SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 51 ~ "Please...stop!"

JEN

My legs are still trembling when I step out of the shower, not to mention the dull ache residing between my legs. It was all worth it. I'm exhausted, but smiling. He always knows exactly how to put a smile on my face. I'm pretty sure at this point that I'm the luckiest girl in the world and that my fiancé is the most beautiful man to have ever existed.
I wonder briefly whether sex is like this for everyone. I wouldn't think so.
I'm confused as to why women complain about sex. Saying it's all their husband/boyfriend wants. Fuck, I'd live just for the sex, but only with J. The connection we have is indescribable. How I can cum on his command. I am insanely in love with my best friend, and I wouldn't change anything of the last fourteen years. Especially the last fifteen months or so.

I drop my wet towel on the bathroom floor and wander to the bedroom, eventually pulling out some of Justins sweatpants and the tshirt he had on earlier today. It smells like him, and I inhale it then moan a little. Best scent in the world.
I slowly wobble downstairs and giggle at the fact my legs are completely fucked. I take care in my steps, praying they don't give out beneath me. When I reach the bottom I feel accomplished, and then laugh to myself at the fact that I do so.
You know you've been fucked into oblivion when you have to concentrate on every step you take. To be honest, I'm not sure Justin would have it any other way. If he could see that I had no trouble walking afterwards, he'd probably tackle me down for another round.
I get to the kitchen and start setting up the table for dinner, thinking over what's just taken place in the last three hours or so.
I look at the clock to realize its already 8.30, and wonder what the hold up with dinner is.
I Place a bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the table before opening the front door.
I see Justin sitting on the front steps.
The moonlight shines down on his bare back, and as usual, he looks beyond beautiful.
"What ya doing baby? Is dinner not here yet?" I ask, peering towards the street.
When it goes unanswered, I take a few steps towards him.
"J?" I frown.
Its as though he hasn't even noticed me standing here.
"Are you okay? What's that?" I ask, signaling to whatever he's staring down at in his hands.
He turns around now, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Shit Justin, what's wrong?" I ask, immediately going to him.
He stands, just before I reach him and stares into my eyes for what feels like hours, the saddest expression upon his handsome face.
I reach up to wipe his tears but he grasps my wrist roughly, almost painfully, and pushes it back down to my side.
I frown up at him, and notice a set of headlights appear in the driveway.
I watch Justin as he walks towards the car, pays for our Chinese, and then walks back towards me.
I then watch him lift the lid on the outdoor bin, drop our dinner in there and walk straight past me and through the front door.
I turn and follow, wondering what the fuck has happened in the last half an hour for him to be this way.
"Justin?" I ask again, but he's nowhere downstairs.
I walk upstairs, hearing some banging around, and walk into our bedroom to find my suitcase thrown on the floor.
My stomach lurches.
"What's going on?" I ask quietly.
He walks out of the walk in robe and dumps armfuls of my clothes into the suitcase before disappearing into the wardrobe again.
I follow him this time and try and grab hold of an arm, but he swings his arm back at my touch and I stumble backwards.
I bang my head against the edge of the door, and slump down to the ground. He doesn't blink an eye, he doesn't even turn his head my way. He just continues ripping my clothes from hangers and piling them over his arm.
"Justin, what the fuck is going on? Are we going somewhere?" I ask, my hand disappearing into my hair only to feel moisture rest upon my fingertips.
"Ha! Im not, you are."
What...the...fuck?
"I...I don't understand." I whisper, my head spinning a little. I'm not sure whether its from the impact or from the sudden change in his mood.
"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND?" He turns to me, his eyes completely black, eyes rimmed with red although his tears have now stopped. His fists are clenched at his sides and he's trembling.
"J..." I sob, the tears spilling over from fear.
I've never seen him like this before.
He throws my clothes in the direction of the suitcase, carelessly kicking a few items that fell short. He reaches into his back pocket and throws something down into my lap.
It's a photo.
I look at it frowning, and then wince as a pain shoots from the back of my head and down my neck.
"What is this?" I ask him, absolutely oblivious to what I'm seeing.
"Gee, I don't fucking know, genius!" He spits sarcastically down at me with absolute hatred.
I'm confused.
What does this have to do with me?! I blink a few times trying to clear the tears from my eyes. My vision is still hazy, and I soon realize it's from the impact to my head. As soon as I realize how sore my head is, the intense need to vomit overwhelms me.
I pull my hand from the back of my head to see blood covering it completely.
Shit.
Justins eyes widen as he looks at my hand, before he recovers and looks back into my eyes.
"I don't understand..." I mumble, before clamping my hand over my mouth.
I gag on vomit and my throat burns as I swallow the bile back down.
"Really though? Cos you're looking guilty as fuck right now." Justin says.
"I don't even know what you're talking about!!" I scream back, lifting myself to my feet and leaning against the wall to hold myself steady.
Justin rips the photo from my hand and holds it up flush against my nose. Too close to focus on of course.
"Is this you? Is that your fucking dress? Is that not Jason fucking playing with your cunt?!" He yells louder than I've ever heard.
Even louder than when he beat the absolute shit out of my ex for trying to rape me.
Sobs escape and I feel breathless. I'm trying desperately to make sense of it all and I can't.
"I...I don't know what..."
Justins fist slams through the wall inches from my face. The sound so close to my head makes me jump and I fall to my knees and sob harder.
"Please...stop...you're scaring me."
He drops to the floor in front of me and grasps my face in his hands.
"Why would you do this? It was so perfect! Why would you fuck it up? Why would you do this to me?" He's sobbing too now, staring into my eyes.
"I don't know what that is Justin! I promise you." Each word comes out as a frantic sob.
I don't understand. I don't know what that is! I know the dress and I know...
what the fuck is going on?!
"Please don't lie Jen, you're making it even worse! Tell me the truth right now Jen...you have one chance." He pleads in a whisper, his lips resting against my forehead.
We'll work out what the fuck this is. We'll do it together. We've been through worse right?! We're unbreakable. I only said it an hour or so ago.
"I don't know what happened..." I whisper in reply, bringing my hands up to hold his against my face.
He rips his hands away from beneath mine and I feel our aura completely vanish, and it's only then that I realize.
I've lost him.
He is no longer mine and I am no longer his.
He stands up and I watch as he pulls drawers out and tips my underwear into my suitcase.
I stand again and stumble my way over towards him.
I'm seeing stars now and something isn't right. Who am I kidding?! Nothing is right.
"J please...I don't know what that is! I did nothing wrong!"
He turns and looks at me with pure hatred in his eyes. They're darker than I ever thought was possible.
"His hand is up your fucking dress! You're standing there like a fucking slut, letting him feel you up! Who knows where it fucking stopped!" He screams, and suddenly I'm up against the wall, the full pressure of his body pressing against mine.
My airways are cut off. It's a struggle to breathe.
"He's playing with your pussy, the fuck you mean you did nothing wrong?!"
"Please...I...cant..." the air rushes back into my lungs and its only now that I realize he'd had his forearm digging in below my ribs.
He takes a step back and I watch helplessly as tears roll down his face.
What am I meant to say?! As far as he's concerned, the evidence is in his hand.
So why the fuck can't I remember this happening?!
"You think when I said 'forever', it meant you could go and fuck other guys?"
It's a question. He wants me to answer, but he's now a blur disappearing.
I don't feel so good.
I want to tell him that something is seriously wrong, but I can't. Nothing will come out.
I feel myself slide down the wall a little before I'm pulled up by the top of my arm. His hand is tight, I want to tell him it hurts.
We're walking. Actually, I'm sure its not a walk. I feel like I'm being dragged along at high speeds and my vision can't keep up.
I'm going to vomit.
My back gets pressed against something solid, and fingers run down my wet cheeks.
"I love you. I love you so fucking much. I don't know how to live without you." He whispers, his trembling lips barely touching my own.
I'm pulled forward a little, and then I feel a rush of cold air.
I barely notice my suitcase get thrown, all its contents spilling onto the front lawn.
Suddenly I'm cold. Freezing fucking cold.
He's gone. I can't feel him.
I fall to the ground, my legs not capable of baring my weight any longer.

