The Right Place - Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

THE TRUTH

y/n POV.

A few days had passed and I hadn't spoken to Jenna. I wasn't even sure if she was still here. It's hard to be honest about the things i've done. i'm not proud of it. I don't want her to know about that part of my life. but she got too involved with everything that I cant not tell her. I have to come clean and i owe that to her. I've locked myself in this hotel room ever since coming back from the hospital and it made me feel like shit. After everything she went through to save my life, I was an ass to her. I felt so guilty and defeated in that moment that I just lashed out instead of fully talking about it. So after showering for the day and putting some clean clothes on, I located my phone and decided to text her.

To: Jenna

Are you still in Paris? If the answer is yes, and you're not busy. Come to my hotel room... please.

An hour escaped me and I still hadn't heard anything. Cleaning up my miserable state to pass the time it was as I was closing my suitcase I heard a faint knock on the door. Right on midday. Upon opening it, I took the time to take her in. Dark blue jeans, a blue ribbed long sleeve shirt layered with a pink bomber jacket. God she's so beautiful. She offers me a small smile and I step back allowing her to come into my room. Closing the door behind her, I sigh and notice she hasn't taken a seat. Rightfully so, she's probably hurt after how I acted. She leant slightly against the table by the bay window. I  wanted to be close to her, but not too close so i took my place, leaning on the wall a few feet from her.

"I want to talk" I blurt out. Her eyes on mine but I'm unable to read the emotion. Her arms folded across her chest and her lips tight as she waits to listen.

She deserves the whole story.

"When I was 17, I first met Dylan. It was right after my grandparents died. So I was fragile. He offered me drugs, and continued to supply me with them, he became one of my closest friends because of it. It was like that for about a year, I was using every day because I didn't want to think or feel about the big loss I endured." I lowered my gaze, my eyes on her feet as I became ashamed of the words i'm even saying. Alas, I had to continue. "On my 18th birthday, he planned a night for me. We had a camp fire at his house, all of his friends there. I didn't have anyone else. Jesy didn't know" I let out a dry chuckle "actually, i'm sure she knew, but she never questioned it and I never told her. Anyway, that night he pressured me, a lot. I got to a point where I was basically unconscious. He took me to his room and to spare you the details.. on ones I can remember.. he raped me." a sigh escaped my lips. "the next morning, I lashed out at him after id realised what happened. and we fought, physically. from that day on he vowed to ruin my life. Fast forward to London.. he showed up there. He was the one who sent me flowers. He sent me a necklace in hopes i'd have changed my mind. And then, the incident happened. Before you got there. He told me that everything was a lie. He knew i'd studied journalism, he knew the company I applied too. So he bought out Monroe. He bought the company off Leigh. And he persuaded her with lots of money i'm sure, to ruin me. All he wanted was to make me think i was on the right path. That he was out of my life. When in reality, he knew everything, it was all planned. And he built me up, just to tear me down. They targeted me at my most vulnerable." my eyes lift to look back up to her. "and that was when everything happened with you. they saw an opportunity to take away the best thing that's ever happened to me. Leigh persuaded whoever on your side with a lot of money, to set up you and Percy because Dylan was still in love with me, so if he couldn't have me. No one could. I think that pretty much covers it. oh, and now i'm no longer employed" I let out another dry chuckle trying to play it off.

"that's a lot to take in." she said and her eyes softened. Jenna dropped her crossed arms and they were now linked in front of her. "the actions from your past don't bother me. That was in the past. What does bother me is that someone thought they had the right to make your life hell when they didn't get what they wanted from you. That is so fucked up. And for everything to be controlled? The places you went, the people you interviewed, the whole company was a lie. There is so much wrong with that and i'm sorry you had to go through all of that."