We sit in the car for a bit, enjoying the calm.
"I'm so sorry Ellie, I will do better."
I nod, "thank you."
He scrunches my hair inbetween his fingers, massaging my head gently.
I tilt my head back slightly, enjoying the feeling.
"You like that, huh?"
I nod again.
He moves his hand to my cheek and gently caresses it.
"You really are gorgeous, and you're mine."
I blush.
"Can you say it? You're mine?"
"I'm yours."
He smirks, "yeah you are."
He leans over and kisses me.
"I'm never going to get tired of that feeling." He states after pulling back away.
"Me neither," I grab his hand and hold it gently.
He smiles fully this time, he glows when he really smiles.
I smile back, my cheeks heating up.
He wraps an arm around the back of my waist and the other over my tummy.
I sink down into my hoodie and rest my head on his steady chest.
"You're safe. If Brett even looks at you he's dead. I know I said you'd be on your own next time, when I was mad. But even if you'd turned me down I still wouldn't have let him go near you."
Jimmy starts to ramble, nervously.
"I know," I cut off his rambling.
"I want to be better than he was. I don't want to fuck this up again..."
"Jimmy, you're trying, that already is so much more than he ever gave to me."
"And I genuinely feel bad after I get out of hand."
"Exactly, I know you aren't giving me empty apologies."
He smiles and nods.
"Lets go home."
He suggests.
"Yeah sure."
I sigh as he starts the car.
How am I going to explain this to Mike?
"Whats wrong sweetheart?"
"Nothing, I just.. I'm worried about going home."
"Why?"
"I'll have to tell Mike."
"Gotcha, it'll be okay."
I nod.
He reaches over and runs his thumb along my cheek.
"Hey."
I look at him.
"It'll be okay, I promise."
"Okay." I force a smile.
He kisses my forehead and drives off.
We walk in the house and Jimmy calls for Mike.
"Hey!" I glare at him, "I wasn't ready."
"If you don't do it now, you won't be able to."
I look at him, he's right.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
Mike comes down, "what's up?"
Jimmy looks at me.
"I-" I freeze up and my stomach churns, "I think I'm gonna be sick-" I bolt upstairs into the bathroom and empty my stomach.
I sit on the floor after and bawl.
"Ellie?" Mike leans against the doorframe.
"Yeah?" I quickly grab toilet paper and wipe my face.
"Are you okay?"
I shake my head, "I'm so sorry, like so so sorry."
He looks at me, confused and sits beside me.
"Im with Jimmy." I choke the words out, like Im spitting up poison.
The blood drains from his face, "are you fucking kidding me!?"
He pushes himself off the floor.
I shake my head.
"I'm sorry," I repeat weakly.
"Really!?" He slams his hand on the doorframe and storms away angrily.
