I tried to get him inside the house without really having to break the hug, and even if I wanted to break the hug, I don't think Jensen would let me.
So I took advantage of my height and closed the door with the tip of my fingers before I grabbed both of his shoulders lightly, maybe he is willing to look at me.
I knew that it might be a bad idea to look at him, only God knows how painful it is for me to watch him in his current state.
"'M' sorry..." — It was the first thing that came out of his mouth, and honestly I had this urge to punch him. What the hell is going on inside his head for him to think that he needs to apologize for being here or even for crying.
"C'mon man... Let's get you something to drink and then, you're going to tell me what happened." — I don't know what I did to make him agree with my proposition, but he actually did, walking in the direction of the couch.
Jensen was not an easy person to talk to. Actually, he is easy to talk to, but not when he is the one going through something... he usually just shuts everyone out when something is wrong.
This time, he was the one that came to look for me when he felt the need to talk with someone, and that only made me even more nervous about what got him in this state in the first place.
"What happened to your eye?" — I handed him a cold beer and I let him take a sip of it before taking a sit next to him on the couch.
"I... can we talk about anything else?" — This is what I was expecting. He's already closing the walls around him and pushing me back... but I won't let him, not this time.
"Actually, no. You came here telling me that you needed to talk with me and I want to talk about what the hell happened with your face, so talk." — I don't often get frustrated this fast, but something about all the events of this day start to make it hard for me to control my instincts.
"Fuck..." — He stopped for a moment, his free hand run through his unshaven face before looking directly at the bottle he had in his other hand. — "Danneel did it, not on purpose obviously, and I swear it was the first time she ever did it, Jar... she was so pissed." — I tried to keep listening to whatever he was saying, but I couldn't actually process what he just told me.
"You're telling me that your wife hit you?" — I could almost feel my eyes trying to get out of my face with how much they were wide in shock. He can't be serious.
"Yeah... We were talking and out of the blue, she just snapped. We started to argue, and then she just punched me when I told her that I was coming here to talk with you for a bit." — Jensen had this thing he did whenever he was lying, he usually smiles a little when he tells someone a lie and when I saw the corner of his mouth going upwards I felt the need to throw up.
Am I such a bad best friend that I never noticed that Jensen was being somehow abused by his own wife? The women that promise to love him and respect him for the rest of her life?
Well, after what Claire found out today, I can't really stop thinking that if she's been lying to him for five years, she is capable of a lot of things.
"I'm sorry to hear that, man..." — I was trying my best to keep my mouth shut for saying something that I wasn't supposed to. I need to focus in trying to make him feel better and not throw a bomb on him. — "You can sleep in here tonight, I think neither of the girls would mind that." — I was already typing a quick text to Gen saying just that Jensen was here and was staying for the night.
"I would appreciate that man... I don't feel like going back home tonight." — Oh, how I understand him. Not that I ever went through something like this, but I just try to imagine how I would feel if I had to go back home and sleep next to a woman that just punched me in the face.
Probably Gen hasn't even seen the text I sent her, because it hasn't passed five seconds when we both heard the front door being opened.
Gen was the first one to enter the living room and I don't know how she does these things, but instead of looking surprised, she just smiled at Jensen. Probably noticing the still red color that is staining his green eyes.
Claire came right behind her, and as everyone knows, Claire is the total opposite of Gen in these situations. She just entered the living room and stopped immediately in her tracks. Her eyes dancing between me and Jensen, but as soon as she noticed the purple bruise that was starting to swell on one of his eyes, she took two steps in our direction.
"What the hell happened to your face?" — She was kneeling in front of him before anyone could really process the whole situation. She hasn't seen him in years, and somehow she acts like she still is his best friend.
"After the party I decided to go and grab a drink with some friends, but then something went wrong and when I realized what was happening I was trading some punches with a guy on the bar." — Jensen really has the ability to find a lie out of the blue and maybe Claire has learned with him how to lie so well, after all she hid pretty well Summer's real father.
"You're lying." — I swallowed dry, and I could see Jensen do the same besides me. There is no way in the world that he could fool Claire, she knows him too well. — "I don't know why you're lying, but I can see two nail scratches in your cheek, and that is not something a man would do. — She didn't even stutter while she said it, and I have to respect her even more after this.
Claire always had this feeling inside of her that something was really off about Danneel, but we always thought that she might be a little jealous because she was Jensen's girlfriend and wife.
Apparently Claire was the only one that was right in this matter, Danneel didn't fool her, she never did and Claire knows damn well who did that to Jensen.
Knowing her as I do... I think she is not going to drop this subject so soon, she is going to take the truth out of his mouth, one way or another.
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Close to not enough - Jensen Ackles Fanfic
Fanfiction"Pain is the price of love We agree to pay it whenever we open our hearts. Every hello comes with the knowledge that one day it will be a goodbye Every first kiss comes with the certainty That there will one day be a last. And yet, even thought we k...