To Fall or Fight?

Chapter 2

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Staring at the scene in front of me, I pray that it is a nightmare. I beg my conscious to tell me that everything I am witnessing at the moment is fake. I want to believe that my mind is playing tricks on me but as I stare at their alarmed faces I know that this is real. I can't force any words to come out but my tears start to fall, so I turn around and run.

I run as fast as I can down the stairs wanting to get away from it, from them. This was supposed to be the best day of my life, I think, sobbing as I continue to run, not wanting anyone to see me. Unfortunately, that plan fails as I end up running into a muscular chest, making him spill his drink all over himself and me. Could this night be any worse?

"What the fuck, watch where you're going." I hear Xavier say as he takes off his beer soaked shirt showing me a perfect chiseled chest. I however don't respond and just stare at the ground wanting it to open up and take me. Of all people it had to be him.

"I'm sorry." I whisper not wanting him to know that I was crying. I am aware he knows it's me so I try to scurry past him to avoid any more embarrassment but fail as he grabs onto my arm.

"Jessica? Where are you going?" he asks me as he pulls on my arm, looking puzzled.

"Let go of me!" I respond, clearing my throat in hopes of making me sound better but it's as if he can see through me and knows I am crying.

"Hey, look at me," he demands, pulling me closer to him. He puts a finger under my chin, lifting it so our gazes meet. He stares at my red, puffy eyes confused.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" he asks, sounding concerned. All I want right now is to be alone.

"Nothing, let me go!" I scream. The last thing I want is to have a heart to heart conversation with someone I hate. The situation was humiliating enough.

"No, not until you tell me why you're crying." he demands as his hand around my arm tightens and he pulls me so that my back is against the wall. He leans in putting both his arms around my head, caging me in.

"Why do you care? Haven't you done enough by making my life a living hell?" I attack him, pissed off." Leave me alone and get out of my way." This day could not get any worse.

"I am sorry." he says while running his hand through his hair and lets me go past him. As I go to walk around him he screams, "Can I at least get you a drink? Whatever happened you can forget about it, and still enjoy your night."

Surprisingly, before I can say no my body responds by shaking my head, yes. Xavier grabs two bottles of beer from the tub while I stand still against the wall, wanting to beat myself.

"Here." Xavier hands me a bottle. He takes a drink of his own encouraging me to do the same. But I can't relax, not in my house at least, knowing they're still upstairs.

"I need to leave." I say to Xavier, walking to the door.

"I will come with? It's getting quite crowded in there anyway," he says questioning to ask me if it's okay. I nod, knowing that I don't want to be alone, not now, not ever. And so I walk through the door with Xavier falling in step behind.

And so that is how I spent the night of my 18 birthday, not having sex with my boyfriend of 6 years (well ex-boyfriend now), but with the guy I hated the most.