All because of us

21 part ll

Bren POV:

I didn't think I'd be feeling the way I feel so early on. To be honest, I didn't think I'd feel anything at all. That just goes to show how naive I fucking am. How can I possibly think I could never feel for the woman holding my hand at this moment?

Lexies parents just said some vial things to her. And don't even get me started on her mother. Dammit her mom is a fucking bitch. I don't call women derogatory names ever, that's just not me. However, I won't take it back. It's the simple truth. Her mother is a fucking bitch. Luckily, Lexie looks nothing like her.

Pulling her along my side with our hands in tact, I strut through the entrance, ignoring the looks of others around us and make way to a place where it's more secluded.

I'm livid.

Way past fucking livid.

Lexie sniffles and it takes all of me to not turn around and fucking rearrange their fucking faces.

Lexie is a fucking queen. I don't understand how they can say or even remotely think otherwise.

Seeing her hurt makes my free hand crunch into a tight fist and my legs pick up their pace as I walk up a few flights of stairs and down other halls.

I don't know where the fucking I'm going but I continue walking as far as possible in this damn hotel.

Finally after reaching a more quiet area, with no one around I open a door to a vacant bathroom and saunter inside of it, locking it immediately.

Lexie takes a seat on a formal chair as I pace the bathroom trying to think of something to say.

I don't want to be intrusive or say the wrong thing. There's already damage done and I don't want to cause more.

"Bren." Lexie whisper wiping her eyes which makes me halt my steps. 

I blow out a breath I didn't know I was holding and start taking off my tie.

"Yeah?" I throw the tie on the counter and take off my suit jacket placing it on a hanger on the wall.

"Please don't be upset."

I scoff "how could I not be?" I start folding my sleeves after taking off the cuff links.

"I'm use to it it's no big deal."

"No big deal?" She nods and cleans under her eyes once more, due to her mascara.

No big deal? No big fucking deal? Is this girl out of her mind? Seriously?

I take a minute to breathe not wanting to put more to the fire and collect my thoughts.

Walking to the sink, I wash my hands thoroughly and dry them with the towels provided, basking in the quietness.

"It's a big deal to me Lex. It's a big deal to anyone who fucking cares about you." I cross my arms and lean against the counter crossing one foot over the other. "Besides I'm more than just upset. Don't invalidate your feelings or try to justify their actions. They matter, you matter." I emphasize on you, so she can realize she doesn't need these shitty people.

She's got family back at home. This isn't a damn home.

She's got me dammit.

"Bren, stop." Her bottom lip quivers and the sight pains me.

"No." I shake my head. "No." I tell her sternly. "You matter, tell me that."

"I-I can't." She shakes her head biting her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying more.