Young Writers Society

Author's note: This story, and all of its chapters, have been rated 18+ for the following: violence, mature content, language, sexual activity, use of drugs/alcohol, etc. It is not for the faint of heart, as some scenes may or may not get graphic. If you cannot handle such scenes, thank you for your interest and I ask that you please return to the home page now. If you can handle such scenes, then please, continue on and I hope you enjoy. 

Chapter One; Jerr's POV

"How could you?" A pair of delicate hands blur towards his chest, shoving him into the closest wall.

His skull slams back painfully and he grimaces, ducking his head and closing his eyes tightly. A large hand rises, to feel and gently rub the wound, and slowly his fiery amber eyes find her blazing sapphire hues through his shaggy chocolate brown hair.

"How dare I what, sweetheart?" The words are spoken mockingly, his head tilting to the head slightly as he shakes off the pain and straightens up. A step is taken forward and he is an inch from the woman, towering over her petite figure and glaring back down at her.

"You know very well, Sam. Last night, the motel, my sister. The one you killed." The woman snaps, her tiny hands balling into angry fists.

The corner of his lips slowly tilt up into a faint smirk, his body moving closer to hers, her breasts brushing against his torso and his lips inches from hers as he whispers. "Oh, that bitch? She had it coming."

Her indigo irises widen in shock, then fill with anguish and rage. She slaps him, hard, across his stubbly cheek, causing the sound to reverberate in the air. All is silent for a moment, as he stiffens, frozen in place. His bangs obscure his eyes from view, and he can hear her panicking as she slowly registers what she has done. Slowly, he turns, his amber eyes now dark with murderous intent.

She is suddenly thrown against the wall, a soft cry of pain escaping her pink lips as he moves in. Slender arms are pinned to her side, his large body pressed against her curvy figure, an inhumane snarl filling her eardrums as the man holds her down. "Fucking bitch." He says in a dangerous whisper, making the blonde tremble in fear.

She's terrified of him, yet she holds her own, lifting her porcelain chin defiantly into the air. She takes a deep breath, then moves her eyes up, the swirling blues blazing. "Let me go, Sam. I'm done with you. I want out."

He reacted to her words with a snort, his mouth curving into a wicked smile as he responds with a taunting, "No."

She shrieks in anger and starts to struggle violently, her feet kicking his shins and making him curse. It only fuels his rage and he tightens his grip on her arms, smashing her harder against the wall.

"You aren't going anywhere, Amy." He snarls the words quietly into her ear, his tone furious and possessive.

"It's all over, Sam. The road trips, the robberies, the freedom, they were all fun until you started killing people! And then my sister? What is wrong with you? You aren't the Sam I know, you cold, worthless bastard." The woman yelled, her tone filled with despair, sadness, rage. Still struggling, she screamed, "I hate you! I hate you, you inconsiderate fuck! Put me down, I'd rather die than be with you!"

Her words stung a bit, and sparked a fire in him, one that longed to consume her. To dominate her and remind her who she belonged to. "You are mine. Mine, Amy. I don't care what it takes, I will handcuff you to the bed and set this house on fire before I let you walk away from me." He growled into her ear, his amber hues burning with lust and anger.

His large hands twisted into her long blonde curls, yanking her head back violently, making her look up at him. Soft pink lips parted in surprise, sapphire hues wide and watching him as his head dipped down, closer to that heavenly mouth, a low, primal growl escaping as he drew nearer and nearer.. God, he could practically taste her on his lips, her tongue slowly dancing with his, her exquisite body melting into his as he-

"Cut!"

The voice penetrated the intimate silence and suddenly, he broke character. He was no longer Samuel James, a psychotic murderer, but Jerrson Hastings, an eighteen-year-old senior at Paramount High. Slowly, he lowered the woman to the ground and reluctantly drew back.

Hanna Knight shook her head from side to side, her long tresses whipping around as she, too, broke character. Shyly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, giving him that breathtaking smile. Jerr felt his heart skip a beat as he remembered the smell of her perfume, the feel of her body against his and he swallowed anxiously, giving her a half-tilt of her lips in response as their teacher for the dramatic arts classes, Mr. Tipton, approached them. Behind the elderly man were about fifteen other students, watching them in awe as their teacher started to critique his two best pupils.

