(A/n) I'm so tired. I got like no sleep, but I love writing, so fuck sleep I'll write this story instead! Hope you enjoy this chapter! ~Tiny

Jax's POV

    "Sure," I answer. His face lights up even more. He walks over to my chair and bends down. He kisses my forehead. 
    "Good, but I have to go, see ya later baby girl," he tells me and then leaves. He runs back in and gives me his number. He runs back out. I put his number into my phone. The name I gave him was Pick Up Line Guy. 

J: Heyyyyy!

PG: I'm a little busy right now, I'll text you later. <3

    I shrug and head upstairs. I open up the bathroom door and walk into the black and white bathroom. I turn on the water for a bath. I could take a shower, but a bath seems nice right now. I peel my clothes off of my body and climb into the warm water. I turn off the water, so it doesn't overflow. I close my eyes. Why am I even dating him? I hate him. Well. I could just break his heart or something. Yeah I'll do that. My phone buzzes and look to see that Unknown has texted me.

U: Hey.

J: Yeah?

U: Stop hanging out with that guy.

J: Um, what?

U: That creep that was just over, stop texting him, stop talking to him, and most importantly stop seeing him.

J: Um, why?

U: He's not a good person.

J: I know, but just leave it be.

U: If you don't do what I say I'll kill him.

J: Um, what?

U: Either stop seeing him and cut all ties with him or I kill him.

J: Um.

U: Or you can kill him. You have a week to make your choice.

J: I have to choose don't I?

U: Yup, there are no other options. Goodbye, Princess.

    I toss my phone aside. I can do the right thing and cut all ties with him, which would be awesome, but it would be hard to do, since I'm friends with his friends, or I can do nothing, which will end in his death. I don't mind him leaving, but him dying is a little much. The final option I have is killing him myself. That option is a little scary. I would be a murderer. I would mess with life. I would be murdering someone. Even though he is a little bit of a fuckboy doesn't mean he needs to die, but that might be my only option. I'll rethink this tomorrow, right now I'm just going to take a little nap in the bath.
    I wake up to someone banging on the door. (A/n) Omg, when I wrote "banging on the door" I broke out laughing. If you don't understand then good for you, you innocent minded human. Okay back to the story. ~Tiny. 
    "Hey! Get out of the bathroom right now!" my dad screams. I get up and drain the tub. I dry off as fast as I can and get dressed. I walk out of the bathroom. I head get turned and a stinging sensation is left on my right cheek. I was slapped. "What the hell were you doing in there?" He hits me again, but harder. The intensity of the punch causes me to fall on the floor. "Answer me!" He kicks my left shoulder. "Hey!"
    "I was taking a bath," I answer quietly. He doesn't even go into the bathroom. He walks into his bedroom and slams the door. I get up and walk into my room. I flop on to my bed. My phone buzzes.

U: Fight back.

J: Um, I can't.

U: Try.

J: I'm weak.

U: Get stronger.

    I turn my phone off and start rubbing my cheek where I was hit. It was going to be swollen by tomorrow. I feel my shoulder, which was in a lot of pain. It's not broken, but it'll be fine. How am I supposed to get stronger? I sigh and roll over. I'll think about the situation with Jeremy tomorrow.

(A/n) Sorry that this chapter is short, but I'm lazy. So please give me some feedback! I hope you enjoyed! Have a good day/night! ~Tiny