[✔️]The Bad girl Or The Bestfriend?(Jenlisa)(Liskook)

Chapter Thirty Two

For a second, I feel my heart stop beating as her words register in my head, the solemn look on her face only deepening when she finally tears her eyes away from the view and turns to look at my face.

How am I supposed to react?

What am I supposed to say?

I feel my heart starting to break as het words start sinking in, the pressure on my chest rising as I look at her without blinking. A part of me wants to believe that maybe I didn't hear her right, but I know that I did. God!

When she notices that I am not going to speak, she runs a hand through her hair. I want to speak, I really do, but I don't want to say anything wrong if I cannot say anything right, so I'd rather not say anything at all.

"It started when I was around seven, I think.." she begins and I know the reason she didn't want me to turn around was because she doesn't want me to look at her while she talks, so taking a huge gulp which does nothing to ease the knot in my throat, I turn to look in front of me. The fairylights almost go unnoticed by me as I realise the darkness of the night looming over, suddenly noticing the change in mood.

I tighten my hold on her hand, conveying in some way that I was listening to her. "At first, it was a random slap because I broke a glass in the kitchen by mistake. Then, it shortened down to every week where she used to smack me around. She always had wine at dinner but that switched to bourbon soon, and Dad noticed but he had never restricted her, so he didn't tell her anything especially because she was recently fired from her job for stealing a huge amount.
"I was a kid, I didn't understand shit that was happening in the house but I thought every child was beaten up because the parents felt like they had to have some control on their kid. Dad was handling his business, it was a new budding company so he wasn't at home much. The slaps soon turned to much worse, she used her fist, and kicks as if I was the reason that everything was wrong in her life." She pinches the bridge of her nose.

I am so glad that I am not facing her right now due to the tears that are stinging my eyes. I bring our joined hands upto my mouth and press a kiss on het hand. When she said that she would rather have my situation where I didn't have a mom than her own, I didn't understand it then, but now, I do. It's fucked up in so many ways and I just want to hold her so tightly, but I know she isn't done talking.

"Every time she'll beat me up, she would immediately snap out of it and tend to my bruises like she was a caring mother, and I wanted affection, I was a kid.. so each time she said, 'I'm sorry Ruby, it wouldn't happen again.' I actually bought that bullshit, and that god awful name!" She tugs at the root of her hair.

She shifts my body a little so that my weight is now leaning on her left side while her right hand wonders into her pocket. She pulls out a cigarette pack and a lighter, and I want to object but I don't. I know it helps with stress, and even though it's toxic, that's the conversation for another time.

"Do you mind?" She asks, motioning to the cigarette that she has already lit up and I shake my head, not trusting my voice to speak.

"Anyway, one day she came home shit faced, and I knew she was out of it so I actually stayed in my room. I was already ten, by the time? I don't remember the age really, and I'd rather not actually. So, she came to my room and she was so out of it she could barely walk. I was half awake, and she started beating me up and then.." she trails off, closing her eyes as she takes a really deep drag and lets out the smoke in the air through her parted lips.

With each detail she reveals, the more I feel my heart breaking. No child deserves what she got, and the worst part was that she got it from someone who's supposed to look after you, someone who's supposed to be your care-giver.