SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 63 ~ "You were supposed to make me a rich man!"

*IMPORTANT WARNING*
This chapter contains strong violence and sexually explicit material. If you don't think you'll be comfortable reading this, I strongly suggest that you don't. I've made it so that you can completely skip this chapter and you'll still know what's happening in the next. PLEASE take me seriously when I say this, if you have ANY issues whatsoever in reading anything containing sexual violence, then simply DONT! I have warned you, and I will not be held responsible for what you choose to read.
I love you all.

JUSTIN

Fifteen minutes later and halfway to Jen, she still hasn't answered her phone or returned a text. My heart is pounding heavily within my chest, my hands shaking as I watch the minutes tick by on the clock of the car stereo. Pulling my phone out yet again, I divide my attention between the dark roads in front of me and the bright screen of my iPhone. I scroll through the messages, wondering whether I've accidentally missed one either telling me she's going to sleep or indicating she's in any trouble. There's nothing of the sort. The last text I'd received was "I love you" with an added smiley face. There was no goodbye, in fact only a couple of texts prior, she'd said she wasn't tired at all, then thrown in that her 'va'jay'jay' was the only thing that was exhausted. I had text her back letting her know I'd kiss it better as soon as I see her next, and that I felt awful knowing she was in pain.

I thank the heavens that I'd insisted on escorting her back to the house earlier, so I now know where the hell I'm heading.

I try and call again, but it rings out.

Five minutes away now, my sweaty hands are around the steering wheel in a vice like grip, and a million and one scenarios are running through my head.
I'm praying to god that I walk in and find her peacefully fast asleep in her warm bed. In which case, I'd brush her hair to the side, kiss each eyelid, her nose, forehead, her chin and finally her lips. I'd whisper that I love her. Then I'd go home, surround myself with her intoxicating scent that I'd purposely made her cover our mattress with, happily fall asleep knowing that she's safe and wait until later in the day to tell her off for not following my rules and for driving me to insanity.

Somehow, unfortunately I know this won't be the case, thanks to the horrible feeling I have in my gut.
I contemplate calling one of the boys, but I'm not completely sure why. For someone to talk to and distract me from my thoughts for a minute?! That won't happen anyway.
Why the fuck is my head spinning with the thought 'I just got her back and now I'm going to lose her again'?!

I rub my jaw and cheekbone where an intense ache has taken place, and I assume it's due to the fact I've been clenching my jaw hard for the last 25 minutes. My eyes start to water, blurring my vision. My stomach is cramping, my back hurts, my ribs feel like they did right after I came out of the induced coma after my accident, and I'm gasping for air.

I will myself to calm the fuck down, not knowing why I'm suddenly feeling all sorts of pain. Turning onto her street, I slow the car down and attempt to see the houses properly, trying to remember which one it is. Then I see him walk out the front door of a house, talking on his phone. I speed up a little, not wanting to look suspect, and then watch in the rear view mirror as he reverses down his driveway, then speeds off in the opposite direction.

It's now been over an hour since her last text.

I spin the car around and pull up in the driveway, jumping out of the car and running to the door. I don't even think to knock. I try the handle, and it successfully opens inwards. I'm immediately taken over by a familiar smell that makes me stop dead in my tracks, as my heart completely stops beating.

JEN

*earlier*

After giving Justin a quick wave from the doorstep, I rush upstairs for a hot shower. I contemplate a bath, but decide not to, for the fact I could stay in the bath all night, and I don't trust myself in the bath with my phone. That would rule out texting Justin, and that's just not an option.