand. I've already texted family friends saying I'm going to pay respects and replace the flowers.

A couple of hours later I'm kneeled sobbing at the graves. I've laid my beautiful flowers and ran my fingers over every word if the writing. I hear leaves crunch and twigs snap. I don't even bother to look around. I know he's here. Jackson lays down three roses upon the grave. He takes my hands and pulls me on my feet. I'm so weak, tired and depressed. My legs give way and he catches me. He then hugs me close and tight.

"I'm sorry." I mumble.

He hugs me tighter, "It's okay."

Jackson gently sits me down on the mossy grass. He places me on his knee but his face nervous. I nod to allow him to do so. Slowly I sit and immediately his arms wrap around me.

"I miss them." I whisper.

"Who are they?"

"There's my mum, dad and little sister. She was only six."

"What was her name?" Jackson asks me softly.

"Brianna. It means strong." I say to Jackson's chest.

"Tell me about them." Jackson says adorably.

"Dad was so funny. Not just dad joke funny but like witty funny. Mum was kind and selfless. She worked from home so she could raise me and Brianna. Brianna was so hopeful, so positive so full of life." I say quietly.

"I wish I met them." Jackson says.

I look into his eyes, "They would have loved you."

"May I ask what happened?" Jackson asks hesitant, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"It was raining and we had a car crash. We all was in it. I was the only one who survived." I then let out a sob.

"You have survivor's guilt." Jackson says rocking me.

After holding me for as long as I needed we headed back to the cottage for some lunch. Jackson asked for some privacy before we left so I walked to the car he had rented. Back at the cottage Jackson made hot chocolate and we made a pillow fort.

"Thanks for this Jackson." I say softly.

Currently we are under blankets in the pillow fort waiting popcorn watching Disney movies.

"I'll do anything for you, you know that." Jackson says casually munching his popcorn.

*GIF is Jackson's face as he says the above*

"All I do is hurt you." I mutter, arms hugging myself.

"You've never hurt me. Ever."

Me and Jackson finish the movie and talk for hours on end. He's so kind and thoughtful. People call him a villain, he's just a boy.

"We should get some sleep." I say at one am.

"Fine with me." Jackson replies with.

It's a colder night tonight and I can even see the mildew on the window. Jackson starts prepping the sofa for a sleep.

"Jackson get your ass in this bed I'm freezing my tits off." I yell.

Thirty seconds later a warm almost naked body pulls my body onto his. I rest my head on his bare chest and his strong arms wrap around my body.

"I'm here." Jackson whispers.