[COMPLETED] Mila Wilson is quiet, anxious and a little bit of a mess. When she finally starts college despite her mental health issues, she meets the dark, mysterious, yet intriguing Jace Evans, who is covered in tattoos and the most beautiful boy s...
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"Shit" I hear a muffled voice from the kitchen.
A cabinet is being opened and closed loudly. I quickly sit up and turn the lamp on the nightstand on. My phone says that it's four in the morning. Jace is standing in front of a kitchen cabinet, clearly looking for something.
"Jace? What are you doing?" I ask quietly, rubbing my eyes.
"Fuck" he says angrily. "I can't find the rubbing alcohol" he mumbles more to himself than towards me, rummaging through another cabinet.
Rubbing alcohol? What would he need that for? I throw the covers off of myself and make my way over to him.
"Why..." I start before taking a closer look at him.
His right knuckle is bruised and bleeding slightly. "What happened?" I ask him frantically, now fully awake.
"Nothing" Jays says, still angry. "Go back to bed" he adds without giving me a glance.
His rudeness towards me is hurtful. What did I do?
I decide not to answer, and stay where I am. Crossing my arms, I notice that Jace is wearing sweatpants that he wasn't wearing to bed. His shoes are right beside the kitchen table. They also weren't there last night. So, Jace leaves me all alone in the apartment and comes back with a bruised knuckle. Yesterday in the car he talked about punching someone in the face after dinner to feel like a man again. My heart starts to pick up his pace when I realize what happened.
"You went to see Derek" I say bluntly, slightly disappointed in him.
Jace still isn't facing me and doesn't seem interested in answering to what I just said. He gave up on his search for the rubbing alcohol, he just leans on the kitchen counter instead.
I take a big breath and turn around to go into the bathroom. I open the cabinet under the sink and quickly spot the rubbing alcohol Jace was looking for. I knew that I've seen it here before. I grab it and make my way back into the kitchen and see that Jace is still in the same position. I place the bottle on the kitchen counter, right next to his hand. It's slowly stopping to bleed, but the sight of the lightly swelled bruises makes a shiver run down my spine.
Unwillingly, I start shaking. Situations like these give me a lot of anxiety. I hate violence in every form and the fact that it's four in the morning doesn't help when I should be asleep.
Jace grabs my hand softly before I can turn around and go back to bed.
"Please don't be mad at me" he whispers.
I'm silent for a second, trying to find the right words to say. He pulls me into him, laying his left hand on my cheek.
"I didn't mean to wake you" he adds, stroking it softly.
"What happened?" I ask him quietly, surprised that his anger is suddenly gone.
Jace lets out big sigh. "I couldn't sleep, I had a lot to think about. I couldn't get Derek out of my head. How he came close to you, intimidated you. It made my blood boil, so I had to do something about it" he admits to me.
