DIRTY || JENLISA (G!P)

CHAPTER NINE

Lisa's POV

"I'm taking a new role," I tell Jennie as we're going over my Schedule for tomorrow. Things are starting to pick up, making her feel less useless. Next week all hell is going to break loose.

"That's great, Lisa," She says cheerfully. "What's the part?"

"A girl screwing around with her best friend's sister. We have to hide the affair but of course the best friend finds out and it's... It sounds dumb, but has a really good script."

"As long as it's interesting to you, that's all that matters."

"It is," I nod. I look down to see the stack of mail on the counter and pick it up to go through it. I freeze the way I do every time I get a card or letter from my mom. She knows why I'm not talking to her and I wish she would just leave me alone. Unfortunately, Jennie notices my mood shift.

"Something wrong?" she asks with Concern.

"I'm fine," I lie.

Jennie tilts her head and opens her mouth to argue, but then she shuts it again. She nods and goes back to whatever she was doing.

For the first time in a long time I decide to open the card. I have a stack of unopened letters and cards in my closet. I wasn't thinking about them when I asked Jennie to go through my clothes. Thankfully I stopped her before she found them and started asking questions.

When I pull the card out, it's a simple "Congratulations" card with pale blue and yellow water color flowers on the front. I open it and it just says she's proud of me, signed Mom at the bottom.

I sigh and put the card back in the envelope. I moved out of my mom's house when I was seventeen. I didn't know how the fuck I was going to survive on my minimum wage job, but I made it happen. I became a waiter at an upscale restaurant in northern California and as soon as I had enough money saved up I made the move to Los Angeles. I only spoke with my mother because I couldn't stop her from coming to my house. The conversation was the same every time.

"Did you leave him?"

"No."

"Call me when you do."

I would close the door and spend the next few hours a mess, drowning in Jack Daniels in my apartment.

When I moved to LA I would send her address every time I moved in hopes I would get a message one day telling me she left the fucking prick, but to this day, nothing. She chose an abusive asshole over her kids.

I'm torn from my thoughts when I feel Jennie staring at me.

"Hmm?" I hum and feel the sting in my eyes. Fuck. I'm not fucking crying over this in front of Jennie.

"Lisa, what's wrong?" Now she really looks worried.

"Nothing." I lie again.

"Lisa..." Jennie's not buying it. She comes closer and looks like she might hug me.

It wouldn't be unwelcomed. I honestly don't remember the last time I had a genuine hug from someone I consider a friend. It's happened quickly, but over the last two weeks I definitely feel like Jennie and I are friends. And fuck buddies.

"What?" I whisper without looking at her.

She sighs and wraps her arms around my waist. her head settles on my chest and she squeezes me tightly. I hug her back, squeezing her shoulders.

I don't know how long we stand there holding each other for what seems like hours when she tilts her head up to look at me. I don't know if I've been crying or not. I just feel numb. She pisses me off so fucking bad.