homecoming. | EDITING

forty eight

Justin

"What?"

She groaned, eyes still wet, and pushed me off of her. "You heard me. Jeff tried to rape me, this wouldn't of even happened if you would've answered the phone!" I felt for my phone in my back pocket and realized it's upstairs. It had been upstairs all day.

"Oh my God, I'm so so sorry, Jada. My phone hasn't been in my hand ever since we got off face time earlier. I'm gonna kill that boss of yours. I'm sorry," I cupped her face and kissed her multiple times.

She pulled me off,"I bet you are. Get off, I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed. I feel horrible and weak. Talk to me in the morning."

"Jada," I called her as she walked away. She stopped her walking and faced me,"Talk to me in the fucking morning, Justin. I'm not in the mood."

***

"Goodmorning," I said once I walked downstairs to get breakfast.

"Can you come with me to get my car?" She asked with a hint of attitude.

"Okay, hold on. Did I do something wrong?"

"Khaila and Christy, go upstairs," she said in the tone of voice that made them run. She waited til they left to start talking again,"You didn't answer your fucking phone when I needed you! The fuck are you good for?" She yelled.

"Are you saying this is my fault?"

"Well it wouldn't of happened if you would've answered the phone!"

"Well excuse me for paying attention to my kid instead of having my phone in my hand the whole time--"

She sighed,"You're right, I'm just irritated and a little scared from last night, I'm sorry."

"--- it's not my fault you can't protect yourself from a man, dumbass." Her eyes widened,"Excuse me?"

I remained silent as I cursed myself for talking too much. I didn't know she was gonna apologize so soon, that wasn't like her.

"Nothing," I opened my arms and she pushed me. "Get the hell off of me. You can be a dick sometimes, Justin, but this is far out your character. Where's your fucking sympathy?"

"I...I-"

"I'm a dumbass because I did what I had to do to get home safely?"

"Where were your coworkers? You didn't have to get in the car with him, especially if you knew he likes you."

"My coworkers were fucking working! Some of them had left when I was supposed to leave, and the ones who were still there just got off work. Stop arguing this, Justin. You're not gonna win!"

I sighed,"I'm sorry, alright?"

"No, I'm a dumbass because I was about to get raped, you're absolutely right," she spat sarcastically.

"I don't want to break up again because of this," I mumbled.

"Oh my God, I'm not gonna break up with you! I should, but I'm not. I'm kinda used to the dumb shit that comes out of your mouth," she rolled her eyes,"Love is a horrible, horrible thing. I'm stuck with you forever because of that stupid four letter word."

I pulled her into a hug whether she liked it or not. The smell of her shampoo infused my nose and it only made me squeeze her tighter.

"I love you, okay? You were right, I shouldn't of said that. I make mistakes, and you do too. We both do, that's what makes us perfect for each other. When I saw you crying last night I wanted to beat myself up because you were obviously hurt and I wasn't there to protect you. I'm gonna kill that dickwad when I see him, too. You're not in this alone, baby. I'm here," I kissed her hand,"I'll always be here."

She wiped her tears and smiled at me,"I know you will. I love you too."

I kissed her forehead and broke the hug, calling the girls down to finish eating. Thankfully Jada called them out for their behavior, so they've been much better.

"And Justin?" She said softly.

"Yeah babe?"

"I don't want you to go for Jeff or anything of that sort."

"Are you fucking crazy?" I exclaimed. She had to be kidding. I've always hated Jeff, and she hates him 10 times more.

We've both been waiting for the day to see him get his ass kicked, and I was given the honor to do it myself. Why would she want to take that away?

"No, I'm smart. You have a kid now. You saw how devastated Khaila was when you got arrested, when can't let that happen again. Not for me."

"What're we gonna do then?" We weren't gonna let him get away with what he did.

"Get his ass arrested."

***

Jada

After our breakfast, Christy's mom agreed to watch the girls at her house while we got my car and handled business.

Apparently, the only thing my car needed was a jump from another car and Jeff's bitch ass knew it too.

After talking to the cops and showing them my bruises and stuff, they agreed to take him into police custody.

"Jeff Samson?"

Jeff looked nervous once he saw me. "Yes sir?"

"You're under arrest for sexual harassment. You have the right to remain silent, anything you --"

"She's lying! She came onto me!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Justin yelled, veins popping out of his neck. I quickly took hold of his hand. "Calm down, daddy," I said quietly.

"--say can and will be used against you in the court of law."

Jeff was handcuffed and checked for weapons, and Justin didn't hesitate to use the opportunity he had got. When the cops weren't looking, Justin slapped and punched him, hard.

"Bitch," he spat as he kicked him for the last time,"Don't you ever touch Jada or any other woman like that or you'll live to regret it."

I must admit, I liked seeing him like this.

Justin aggressive and Jeff getting hurt? Why didn't this happen often?

"Let's go, baby," he kissed my forehead and we walked out the building I didn't call my job anymore.