JUSTIN

"Ryan. Jen is out the front. You need to pick her up. I think she banged her head. It looked pretty bad..."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Pick her up Ryan, please!" I sob into the phone.
"Justin, what the fuck is going on?"
"I don't want to see her ever again." I press end, then throw my phone against the brickwork around the fireplace. The cracked screen fades to black.
There's soft knocking on the door and I turn and open it.
"Please..." she begs.
She fucking begs, when the evidence is right fucking there.
She's blurry due to the tears that are flooding my eyes.
"Justin, you know I wouldn't do that!" It's broken sobs and she gasps for a breath.
I shake my head.
"It's right fucking there! Was he good Jen? Was he fucking worth it?"
She's frantically shaking her head, "I didn't...I cant even remember that happening..."
"If I'd have known I could go out and fuck anyone I wanted and then claim it was okay cos I was drunk and couldn't remember...I would have done it a long time ago." I yell, getting right in her face. She's shaking. Her whole body is shaking, and then I see her eyes roll back a little.
I reach for her arm, holding her upright.
Headlights come speeding around the corner then into the driveway. Ryan is out of the car within the same second.
"Guys, what the fuck is going on?" He asks.
"Ry, please! Please make him understand!" She turns to Ryan in desperation.
"Don't fucking try and get him on your side! Ryan's never liked whores."
"Justin!!!" Ryan yells at me and I shake my head. He really had no idea.
"Get her the fuck outta here and don't ever bring her back." I tell him.
Jen rushes forward and grasps my shirt. "Don't do this Justin, please! You know me! You fucking know me!" She sobs, holding tightly onto my shirt.
I cry with her.
"Fuck Jen, your head!" Ryan rushes up beside her before looking at me with a look of pure disgust.
"She needs the hospital." I mumble, giving in to temptation and wrapping my arms tightly around Jen. Just one last time.
"I'm not leaving until we talk!" She lifts her face and looks at me.
"There's really nothing to talk about baby. We're done." I whisper against her forehead.
"No! Justin, don't say that! Please!! Fuck..."
I give Ryan a nod and he grabs her from behind, but she doesn't let me go.
"Stop Jen, you need to go to the hospital!" Ryan says, dragging her to the car.
She kicks and screams, and it breaks my heart. Fuck no, she broke it the second I saw the photo.
I watch Ryan struggle, trying to get her in the car as she continues to fight him off, sobbing and screaming for me the entire time.
Slow tears drop down my face now. It hurts. My chest feels like it's on fire. It's burning.
Suddenly she stops. She goes limp in Ryan's arms, but it takes me a minute to process what's going on.
"Fuck Justin!!!! Fuck!! Call a fucking ambulance!!" Ryan screams at me, as he slowly lowers them both to the ground beside his car.
"Justin! Call a fucking ambulance Justin, NOW!!!!"
It doesn't register until he screams it.
He's on the ground now, holding Jen in his arms and gently rocking her back and forth, whispering words to convince her to wake up.

Shit!