"That was amazing, you two. Spectacular, I won't lie. Interact with each other was golden, the intimacy was real. Emotions were dead-on, words were, as usual, accurate, dialouge was perfect! Excellent, excellent." He mused, rubbing his wrinkled hands together and giving them both an approving nod before turning to address the class. "You can learn a lot from these two! Give them a hand, class, they were amazing."

Hanna's porcelain cheeks flushed pink and she lowered her gaze, modestly bowing her head as the students applauded them. Jerr thanked them with a smile and a nod, then motioned to Hanna, as if to give all of his credit to her. This made her blush deeper and she fixed a big smile on her face, blinking at him with blue eyes that declared vengence.

Smirking, he slowly brushed past her to make his way back to his seat, lightly caressing her back in a soothing manner. The mere touch of her body made his fingertips tingle and his heart beat accelerate. The image of her pressed against the wall before him was seared into the insides of his eyelids, her thighs lightly hooked around his waist. He recalled the smell of her blonde curls, green apple and cucumber, invading his nostrils and making his thoughts hazy as his lips drew closer and closer to her own, her eyes wide with something unexplainable, something hidden behind the pain and anger of her character. Could it have been desire? Desire for him or desire for Sam? Was this Hanna's desire or Amy's desire? His eyes closed shut and he furrowed his brow, leaning his forehead against his palm, trying to investigate when his name was yelled.

Amber eyes snapped open to see the entire class yelling at him. Mr. Tipton had his arms on her hips, fixing him with a stern gaze. "Did you so happen to catch what I had assigned for homework, Mr. Hastings?"

"Uh.. Was it to review the script for the Christmas play..?" Jerr said the first thing that popped into his head, wincing as the class laughed.

Mr. Tipton was not amused. "Yes, that, and what else?" Jerr gave the man an awkward half-smile, which was unreturned, and flashed an SOS fleeting look to Hanna, who was towards the front and in his view of sight.

She mouthed the word review and mimicking writing on paper. "Write a review?" He guessed, lifting a broad shoulder in a shrug and glancing up at his teacher.

"Yes, Mr. Hastings, as Ms. Knight was so kind to inform you, not only do you look over the script for the Christmas play but a focus free write is due. I want a paragraph or more describing your thoughts and emotions towards this week's activity, which was the short play." The man announced, turning to fix Hanna with a stern gaze before returning to his desk. "Class is dismissed."

Conversation immediately broke out amongst the drama kids, and Jerr rose to his feet, shuffling to the back of the room to grab up his simple black backpack and Hanna's tan leather shoulderbag, to which he carried over to her and slipped it on her arm.

"Thanks, Jerry. Shall we?" She asked in a light, cheerful voice, smiling up at him as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

Jerr felt his stomach twist slightly as he gazed into her beautiful face, and smiled, a large hand wrapping around her slender arm and dragging her out the door. "Any plans tonight?" He questioned casually, hurrying her down the halls and making a right, his careless movements causing him to knock straight into someone and sending all three of them to the ground.

Groaning in pain, he groggily propped himself up on his elbows to see a dark haired guy crumpled next to Hanna, who shook his arm and was asking if he was okay.

"Yeah, I'm alright." The stranger responded, giving her a crooked smile as he slowly sat up. He was incredibly handsome, with tousled black hair and melting chocolate brown hair, his lips curling up into a slight smile.

It was clear Hanna noticed too, because she flushed a faint pink and smoothed out her floral skirt, her pocelain legs pressing together slightly and tucking underneath her bottom. She smiled at the stranger and explained, "Sorry about that. Jerr was in a hurry for God knows why and he wasn't looking." Jerr's eyes narrowed with a quiet rage as he saw this man, who introduced himself as Parker, shake Hanna's hand and wave away her apologies.

When those brown eyes turned to meet his cold amber ones, Jerr nodded briefly. "Yeah, sorry about that, man."

