Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Chapter Thirty-Eight

"Jamie," Ben says with a smile on his face as I stand there, the door still open in my hand as I stare at him wide eyed and in a state of shock.

"Wh-what are you doing here?..." I stutter as I look at him confused, moving si as to block the entrance as much as possible.

"I thought you might be back in town with Lisa's wedding being tomorrow...I wanted to come talk," he says with a smile on his face as though this isn't the most bizarre thing in the world. I just shake my head and begin to close the door on him, wanting to finally shut him out of my life forever as though that might be possible. His hand stops the door from closing as he puts his body over the threshold and pushes it open, walking straight past me and into our flat causing my mouth to drop open at the audacity of his actions as I turn to look at him standing in our hallway, the door falling shut from my shock. "The time for talking was months ago, when I started my job and instead you dumped me within minutes of me landing in Monaco and I have to say that you doing that is the best thing that has ever happened to me in the last five years! Now leave - Lisa is getting married tomorrow and you are not ruining this for me."

"I wanted to see what the plans were," he says nonchalantly as he looks around the flat before walking further in, frowning at it which was understandable because it hardly looked like our place anymore.

"What plans?" I ask flabbergasted as I watch him cautiously, hyper aware of everything around us and more specifically - hyper aware of the people in the flat.

"The wedding..." he says as though it's obvious and I feel my heart plummet as my hands start shaking.

"What...why...you don't seriously think you're still coming?" I ask him amazed as I look around us as though trying to clarify that I hadn't been teleported back in time by six months before he can even respond. "You really think that after all the fucking cyber stalking and harassing me when I came home last time you could just rock up and go with me to my sisters wedding? Are you actually insane?" I hissed at him, my arms flying all over the place as the anger and nerves took over. I was fighting every bone in my body to not go and slap the shit out of him, aware that it wouldn't end well for me at all.

It seems I hit a nerve as my anger triggers his and his face goes bright red as his jaw tenses, a sign I instantly recognise and take a step back. "Look, I am trying really hard here..." he says through gritted teeth and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not asking you to fucking try you genuine psychopath! I don't want you here!" I yell back at him as I take steps away from him, my heart beating from the look in his eyes as I try to figure out what to do next. Lisa is here but I don't want to involve her the night before her wedding. I realised when I got the door that Chiara must have left to go back to her hotel for the night and - oh shit! Pierre is still in my room. "You need to leave right now!" I tell him before he can get another word in edge ways, glaring at him as I leaned against the kitchen cabinets and watched him glare back at me.

"No way in hell. I've made the effort to come all the way over here, you are going to talk to me! I deserve that at the very least!" He yells back as he slams his hand down on the counter top and my heart hammers against my chest as I flinch, pressing further back into the cabinets as he walks towards me.

"I don't want you to be here..." I whisper as he stands in front of me.

"I don't care what you want, this is my home too," he hisses as he walks up to me.

"No it's not," I say quietly as he stops in front of me and I smell the alcohol on his breath, getting awful flashbacks to the last time we were in this situation as he grabs my arm tightly in his hand. "Ben...please leave...I-I don't want you here. I don't want to see you again," I plead with him, trying not to fall back into the situation of last time where I let him say whatever he wanted. I didn't want to lose my power but all I could do was focus on how I couldn't feel my fingers anymore. I couldn't feel my legs - I felt totally out of touch from what was going on around me, feeling more as though I was watching the whole scene play out from a third person perspective.