Broken Angel

Jacksons POV. Before She was mine.

I saw her at a house party 2 years ago. She was so beautiful. Pale skin, long dark hair, the perfect body. The most amazing ass I have ever seen. Her green eyes could light a room. I knew the moment I saw her, I had to have her.

Bringing her a drink, I asked her if she fell from heaven. I know, cheesy, but she laughed at me, and before I could finish, she introduced herself as Angel. I really thought that was her name. I didn't know for hours that her real name was Missy.

A friend came running up to her screaming her name "Missy! Missy! I can't believe you could come!!!" Hugging her and jumping on her. She laughed, looked at me and said "Well The cats out of the bag now."

I smiled at her and said "Doesn't matter what your name is. I'll forever call you, My Angel."

We started hanging out after that. Not for lack of trying, but she just didn't date anyone. All she wanted was to turn 18 and get out of her fathers house. She didn't say much about him though. I just assumed he was like any other over protective father. I didn't push the topic, because she didn't want me to.

2 years, I was by her side. Just a phone call away. Joked about taking her away from it all, and running away. She didn't want that. She never wanted to depend on anyone.

She was tough, Independent, beautiful, and even though I have more than enough money. She always had to pay for everything herself.

We spent as much time as we could together. I traveled a lot and always tried to get her to come with me. Her father would never allow it.

We'd go out shopping, and movies, and dancing, and concerts. If she was out of her house. She was always with me. If I wasn't working.

One night I went to surprise her at work. I had been gone for 3 weeks on a business trip. I missed her 18th birthday. She comes running up to me giving me a jumping hug. And was excited to introduce me to someone.

"This is Jax, Jackson, my very best friend, I've told you about him."

Turning to me she says " and this is Mike, my boyfriend!" She leaned over and gave him a kiss... Right on the lips…

"Funny, I haven't heard a word about you." I said

My heart broke right away. It felt like I got stabbed a million times over. I knew I had to get him away from her. She was mine. I'm supposed to be her boyfriend. Not this broke ass piece of s**t. I came up with an excuse to leave, and knew I had to act fast.

A few days later I waited for her call. I knew she was going too, and I was ready. She was so upset. She couldn't believe that after 6months, he ghosted her. Just like that, he's gone.

In my mind I was wondering why she hid him for so long! She knows how I feel, and must feel it too. I invited her out, but she didn't want to go anywhere. I insisted and offered her a night on the yacht. Told her no parties, just her and I, watching the stars. Finally she agreed. Why wouldn't she? I'm her best friend.

Sitting there having a few drinks, passing a joint, and just hanging out. She laid her head on my shoulder, and was rubbing my arm. I could smell her coconut shampoo. It was such a perfect moment.

Except, she couldn't stop talking about him. Blah blah blah.... sad sad sad. He just asked her to move in and she was going too. She was barely making her bills at her new apartment, and she was doing online courses too. So having a 2nd person to help was going to make things so much easier.

Even though I tried time and time again to help.

She was telling me how she gave herself to him. He was her first.

I don't know what came over me at that moment. I had to have her for myself, I wanted her to shut up about this asshole.

So I went in for a kiss. She pushed me away. And that's when I snapped. Not even thinking. I pushed her down, and got on top of her. She tried to get away.

Not this time. I had to have her. No matter what. So I took what was mine.

Holding her down I ripped of her shirt. She was wearing a skirt, so it was easy to get her panties off. I force myself inside of her. It was so tight, and so perfect. I have been wanting this for years. She was fighting me, but I had to have her. I just kept f*****g her, Untill I cam.

Not even realizing what I did. How can I be so stupid! I had to give her something. maybe she won't remember? I apologized instantly. I felt terrible.

"You f*****g asshole!" She screamed at me. "Why? Why would you do this to me? I thought we were friends" she cried grabing whats left of her clothes and covering herself up with them.

"I'm so sorry angel" I said handing her a drink. I did spike it with stuff. She drinks it and demands I take her home.

I wasn't in my right mind. I really don't know why I did this. Why does she make me feel like this?

When she fell asleep, I looked at her. She really did look like an angel. I kissed her on her head covered her with a blanket, and left her be. I was embarrassed and mad at myself, but not as much, at the same time.

She did this to me. She makes me feel so much, both good and bad. More then anyone has ever made me feel before. I need her. She needs me. She will realize this.

One thing I knew for sure is, I can't let her off this boat. Not now. Not until she can forgive me. She will forgive me. I love her so much. She knows this.