Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

30. Tainted

(♡-Hi, The saga continues! I really wanted to incorporate more interactions between all the characters to make it more realistic. Please remember this story is a love story about Timothée and Amelia's characters but Jacob is a big main character because there still is a love triangle aspect to this story. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I love all your feedback so keep it coming ♡- )

When Timothée left the room it starts to feels like floor is disintegrating beneath me.

I shouldn't have sought after revenge, but I can't help it.When he hurts me, he brings out something tainted deep from inside of me.

Julia and Jessica glance at each other, before walking over in separate directions silently.
I wonder what they both are thinking about the blood bath that they just witnessed.

"When are you and Timothée going to grow up?" Elle whispers from the floor, as Jacob sits next to her, hanging his his head back to stop the blood. The tissue in his hand is bright red and completely drenched.

"Elle..what happened tonight wasn't my fault!"

"No Amelia you're just as much as fault as him. When are the games between you two going to stop? It's dangerous to play with fire..you'll get hurt." Elle's round blue eyes gaze into mine, with frustration.

I cross my arms into my chest, as if I'm holding myself for some comfort.Elle lifts her body off of the floor and walks out,closing the door behind her gently.

Jacob is staring at me. Even bloody and mangled. He's still pretty cute.

"Sorry about your nose." I mumble.

"It was worth it." He tries to smile, but can't help but wince in pain.

Then suddenly, for reasons confusing even to me, my eyes start to well up with tears.

"Mia.."Jacob notices standing up and pulls me to him, "Don't cry. It wasn't your fault.  Timothée is fucking mentally deranged." His puts his hand on my back, holding me tighter.

I let him hug me for a little while,trying just to focus on the sound of his breathing to calm myself down.The heat of his body feels consoling on top of mine.

The following morning I wake up to a ton of noise coming from the kitchen.Jacobs asleep beside me with his back to me. We were so exhausted last night,unsurprisingly,so falling asleep came easier than I thought. That didn't stop the tossing and turning throughout the night.

I can't help it.

Thoughts of Timothée and Jessica together make me want to vomit.

I creak the door open,trying hard not to wake Jacob. He got punched in the face super badly last night. He should rest.

I take small steps to the kitchen, and the chatter seems to die down once everyone sees me.
Julia is making eggs, and Elle is next to Cory and Tania eating Oatmeal.Elle looks up at me for a second, before looking back down in her bowl, twirling her spoon in it.

I move my eyes in the other direction and I see Timothée. He is sitting on a stool, his right eye is blue and Jessica is there..icing it for him.He captures my eyes on them with his eyes looking extra green this morning, somehow.He just stares at me, and it feels so harsh like pricking a wound.

The way Jessica holds the ice pack to Timothée's eye attentively makes my stomach feel upset.
Jessica turns around, her wavy dirty blonde hair moving with her when she observes Timothée looking away from her and at me.

"Can I talk to you?" She gets up and asks me anxiously.

"Sure." I purse my lips.

Is she going to confront me about Timothée? Did he tell her about us?I glance at Timothée one last time. He shifts his head from me to the floor. Something feels..off.