Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

47 - Mouth, Months & Middle

~ All That Matters - Justin Bieber ~
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"Thought I'd find you here," Ajax takes a seat next to me. I don't say anything. My knees are pulled to my chest and my arms rest overtop.

"Can I ask a question?" I shrug my shoulders and rest my head on my knees. I know he's going to talk anyways. "Well I'll ask anyway." See.

"Months ago, before I went to jail. That guy who slipped something in your drink. Was that who, you know?"

Someone touches my shoulder and I look up at someone who is not my boyfriend. He wraps his arms over my shoulder. I pull my drink closer to me and look down at it. Something is sizzling in it that wasn't happening before.

"I have a boyfriend. Move," I try and shove him off but he doesn't budge. His breath reeks of alcohol. "Chill out babe. Take a sip," he encourages. I take my cup, hold it out and pour all the contents on the floor. His eyes widened.

I push him this time harder. He seizes my wrist and begins dragging me out the kitchen. "Stop!" I cry out. His grip gets tighter. "Ajax where are you," I mutter looking around. Tears already falling down my face.

He lets go. I look up watching Ajax slam him into a wall. His hands holding him up by the collar of my shirt. "I'm pretty fucking sure she told you to stop!" He fumes. The man puts his hands up as much as he can as he's being restrained by Ajax.

His face pales as he looks Ajax in the eyes. "Look man. Accident," he tries and smiles his way through. Ajax punches and drops him before walking over to me.

He touches me face and looks at me. "You alright," he whispers. I nod rubbing my sore wrist. "What he do?" He picks up my hand and observes my bruised wrist. "Prystyne."

"Slip something in my drink, but I didn't drink it," I assure. I watch the rage grow in his eyes. He looks back at the assaulter on the floor. "Gabe! Take her home," Ajax shouts. Gabe drops the ping pong ball and rushes over to me.

"Ajax, I'm fine seriously. Let's just go together," I reach out for him. He shakes his head. "I'll see you tonight. Leave your window open," he kisses my forehead before walking back over to the mystery guy.

"Get up!" Ajax shouts while rolling his sleeves up. Why today, why today. "Come on," Gabe takes my hand leading me out. I look back, getting a glimpse of Ajax punching him straight across the face.

"No. It wasn't him," I tell Ajax with a small smile. I know he still cares. He pulls me into a short hug before pulling away.

"I would've killed him if that's who it was. I don't care how long I get sent to jail for," Ajax mutters. I laugh lightly. I know he would. He almost killed that guy. "Look Heath-"

"I don't want to talk about him," I mumble.

He places a hand on my back rubbing it in circles. "Heath cares. Yes, he shouldn't have told me. He only did it because he's worried, I'm pretty sure he's in love with you," Ajax says.

I scoff. "Yeah right. Heath is not in love with me," I roll my eyes.

"But you love him?"

"I don't know what love is," I admit. Maybe what Ajax and I had was love but with Heath, it's way different from Ajax and I's relationship.

He nods understandingly. "Can you try talking to him. Let him explain," he pleads. I pull my knees away from my chest and spread them out on the ground.

"Don't you have class?" I ask. I'm the only one with a free period at this time. Ajax shrugs leaning back against the wall.

"Had to see if you were alright. Are you ever going to tell anyone who it was? He deserves to rot in prison," Ajax seethes. And I agree.