Twisted Truth

Chapter Sixteen

ADDIE

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why today of all days does this need to happen. I cannot deal with the appointment from hell doubled with bumping into my best friend who potentially hates me. Add that to the fact I've just walked out of said appointment and now have no way of getting home. Fan fucking tastic.

"Oh my god it is actually you! I thought you were dead!" Jess wails throwing her arms around me. I can feel the moisture of her tears on my neck. Really not the reaction I was expecting. I cautiously wrap my arms around her to return the hug. The act alone has her nearly buckling.

"Shh it's okay Jess, it's me I'm fine." I coo into her ear, feeling extremely guilty for not contacting her sooner. She really is a huge part of my life.

"What happened!? I came to apologise and your apartment block had been burnt down. When I went to the police they had no record of an Addie Jones! Who the hell are you?" Jess is all but screaming at me. I notice that we are in a very public place and this conversation should be had in private. I go to take her arm but she snatches it away looking almost afraid of me.

"Jess... let's talk somewhere more private please." I all but beg. The watching eyes has my anxiety lifting. We really need to get somewhere more private.

"Please." I all but beg.

"No you are a fucking liar! I don't know who the fuck you are!" She screams before I feel a sharp smack, it's only then I realise she slapped me. I did deserve that, I'd let her give me a beating if it made both of us feel any better.

She goes to slap me again, I fully ready to accept another one when a tattooed hand stops her. I suck in a breath through my teeth as my eyes land on the owner of the hand. Bruno stands in between the pair of us, eyes narrowed at my very upset best friend.

"I suggest you rethink your next move sweetheart. Wouldn't want you to loose a hand now." His tone calm but the threat clear.

"Bruno." I warn, silently demanding that he let's her go. The fear clear in her eyes. I know Bruno isn't hurting her, his grip nothing more than a barrier. It's more having a strange man restraining her thats the scary part.

"Get your hands off me! Who are you anyway? Addie get this man to fuck off!" Jess is now in full panic mode. Passers by staring as they walk past us in the street. Why did she have to be walking down this particular street.

"Bruno enough let her go. I am really sorry Jess, I'll text you and if you feel comfortable enough, message me back but if not I completely understand." I say sincerely before glaring at Bruno. "Let's go Bruno." I grit out pushing him away from a very upset looking Jess.

I storm over to his car pissed off that he got involved in the first place. Men thinking they need to throw their weight around because they have a pair of balls. Totally and utterly ridiculous. I'm livid at this whole fucking farse of a day. I slam the car door shut in sheer anger.

Then I think, no I'm not getting in the bloody car. I'm so sick and tired of being chauffeured around like some child. How is it that the men in my life feel like they can dictate how my life should go. No, not anymore

"I'm not getting in the car." I state turning away from the vehicle.

"What!? Why!?"

"Don't follow me. I mean it Bruno!" I call back before stalking down the street. Needing some fresh air and space. Space from every single one of them.

I have come to realise I have no friends. No girly friends that I can hang out with, go out for meals with or just chat too. I only had one of them and I fucked that up too. I'm surrounded by testosterone and it's suffocating. It needs to change. I need to find proper friends and try make up with the one I already have.