Let me help you- Janthony

Part 9- thank you

Jasmines POV
I approached Pippa and Renee, "are you guys excited for opening night?" I asked them.

"Beyond excited" Renee smiled

"Obviously, but don't try not tell us what just happened" she grinned at me, talking about my interaction with Anthony that they obviously saw.

"Nothing happened" I rolled my eyes.

"Mhm, so we're gonna ignore the fact that you two were-" she lifts her hand and pinched her fingers together, "this close to each other and almost kissed"

"Yeah we're not forgetting that" Renee added.

"It was nothing" my face felt warm.

"And he kissed your forehead which was the cutest shit I've ever seen" Pippa squealed.

"And what you guys don't know is that we have kissed before" I admitted to them.

"What!" Pippa almost yelled

"Why haven't you told us before, when did this happen?" Renee squealed.

"About two weeks ago but-"

"Two weeks ago?!" Renee questioned

"And you never told us!" Pippa sounded excited

"Yeah but it stopped because I have a boyfriend" I sighed.

"Oh Jazzys that's bad" Renee said

"You're clearly in love with Anthony, why not break up with Brady for his sake and yours" now Pippa sounded sad.

"I can't" I tell them

"Yes you ca-"

"No I can't, I've tried before" I interrupted Pippa

"What are you talking about?" Renee asked

"It's Uh- nothing"

"Jas are you alright you look like you're going to cry" Pippa hugs me.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm gonna go get ready for rehearsal" I get up to walk away, wiping my eyes so that the tears forming in my eyes don't fall.

"Rehearsals done-" I heard Renee say. I just had to make an excuse to get up.

That night I go home and decide to tell Brady I want him out of my apartment and he refuses. It didn't go well because now I have a huge bruise on the top of my head, showing a bit on my forehead but it could've ended worse. At least this bruise is easy to cover.

I go up to the roof to calm down, to my surprise Anthony is up there. I open the door and spot him and quickly wipe away my tears. I turn my head away from him so he doesn't see my tear stained face.

"What are you doing up here so late" I ask him.

"Just to get some fresh air, let it sink in that it's opening night next week." I hadn't looked at him but I could tell he was smiling by the way he sounded, "what are you doing up here Cephas?" He asks

"Just need a break" I sit next to him, "I wish we could see the stars here" I sigh, he turns his head to me and his smile disappears.

"Hey are you ok?" He looks worried

"I'm fine" I tell him

"You don't look fine" he runs his hand over the dry tears on my cheek. I had gotten used to his touch, it was comforting.

"Are you saying I look ugly or something because I don't need that right now" I turn my head away from his touch

"No I- uh- you look gorgeous I mean- you've been crying" he stammers

"I said I'm fine" I say

"No you're not, you can talk to me. I can keep you safe"

"I don't need you to protect me" I insisted

"The what's that" he pointed at the bruise on my head i tried to cover with my hair but it was windy. No one would have noticed it unless they were paying close attention to my face, he had been admiring very closely and I know that because he always does. I do it too.

"I fell" I lie

"Then I'll get you a helmet I don't want you hurt" he says

"Why do you care, nobody should care. I can take care of myself" I look back at him, new tears falling down my face.

"You deserve more than to have nobody care about you" he tucks my hair behind my ear.

"No I don't! I'm useless, nobody loves me and I don't deserve to be loved" I yelled at him, not meaning to.

"At least that what he says" i mumbled

"He did this to you" he moved closer to me and brushed his hand across the bruise before gazing into my eyes.

"Damn it Jazzy you said he stopped" he raised his voice and marched towards the door

"No, don't" i yelled

"Someone's gotta let him know he can't keep treating you like this, you deserve so much more"

"He'll hurt you" I grabbed his wrist

"And I don't really care" he pulled me along with him towards the door since I wouldn't let go.

"Please don't, I don't want you hurt because of me" I cried and he couldn't stand seeing me cry, I could tell by the way his posture changed and how the look in his eyes went from angry to sorry.

He pulled me into a hug, "fine just please stop crying" he whispered, stroking my hair.

He just holds me for a minute till I calm down, "I soaked your shirt" I sniffle.

"You have to leave him jazzy it's not safe for you in your own home" he ignores me

"I've tried before but he won't let me, that's what this bruise is from. I told him to leave and never come back and he got mad" I move my hair so he can see it better.

"We can call the police everything will be fine" his voice is calming.

"But what if it's not" I wipe my tears

"Then I've got you I won't let him hurt you again"

"Thank you" I whispered

He dialed the police

"You can stay with me tonight" he says after talking on the phone.

"Thank you again for everything ant I don't know what I would do without you" he kissed the top of my head and we went to his apartment together.