After sitting Libby in front of the TV, I went into the dining room where Ryan was sat. I sat across from and rested my hands on the table.
"I was downstairs getting busy." He raised an eyebrow giving me the idea of what exactly he was doing. "Suddenly Jeordie came down holding you and you were alive and well but you were unconscious. We were about to take you to your room but your boyfriend came for you. He shoved me out the way and I passed out."
Jordan was here?
"Okay... any ideas who attacked me?" I asked, unsure of what to say.
"Your boyfriend." Ryan said.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah. He came from upstairs going for you." Ryan said. "I would call the police but you'd be charged for underage drinking."
This was getting out of hand. Jordan was coming for me constantly but he'd never attacked me in that way before. I needed to get away from him. The abuse Jordan gave me was unbearable since I'd moved to America. I got texts from him on a daily basis and it was scaring me. He was attacking the people I cared about and that was out of order.
Pulling out my phone I texted Jordan, Stay away from me.
I instantly regretted it when minuted later I received a reply, Why baby?
You've stalked me across the world, you've beaten me up twice, you cheat on me, you ruin my life. Stay out of it or I'll call the police.
Baby you know I do it all to protect you. I love you so much. Don't do this to me.
I stopped replying. I couldn't believe I loved such a repulsive man.
Baby please don't leave me Jordan begged.
I turned my phone off.
"I'm not going back to him this time." I sighed.
"Try not to, if he comes here I'll call the cops." Ryan nodded
"We still need to tidy, Georgia and dad come home soon." I sighed standing up.
Going to my room I walked in on Taylor getting changed, her naked back was facing me. "Sorry, I'll come back later." I said backing out the room.
"Don't bother, I need to borrow some clothes anyway, what can I borrow?" Taylor asked as she tied her hair up.
"Uh... I've got band tees and jeans?" I shrugged uneasily. I never felt comfortable when someones naked.
"Sure, that would be great, thanks." She turned to me smiling. Only wearing a small thong.
I kept my head down and walked over to the wardrobe, taking out a Pierce The Veil top and black jeans I handed her them while trying to avoid looking at her.
"You can look at me, you know." Taylor smirked.
"Sorry, I'm just not used to this sort of situation." I shrugged.
I felt so awkward, I'd never been in the same room as someone who was naked. Even Jordan didn't take his shirt off when we had sex.
"It's fine if you have intimacy issues." Taylor shrugged. "Besides, you have a... truly great boyfriend." She smirked pulling my top over her head.
Intimacy issues?! I don't have intimacy issues, from where I come from its not considered normal to watch someone you've known for a week getting changed. Is that an intimacy issue? Really?
"I don't have intimacy issues." I laughed.
"Whatever." Taylor smirked.
How close Taylor was drew me closer. Her lips were close to mine. Her slender, small body brushed against mine. Suddenly Taylor pressed her lips against mine. My hands slipped around her body, pulling her in. Rolling on top of her I kissed her neck as I felt Taylors fingers run over my back beneath my top. The moment I felt her hands slide to the front of my top to my bra, my brain woke me up and I sat up quickly.
"I can't do this." I panted.
I'd never kissed a girl, only boys, only one boy other than Jordan.
I walked out the room quickly only to be met by Ryan. "Ooooh well that sounded hot." He smirked.
"Fuck off." I muttered walking off.
There was a great place in this house to blow off steam, or to take your mind off the world. Georgia's not only rich, but a fitness freak; so how fitting of her to own a personal gym. With a punch bag.
Sweat dripped off me as I thumped my fists into the punch bag, the leather gloves I used stopped the sting of the punch. Understanding my punches will never be strong enough to burst - or even move - the punch bag, I gave up. Sprinting on the treadmill with My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words singing through my ears I closed my eyes and zoned out of the world. I forgot about the abusive ex-boyfriend, the kiss, the whole fucking world. All I concentrated on was keeping my pace up and the lyrics of the song.
I turned the treadmill off to take a breather; that was when I noticed Jeordie leaning against the wall with a smug smirk on his face.
"What do you want?" I asked standing up straight.
"Just came to see if you were okay. You were a mess last time I saw you." Jeordie said looking me up and down, "You seem much better."
"You don't." I muttered. Automatically I felt guilty as Jeordie saved me last night, "Sorry, thank you for helping me out last night." I nodded.
"No problem. I still don't forgive you for calling me a drug addict." Jeordie said turning away reaching for the door handle.
"I don't forgive you for getting my boyfriend to beat me up, assuming I have a great life, walking away..." I shrugged.
"Lets just call it quits." Jeordie smirked stepping towards me. "You know, I was paid to come back here by Jordan. He wanted me to persuade you to get back with him. You deserve better than that piece of shit." He pulled his phone out of his pocket then said down it, "You heard me." Before hanging up. "He paid me to call him while you speak to me."
"Thank you." I sighed.
"I know the drugs are killing me but they're the only thing I enjoy in my life right now. I need them to get through." Jeordie said looking me in the eye. I hadn't noticed until that moment, Jeordie never looked me in the eye, he avoided eye contact.
"I've done drugs too, they're great, right?" I smiled at the realization that I'd broken down Jeordies guard. "They killed my mum. Jordan stopped me going the same way, it was harsh but he locked me in his bedroom, alone. He said I couldn't come out until he was the only drug I needed." I laughed back at the thought. Even that turned out to be about him. "Thats why I got trapped with him. Being addicted to anything can kill."
"I'm sorry I said those things earlier." Jeordie shuffled his feet.
"I just don't want to see anyone go the same way as mum." I wiped at my eyes attempting to stop the tears.
"To stop drugs..." Jeordie began, "Would I still be able to smoke my way through it?"
I'm not kissing fag breath...
"If that gets you off the drugs." I shrugged. "You can stay here if you want."
"Sure." Jeordie shrugged. "Uh... Can I just have the last bit of weed?"
