Author's Note: Sorry it's kind of short. It's a oneshot. Hope you like it. Enjoy!
Jealousy
by xWho-Wouldn't-Waver-With-Jackx
Elizabeth had been following Jack for a year. She had eagerly escaped the island on the first passing ship and travelled straight to Tortuga to find him. And find him she did… Port after port, brothel after brothel she had watched from the shadows, some invisible chain restraining her from approaching him. Doomed to watch him womanise in deadly envy…
Elizabeth watched from the corner where she had been waiting all evening. Jack had drunk a large amount - she felt unsteady just watching him knock back the drinks - and chatted up the black-haired barmaid, the blonde barmaid and five passing girls who now crowded around him. But at last he selected one - a young thing, couldn't be above 18, with light brown hair and large brown eyes - and led her upstairs. Her stomach turned as he glanced back and his eyes seemed to pierce her, but she was hidden in shadow.
Unrecognisable.
Invisible.
And the bitter resentment came crashing down on Mrs Turner, abandoned by her husband and unnoticed by the only other man who meant anything to her. Down came the crushing black jealousy that had been her only companion for the past twelve months, that dominated her mind and tainted her thoughts every night when she knew what Jack was doing in bed with some girl. And every night she sat alone and drank and rehearsed in her mind what she would do if…
If it was her…
Her he was leading to bed. Her he was bruising with kisses.
Envy enveloping her soul, eating away at her heart like a cancer.
Her hair his fingers were tangled in. Her neck his teeth marked with desire.
Her breathe caught in her throat as she closed her eyes and thought of him.
Her clothes that ripped in his hurry. Her he was pinning against the wall.
How she longed to feel his touch, see his eyes full of want for her.
Her name that burned on his tongue. Her he was holding so close.
She bit her lip as her fantasy continued.
Her he had on the bed, the table, the chair, the floor. Her skin that bore the marks of his lust.
Tears of hopeless longing burned down her face.
Her he wanted. Her he needed. Her he loved.
"Elizabeth?"
Her eyes snapped open. She looked up.
"So it is you." said Jack.
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