"I noticed everything, I just acted like I didn't."

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"Hey, you gotta get up." I hear faintly, but I'm not ready to get up yet. His bed is soft and warm, like sleeping on heated clouds. Rich people beds are different, rich people everything is different. Jacob let me sleep in his bed after the 2 hour mark of waiting for the truck, even though I had to convince him to do it. I can't remember how I did it I think I told him I had back problems or something.

"Aye, Delilah, I need you up like now." This time he's louder and starts shaking me aggressively, that isn't what wakes me though. Delilah. He knows how much his butchering of my name gets under my skin. I should work on not letting that get under my skin.

I pull the pillow I was using over my face and groan. It's darker outside now. "Asshole, you know that's not my fucking name." He smiles at my reaction. Asshole.

"The tow truck is gonna be here in a minute and I'm going to take a shower so you need to be up." He walks over to his dresser and pulls out some clothes. I don't understand what his rush is but I finally remove the pillow from my face and sit up.

"Why can't you just wait until I leave?" I get out of the bed and look for my shoes, I probably left them downstairs.

"Because this is my house and I make the rules. You should be happy I let you sleep in my bed instead of on the couch, you should be thanking me." That makes me roll my eyes. Whatever, I think to myself. Just as he was about to go into his oversized bathroom the doorbell rings.

"Well aren't you just lucky." He says and walks downstairs to answer the door, I follow behind him. When he sees who's at the door a weird expression takes over his features. I can't really tell what it is. When all of a sudden...

"You fucker!" One of the truck drivers yell and swing at Jacob's face.He didn't even take a second to think about it, almost as if seeing Jacob flipped a switch in his mind. Jacob takes the punch like it's nothing but I know it hurt. He then jumps on him and starts punching him the face but Jacob blocks most of the punches. Anger takes over Jacobs face, like he can only see red. The other driver and I are in so much shock that we don't know what about to do. Almost like we've been glued in our spots on the hardwood floor.

Jacob then knees the man in his stomach, causing him to fall over, giving Jacob the advantage. Jacob begins punching the man repeatedly and in the process they knock over one of Mr. Ricci's vases and breaking it. That is what causes me to snap back into reality.

I run over to the altercation, trying to ignore the sounds of glass shattering under my shoes. I attempt to pull Jacob off of the man but I'm not very successful.

"Help me!" I yell to the other tow man and he runs over to help me. Even with the help of the other tow man, who's not small in the slightest might I add, it's still very difficult to pull apart the two. Especially if we didn't want to get harmed in the process. When we finally separate the two I make sure to try and grab Jacob before he runs back over to the man.

"I told you and that piece of shit you work for that I would get you no matter what!" The man is shouting from behind his partner who is trying to calm him down.

"Too bad I did most of the getting then huh!" Jacob yells back while laughing but there's a chilling tone in his voice. He has a busted lip and blood running down his face from a cut on his eyebrow. I don't think he realizes any of this.

"I'll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch and your boss and everyone who works for him." He says almost slipping out of his partners hold.

"Oh I want you to fucking try!" I put my hands on his chest and try to push him backwards into the living room but it's harder than I thought. The other driver follows my lead and takes the angry man outside.

Jacob pulls away from me and starts pacing around the living room running his hands through his hair. I've never seen someone so angry and yet I still have this eerie feeling that I haven't even seen the worst of him...yet. I have so many things I wanna say and questions I wanna ask but i decide not to and I walk to the kitchen to get ice.

When I get back into the living room Jacob is on the phone speaking angrily in another language. When he sees me he says something else and hangs up. I can see the anger in his eyes.

"I got you some ice." He takes it and puts it on his fist. I can tell that his mind isn't here still. "Do you guys have a first aid kit?" He stares at me coldly before telling me that there is one in the bathroom. When I get back he is finally sitting down. I sit in front of him and start cleaning up the cuts and blood. I want to joke about how I shouldn't be doing this for free and how I didn't sign up for it, but then there's that saying. Something about poking an angry bear. I have to remind myself this isn't the time nor the place.

"What language was that?" I ask trying to not make things awkward. I'm surprised he's even letting me fix his cuts. I think he's too in his thoughts to really process what I'm doing.

"Spanish." He answers shortly.

"That's cool." He doesn't respond just continues to look forward. His phone rings again and he picks it up and walks away. I decide to walk outside and see what is going on out there since I do still need to get home. They've parked farther up the street when I walk out, it's probably for the better.

When the partner of angry man sees me he walks up to me. The other guy must be in the car still. "Are you guys still gonna take the car? I'll even pay extra just, please." I beg.

"Yeah we're still gonna take it, no need to offer more when I should really be giving you a discount." He laughs lightly, scratching his head. He must be anxious still, I know I am.

"Just sign this stuff and we'll take it. I don't think it's the best idea if we drop you off though." He says and I nod in agreement, signing the papers and giving them back to the man.

"Thank you, we'll call when we figure out the problem then we'll give you a price." I thank him and they leave with the car. When I walk back in Jacob is putting shoes on.

"Come on." He says and I grab my stuff and leave with him not wanting to him to lash out on me, he's clearly still angry. He calls someone, a friend of his possibly? He tells his friend that we need to drop me off, then whispers the rest of his words. To make sure I can't hear anything. The car ride is silent, the only talking is me telling him how to get to my house.

When we pull up to my house I look at him but he only looks forward. "Thank you." He nods.

"I know that there's something shady going on with you and I know you aren't gonna tell me what it is. That's fine but I hope you don't do what I think you're gonna do after you leave." I whisper to him before getting out of the car.

He looks me in the eyes, "See you later Daisy." His friend drives off down the street. I walk into my house and am immediately hugged by my mom.

"Where the hell were you!?"

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