This Broken Beautiful Thing...

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12:

I wake up to the sound of the loud bass coming from downstairs, I don’t feel well at all, my head is pounding and I’m nauseous. The windows that are rattling and floor vibrating beneath me doesn’t help the headache. I look at my phone and see that it’s already after seven in the evening, I slept away the rest of the day, shit I’m late for work!

I notice a text message from Anna and open it:

ANNA AT 01:36PM: Hey Babez, we are still at the meeting, weather is bad this side and things are running late so we’ll be staying here tonight. Don’t worry about work, the Bar is closed. Only a few of the boys will be there. Love you lots see tomorrow!

HARLEY AT 07:47PM:  Have a safe trip. Love you guys.

I know I should type more but my head hurts so bad, I can’t even concentrate.

I make my way to the bathroom and wash my face. I’m still wearing a pair of jeans and Kings of Leon shirt. After washing my face, I make my way to the kitchen to see if there are any headache tablets. Finding some in the cabinet, I take two and down them with cold water. I don’t take notice of the various people around the apartment; they take notice of me though and say their hellos and I nod my head not wanting to start conversation.

I rest my head on my arms over the cold counter, I feel someone near me.

“Decided to join us?” Hunter says in his deep voice.

“Mmmhmm…”I mumble enjoying the coldness of the counter on my warm cheek.

“You okay princess?” he asks more concerned.

“Yeah…just a little dizzy, I haven’t eating much today. I’ll just get something to eat and I’ll be hundreds.” I get up and look at his concerned face.

“You want me to get you something?” he says seriously.

“No thanks Hunter, I can do it. Thanks though.” I say and rub his arm as I walk passed him weakly.

Making my way back to my room to get my medicine, I lean against the wall in the hallway. The door to one of the spare rooms is a little open and it’s a foot from where I’m standing, but I can see everything that’s happening.

I see the body of a man sitting on the corner of the bed, his pants down to his ankles, I can’t see his face yet but I can hear his grunting and the girls moaning. I watch as the girl between his legs bobs her head up and down in a rhythm. I see her face clearly now as she moves away and uses her hands before placing her mouth back on him and it’s the girl I defended last night, Rachel. I stand there frozen as Jace’s face comes into view. He pushes the girls head down harder onto his manhood. I can’t stand there any longer as I run the rest of the way into the bathroom. It feels like a repeat of theCaleb situation and I just don’t have the energy for any of this.

I’m disgusted in Jace and I’m regretting ever standing up for that girl or letting Jace ever touch me, I know Jace and I don’t have a relationship but the way he explained to me that I was his , I thought the feeling was mutual. I guess I am his, but he isn’t mine and never will be.

I continue to throw up even as I hear the door open and close behind me. Tears that shouldn’t be there are rolling down my eyes now and I want to tell whoever is there to go away but I can’t speak.

“Here’s some water babe, I’ll go find Jace for you.” Hunter says placing a glass of water next to me on the counter.

“No! Don’t! I don’t want him near me.” I murmer through coughs.