Possibilities

・☆《Part Eighty-Five》☆・

"This is the best day ever," said Briella, over flowing with happiness. "First, Renna punches that asswipe, then, you guys are engaged, now I'm a bridesmaid."

Jensen took a sip of his water. "What about you, Bri? Any exciting news from you?"

"I wish. My biggest news is I met up with Lisa last night."

Renna gave a questioning look and searched her brain for someone she knew with that name. "Who's Lisa?"

"The girl from the club."

"Ohh," Jada said with realisation. "But I thought you said you didn't like her."

"I said the date was terrible," she answered with a cheeky smile. "Which it was. But that doesn't mean the sex is."

"Oh my goodness." Jada slapped her hand to her forehead, smiling.

"What?"" Briella shrugged her arms up. "I was bored, and horny, and I still had her number."

The boys chuckled. Renna looked away, wishing she didn't hear that.

Jada shushed her in the middle of a laugh, telling Briella to lower her all too confident voice.

"What? Are you ashamed of two girls together?" Briella joked to Jada.

Jada discreetly gestured to behind Renna and said, "There are kids at that table."

Briella looked. "Oh they're fine." She swatted her hand towards the kids. "They're not listening."

Renna glanced over her shoulder to see the two young kids and their parents. The older sister fought to keep her baby brother's hand away from her chicken nuggets while the mum and dad focused on their conversation.

She remained zoned out as the sex talk continued in hushed voices. The two girls sat close, and the boys leaned in to hear what was being said. Renna sat back in her chair, arms crossed, looking around the restaurant.

Her eyes landed on a couple off to the side of them. I wonder what their story is. Smiling. Holding hands across the table. They look happy. Clearly in love. He watched her as she talked; listening closely.

She's pretty. Wearing a simple black top with loose white pants. Simple but lovely.

I think I own the same pants. She looks better than I—

A pang of pain struck her heart. The same ones I wore that dreadful night. And a black top too. I need to throw them out when I get home. I can't bring myself to look at them again, let alone wear them after what happened.

I should have worn something different that night. Something tighter. Made it harder to take off me. Would that have made a difference?

Maybe something less appealing. Ugly clothes. But I couldn't have known. And he probably would have done it anyway, no matter my clothes.

No, he definitely would have. Whatever I wore, he knew what he wanted.

Her heart pounded against her ribs; echoing throughout her body. I should have said no. Why did I let it happen? I should have run. I didn't—

Jensen's arm snaked around her, resting on the back of her chair. She took her eyes from the couple to look at him as he leaned in towards her.

In a soft whisper, too quiet for anyone else to hear, he asked, "You alright?"

She nodded, giving a small smile and blinking the moisture away from her eyes, taking a deep breath in.

His other hand reached across himself to rest on her knee. "You're safe. You're here with me. It's okay."

Her smile grew. She leaned into him, and his hand behind her moved to her shoulder to pull her into him.

Thank god I have him to pull me back from my nightmares.

Their food arrived, carried by two servers on black trays balanced on their shoulders. While they ate, the conversations came to an end. They stuffed their mouths. Cutlery clattered against the plates. Chatter around them.

Renna really enjoyed the crumbed chicken and salad. Delicate. Melt-in-your-mouth meat. Juicy. Fresh veggies. Her hunger had her scarfing down half her meal in minutes.

She she didn't struggle too much with her injured hand, and while she chewed, she stared at the bandage. I wonder how Levi's face is feeling today. She grinned, hoping it hurt.

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