Before He Lied

Tessa Chapter 5

He walks into the bathroom and I hear the lock click, I take off my shoes and sit on my bed. What am I doing? Hardin doesn't care about me at all, he just wants sex. Nick and I are together, I can't cheat on him. Hardin could never feel the way I feel, I can't lie to myself. He makes me feel different, it's something that I've never felt before. He's so rude though, it's insult after insult. I have to pull myself together, I'm here to learn. Not cheat on my four year relationship with a player. It doesn't matter how he makes me feel, he could never feel the same way about me. Suddenly the bathroom door opens and he walks out.

"Take a shower...............I mean.........you can take a shower first." He says in calm tone.

"Thanks."

I open my closet and grab my robe when suddenly I look into the mirror and see Hardin's reflection, he slowly lifts his shirt over his head and throws it on his bed. Unlike the front of his body his back is completely ink free, the only thing on his back are huge long scars. Scars that stretch down his back, they splinter out like wood when it's broke. You can tell the skin was ripped open multiple times, it healed and was ripped open repeatedly. I slowly drop my robe and turn around, I walk towards him so I can get a better look. Before I can stop myself I lift my hand and lightly touch his back, he quickly turns around and I step back.

"DON'T EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN!"

Anger washes over his face but it's mostly pain, I see so much pain behind his eyes.

"I'm.................I'm sorry............what happened.........who did that to you?"

I try to step towards him but he quickly puts his shirt back on.

"MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS! Don't touch me ever again! Just because I drove you and bought you a burger doesn't mean that I like you! No one could ever like you! Leave me alone! You're annoying and don't know how to shut the fuck up! I should have let you freeze out there! Try to get this though your thick fucking skull! I don't like you! I never have and I never will! Just LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He grabs his keys and phone before he puts on his shoes and leaves, he slams the door and the tiny room shakes. The slam causes his books to fall off his shelf, I can't help the helpless tear that stream down my cheek. I knew it was too good to be true, he is a monster. What happened to his back? Who did that to him? There are so many questions, I just wish he knew that words cut deeper than actions. I quickly wipe the tear away, I walk to his side of the room and pick up his books. Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, The Great Gatsby? He reads these novels? I put the books back on his shelf, I mean I did touch him so I guess he has every right to be upset. It's just those scars are so............scary. They are so deep and so big, they stretch so far down his back. Maybe I should do something to say that I'm sorry? Before I have a chance to change my mind I start picking up his half of the room, I pick up the many many black shirts from the floor and fold them. I bring one of the shirts up to my nose and smell it, his sweet smell intoxicates me and I quickly snap back into reality. I place the shirts in his drawers, I make his bed and throw away the many empty water bottles that surround his bed. Once I'm finished the room looks decent, I clean up the bathroom and light a candle. Soon French vanilla fills the room, I hop into the shower and once I'm done I put on my silk night dress and lay in bed. Suddenly the door opens and he stumbles inside.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii Theresa! The sky is green outside."

He closes the door and falls to the floor.

"Are you drunk?"

"No..............I'm wasted."

He laughs, this is just great. I stand up and help him stand, he looks me up and down. Shit, my night dress.  Whatever, it's just a little bit of cleavage, as if he would even look at me that way. I sit him on his bed.