she's very pretty (jenlisa)

chapter 13

30th of october, saturday, 2015

lisa wakes up in rosie's arms, and she can tell she's cried quite a bit because she blinked and it felt like someone poured boiling water on her eyes.
it stung.

she groans, and readjusts her legs, which are equally sore from her uncomfortable position on the couch.

she can't remember much from last night, even though she didn't drink.
have you ever heard the saying "i was drunk on my own tears?"

that's how she felt last night.

lisa had knocked rapidly on rosie's door, and the brunette opened it, clearly confused at why her best friend was standing on her front porch at 11pm at night, crying like someone died.

lisa just remember collapsing into her best friend, sobbing.

last night, with bang chan had just made it worse.

"made what worse?" you may ask.

rosie sat down on her couch, pulling lisa with her. the brunette was gently rubbing the blonde's arm when she finally choked it out.

"i'm wrong. rosie, i'm wrong." the blonde said, sinking deeper into rosie's arms.

the brunette opens her mouth to say something.

"lisa, how are you wrong? what happened?" she asks nervously, tilting her head so she can see lisa's face.

"i don't feel anything. i don't like him, but i should. but i can't. i kicked him. that's how i'm wrong." the blonde says, the sobs now wracking her body.

i think i know what happened.

rosie's brain pieces things together quickly, but she doesn't say it.

the brunette sighs sadly, moving her hand further down lisa's arm to her wrist, and then she suddenly pulls away, wincing.

"hey are you okay?" rosie asks worriedly, sitting up straight and pulling lisa's arm towards her. she gasps when she sees the marks on her best friend's wrist, and the blood on her own fingers.

"who did this to you?" the brunette chokes out, trying not to cry and holding lisa closer.

"he did it because he thinks i'm wrong. and i am."

that's all lisa remembers from last night, and it comes in a giant flood, causing a small tear to leak out.

she slowly gets up from the couch, being careful not to disturb her best friend's slumber.

she runs her hand nervously through her matted hair, groaning when her wrist
moves.

the blonde looks down, and she sees her wrist has bruised, just as she'd predicted. she hates how she can see where his fingers dug into her.

he just seemed so nice.

she's abruptly snapped out of her thoughts when she hears footsteps padding gently on the floorboards behind her.

she turns around to find rosie, staring concernedly at her.

"hey." lisa says quietly, hugging her best friend tight.

rosie sighs, pulling away to stare into lisa's red eyes.

"you're not wrong lis, you're just different. he was the wrong man." the brunette tries to reassure the girl.

"i know, i know." she sighs, pulling away and running her hands through her hair again.

"do you want me to drop you home?" the brunette asks quietly.