Undiscovered - a Jortini story

5. I need you

Tini POV

?: well well Tinita. Long time no see...

I stood there in total shock as Jorge's grip around my hand got tighter. He was here, again.

Tini: What are you doing here Peter. (I said, full of anger)

Peter: i just came to say hello, you left Miami without saying goodbye honey.

He caressed my cheek, urgh, his troll-like hands touching me. Gross. I slapped them away, taking a step back, still holding Jorge's hand.

Tini: Go. Away. (I gritted through my teeth)

Peter: (glanced at my hand holding Jorge's) aww, Tini! You found a boyfriend. Good for you, but you didn't break up with me remember. We are technically still together.

Peter grabbed my other hand and squeezed it as i screamed.

Tini: let go of me you son of a bitch.

Peter: No. You're coming with me babe.

Jorge: (pulled me aside) she said, let go.

Peter: oh and you honestly think i'm gonna listen to some 'boyfriend'.

Jorge: i'm not her boyfriend. I'm her best friend, and as her best friend, it's my job to protect her from fucking shit heads, like yourself.

Peter: fucking shit head. Oh really now. (He walked up to Jorge) you have no idea what i can do to you alright. So i suggest that you just run along now. (Peter grabbed my arm, again)

Jorge: no. (This time Jorge grabbed my arm.)

Tini: Jorge, he's not worth it. I don't want you getting into any sort of trouble because of me. He is dangerous and trust me, i know he is. Please, please don't get into any trouble with him. Just give me to him.

Peter: (claps 'sarcastically' not sure if that's a real thing but...) little lady has learnt something. Good girl. Now, 'Jorge' you heard the girl. Give her to me.

Jorge: no. Tini, i'm not giving up on you.

Tini: please, please Jorge. You seriously don't know what you're getting into. Just give me to him and you'll be safe.

Jorge: i don't care. I'm going to protect you no matter what.

Peter: aw, how romantic (he said sarcastically)

Tini: give it a rest Peter. What more do you want from me. You already took everything.

Peter: ha. Do you remember the final thing that you 'gave' me?

Tini: unfortunately, yes.

Peter: yeah, well i want that again. But this time, there will be more guests around.

Tini: Please, please not again. (I started crying) don't you think you've already tortured me enough.

Peter: well, when you put it like that... No.

Tini: you're a monster you know that. Leave me alone, this time you will get into even more trouble. You'll regret everything that you've ever done to me and my family.

Peter: oh will i now? What family?

Tini: yes you will you piece of shit! Wait. Peter. What did you do, you fucking twat!! (I screamed)

Peter: first, let's get out of this place.

We walked over to the corner, me still gripping onto Jorge's arm.

Peter: well this is cosy. And, what did i do? Hmm, i can't remember (he said innocently)

Tini: i'm not fucking playing around you shit head. Now tell me what you did to my father.

Peter: you know, i would explain it, but i think it's better if you see for yourself babe.

He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and turned it onto videos. He clicked play on one of the videos regarding my father.
The video was mentally scaring. My own father. Being beaten up. By Peter and his men. He was bleeding from head to toe. Every bruise, every cut and the last gunshot. It was like a million knives had just cut my heart to pieces. He was the last person that truly loved me. Now, he's gone. Forever.
This time the real tears started flowing out of my eyes. Every tear drop was a piece of my heart being crushed. I couldn't say anything. I had no strength. No energy. No will. I fell to the floor and cried. That's all i could do now. I felt Jorge come and sit next to me, he pulled me in for one of his signature hugs. I heard Peter laugh and walk away. This was it. Was this really how my family had to end?

Jorge: Tini, Tini, please don't cry.

Tini: i-i can't stop. T-this is all i can do now. I hate everything. I hate this fucked up world. Nothing and i mean nothing had ever gone right for me. What is the point in me living? I mean, no one who loves me is there anymore. It's not like anyone is going to cry over my dead body. And i am certainly not going to miss being alive. Every night i cry myself to sleep. I have been emotionally scared for life. I can't live like this anymore. I just can't.

I pulled my hair so hard out of frustration, sadness, confusion. I felt the touch of two strong hands bringing them down and wrapping them around what i assume is Jorge's waist.

Jorge: please Tini. Don't ever say that. You have a whole, bright future ahead of you. Whatever happens, happens for a reason. Life is an amazing thing and it is different for each and every person in this world. You have so many fantastic qualities within you. Please, i can't afford to loose you too. I need you Tini.

I need you Tini. I need you Tini. Those four words have just resurrected my thoughts of living. No one has ever said that to me before. Maybe he's right. Maybe the future is bright for me.

Tini: Jorge? (i looked up into his eyes)

Jorge: Yes princess?

Tini: you won't leave me right?

Jorge: Never.

He pulled me back into a hug and kissed the top of my head. I don't know what is happening to me. I haven't felt this for years and years. My heart is growing back with every word that comes out of his mouth. What is this feeling inside of me?

Well, thank you for reading everyone! Again, sorry for any spelling mistakes or anything! And if it's boring :/