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Ment to be. Part 2. (Jay/Tim)

Tim's POV. 

Connor wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing the side of my head. My body stilled and I forced a small smile. "You're home early, love." He hummed in response, moving his hands to my waist, holding me still. Not that I'd move anyway. 

My breath hitched, but he took that as a good sign and started to kiss down my neck. "Yeah, thought I'd surprise you with a night out." I smiled for real this time and turned around to face him, placing my hand on his cheek. "Really?" 

He nodded, smiling widely. "Of course. You deserve to be spoiled every now and then. Go change into something fancy. I'm gonna call Margos and get a reservation." I gasped happily, moving up onto my toes to kiss his cheek before rushing off to change. 

Margos was my absolute favorite restaurant. I rarely got to go anymore. All the doubts I had running around in my head were slowly fading away. Jason was wrong. Connor loved me. He did. He took care of me. Why else would he be doing this? 

Sure, he had some anger issues, but it really wasn't that bad. If I got hurt it was my own fault. I just had to learn to get out of the way. Wrong place wrong time type issue. 

I got ready, putting on my black pants and red button up shirt. I styled my hair back, pulling just half of it up. A few hairs framed the sides of my face, giving me a slimming look. I grinned. Perfect. 

When I walked back out to Connor, he was just hanging up the phone. He looked at me smiling, but then he frowned. "What are you wearing?" My smile faltered as I looked over myself. I didn't see any problem with my outfit. I thought I looked really good. 

When I looked back at Connor, I furrowed my eyebrows as my face twisted in confusion. "It's my favorite shirt." His eyes looked me up and down as his hands went to his hips. "I don't like it. Go change. Maybe something blue." 

My heart dropped. He'd liked this shirt the last time I wore it. "I-i don't think I have a blue shirt." My breath hitched when he gave me a look. "Well, go look." He sighed out a little and walked to me, gently cupping my cheek. 

"Baby, go look. Please? I just think blue is such a pretty color on you." He kissed my nose and I smiled involuntarily as I nodded. "Okay." I turned to walk back to the bedroom, Jason's words surfacing again. 

No! This was fine. He just wanted me to wear a different shirt. It was a special night. He'd come home early to surprise me, the least I could do was wear something he liked. Right? 

After I searched through my clothes, I huffed. I didn't own anything blue. I never wore that color. But Connor did. I smiled, getting an idea as I went to his closet. He had a blue button up right at the front and I grabbed it, putting it on. 

It was loose, but I folded up the sleeves and tucked it into my pants. It didn't look too bad actually. Connor would love this. He always thought I was so cute in his sweatshirt. I grinned as I walked out. "how about this?" 

Connor looked up from where he was sitting on the couch. He was stoic for a moment before he motioned me over to him with his finger. I hesitated, but walked over. His hands went to my hips immediately and he pulled me down into his lap. 

"Why the hell are you wearing my shirt?" My face paled and my eyes went wide. His voice was deep. Dangerously deep. "I-i" He grabbed my chin, furrowing his eyebrows in anger. "Did I give you permission to wear my things?" 

I gulped, shaking my head. Tears formed in my eyes and all I could think about was Jason. He would never get angry like this. Or put his hands on me this way. He was so kind and always smiling at me. That's what I wanted. Not this. 

Sadly, I didn't have a choice. 

I swallowed down against the hard lump in my throat. Connor seemed to notice and pulled his hand away, sighing out in irritation. "I try to do something nice and this is how I'm treated. Don't you wanna have an amazing evening baby?" 

His voice was soft suddenly as he cupped my cheek, thumbing away a stray tear. My lip trembled. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. "I-i...um." He held my gaze for a moment and I started to shake, taking in shaky breaths, but trying to stay still. 

"Answer me Tim." Even though his voice was still soft, I found myself shaking harder and let out a sob as I nodded. "Y-yes. I-i do. I'm sorry. I-i should've ask-asked." I lowered my head in shame, but I didn't understand what I had to be ashamed about. I'd done nothing wrong. 

Connor hummed in thought, tracing his thumb down my cheek and throat, stopping at the top button of the shirt. "I know you're sorry baby. I'll forgive you, but let's get this off yeah? I'll find something for you that's suitable." 

He started to unbutton the shirt and suddenly, I didn't want him seeing me. I didn't want his eyes on my body. Or his hands. Without thinking, I grabbed his hands, pushing them away as I gasped and moved off him, stumbling on my feet as I stood back up. 

Connors eyes widened in shock and confusion for a moment before they turned into a scowl. "Tim." He said my name in warning, giving me a chance to stop and let him continue, but I shook my head, sobbing out as my chest heaved. 

"I don't want this. I don't want you. This isn't love. Not even close." I stepped back further away from him, gaging how far away the door was then eyeing my keys on the counter. I knew he was getting angrier by the second and I needed to make my move. It was now or never. 

Suddenly, I was running for the door, grabbing my keys as I made my way past the kitchen. I flung the door open, not even daring to look back as he yelled my name. I just ran, making my way to my car. I had to make it. I had to get out of here. 

When I got in, Connor was halfway halfway down the driveway. My hands shook and I sobbed out as I cranked the car, going in reverse before hitting the gas and speeding down the street. I felt relief hit me like a ton of bricks and heaved out. 

My head felt fuzzy. I was so confused. What had I just done? This wasn't my choice. This wasn't my decision. Except that it was. It may have been planned for me to marry him since before I was even born, but I still had freedom. I wasn't some object to possess. 

Screw them. Connor. My parents. His parents. Everyone that had a hand in this. He was a monster and I mentally slapped myself for not listening to Jason and realizing it sooner. 

As I drove, I realized I didn't even have my phone. I couldn't contact anyone and just prayed that Jason was home. I knew how to get to his house and could do it with my eyes closed. Connor knew that too though, so I only hoped I had time to explain the situation before he found me. 

Although, with what Jason already knew, I knew I wouldn't have to explain anything for him to be on my side. I had no idea how I would fix this. A shit storm was about to hit. I knew one thing though. I loved Jason and he loved me.