"No worries!" Parker exclaimed as he rose to his feet and turned, extending a muscular hand to Hanna. Jerr couldn't help but growl low in his throat as she accepted, rising to her feet and straightening her clothes, then thanking him with a smile.

"Are you new here, Parker?" Hanna asked, tucking a loose curl of blonde hair behind her ear, eyes fixed upon his face.

"Yeah, I actually just barely registered twenty minutes ago. I'll be starting tomorrow as a senior." Parker grinned down at the little lass, sliding a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolding it. He handed his schedule to Hanna, who squealed when she saw what he had.

"Oh, we have second period Honors English together! And look, Jerr, he has theater with us! This is great, we'll do our best to help you out, Parker. Right, Jerr?"

Hanna turned to bat her eyelashes at him, her eyes wide with pleading. Jerr felt himself melt at her begging and he managed a nod, eyes glancing up to briefly meet Parker's gaze. "Yeah, sure, man."

"Great! Thanks, guys, I appreciate this so much. Hey, I gotta jet now, but I'll see you tomorrow, Hanna and Jerr!" Parker gave Hanna a bright smile and then shook Jerr's hand. His touch was cold and eerie, and Jerr lifted his gaze to meet the others, seeing a cool and collected expression obscured from Hanna's view. Jerr couldn't tell for sure, but he had a bad feeling this guy would develop the hots for Hanna. His Hanna.

Once the guy left, Jerr growled again, a bit louder and directed his best friend down the hall and to their lockers.

"He seems nice!" Hanna giggled softly over her shoulder as she shuffled about in her locker, pulling out her other notebooks and depositing them into her bag. He was quick to join her and they locked the doors, then continued down the hall and into the front lawn, making their way to the student parking lot.

"Not really." Jerr spoke in a detached, blunt voice, sliding a hand into his pocket to pull out his keys. A press of a button and a black Chevy was unlocked. Jerr was quick to reach his old truck and open Hanna's door for her, waiting for the beautiful woman to get inside and buckle up before closing the door and getting in on his side.

"You don't like him? Why not?" Hanna yelled over the engine, staring at him as he climbed into the driver's seat and buckled up, then glanced over his shoulder to back out of the parking lot, avoiding her enticing gaze.

"He just seems like a jerk." Jerr said slowly, carefully, shrugging nonchalantly while his eyes remained fixed on the road. He took all of the correct turns and lanes, hoping to get the blonde home before she exploded on him.

"What?! Bullshit, Jerr, you're just jealous because he's hot." Hanna declared with a smirk, folding her arms across her chest.

Jerr chuckled and shook his head, her movement causing him to glance over and see her arms brushing against her plump breasts. His stomach twisted again and he spoke in a cracked voice, "Don't care. I just know I won't like him, and neither should you."

Hanna bristled at that, her eyebrow raised in surprise. "Excuse me? I can socialize with whoever I want to, Jerr." She said in a slightly angered voice, turning to look up at him.

"I don't trust him, Hanna. He looks like the type of guy that would hurt you." Jerr retaliated, feeling a bit of anger himself at the thought of this bastard hurting his girl.

"Doesn't matter! Don't worry about it, Jerr." Hanna snapped and fiercely dug a manicured nail into the release button of her seatbelt as he pulled into her circular driveway. She opened the door and hopped down, then turned to snatch up her bag. Her eyes were angry and she fixed him with a look, saying a bit stiffly, "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow."

Jerr watched her walk away, up her porch and into her house, his mouth set in a frown as he sighed deeply. Then, silently, he slowly backed out of her driveway and made his way home, his mind on her, always on her. Always on Hanna Knight, the woman he loved, the one he was too afraid of losing, too afriad to tell her how he felt.

Perhaps he should tell her, before it was too late, but Jerr was cautious, terrified, and weak. This was the one person he couldn't bear to live without.

Author's note: Yeah, I know, it was a somewhat clean chapter, regardless of the language. So, review or comment if you'd like, hopefully I will have enough inspiration to post chapter two soon! :)