Chapter 22
“Oh. My. God!” Bianca wails at the top of her lungs at the sight of one drop of my blood on the pristine white floor.
Swiftly, everyone around me- except Jett of course –moves away from me and stare at me with disgust as I bend over with my hand clamped to my face, making sure that no more blood seeps out onto the floor. My eyes are wide as I just stare at Jett not sure what to do and hoping to god he will find a kind bone in his body, and help me out.
“You better had fucking clean that up!” Bianca threatens me, but I couldn’t care less anymore; I can’t help but feel dizzy and have a sharp pain shooting in the front of my temple.
“Get up!” Jett growls as he appears in front of with a tight grip on my bicep. Pulling me up out of my seat and frog marches me to the deck below. He walks down the corridor, past a bunch of oak doors with gold handles.
My hand is pressed even harder against my mouth so I don’t get any blood on the blush cream carpet. At last, we arrive at a door that seems acceptable to enter; Jett pushes the door open with his foot and pulls me past the large bed and into an adjoining room.
It is a bathroom, not too big but not squashed in. Even though there are just your basic necessities in here it still manages to look luxurious and way out of my league. Jett’s hand shake as he grabs the toilet paper and pulls it quickly so all of it unravels and slacks on the floor as he holds out the tip of it for me. His body is tense, his jaw is clenched, and he looks like he is holding himself back and his eyes are turned downwards so I can’t look into them.
“Here.” Gingerly, I grab the toilet paper and put it under my nose so the blood won’t drip anywhere. I pull my bloodied hand away from my face and Jett instantly slams himself against the adjacent wall staring at my hand, his breathing erratic.
“Can you turn on the tap please?”
Reluctantly, he reaches forward and in one swift turn water pours out of the tap, and Jett slams his back against the wall trying to keep away from my bloodied hand.
My hand shakes as I stare at the blood on my hand while I put it under the tap and watch the red trickle down with the clear water and down into the pug whole. I keep my hand under for two more minutes after the blood has gone from my hand, just to make sure that blood has gone completely all the while with my hand pinching the bridge of my nose so the blood stops.
I turn of the tap and awkwardly wipe my hand on my bare leg as I haven’t had a chance to put on my clothes after we came out of the sea. I pull the tissue away to inspect if my nose is still bleeding and luckily it has stopped. I lift up my hand to toss the tissue into the bin.
“Flush it.” Jett orders, his back still pressed against the wall and his hands are clamped by his sides. I quickly toss it into the toilets and flush it.
Silently, we walk back into the bedroom and sit on the bed, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Even though are arms are handcuffed together we don’t touch as we mull through our thoughts.
I groan/sigh as another sharp pain shoots through the side of my head. I press my hand against the side where the pain is, trying to ease some of it, but I just close my eyes tightly because my hand isn’t easing anything.
“Lianna, are you ok?” I hear the worry in Jett’s voice.
“I’m fine.” I mummer lifting my head up away from my hand and I look at him.
“No you’re not. What’s wrong?” Jett stares at me.
“I’ve got a headache.”
“That’s not just it.”
“Are you some kind of doctor?” I ask starting to get pissed off.
“No.”
“Then I don’t need you fucking professional opinion, do I?”
“Lianna, I am worried about you!” Jett shouts at me and I stare at him and something inside of me makes me want to believe him. “I am so sorry about everything I have done, everything I have put you through.” I see tears in his eyes as his eyes plead with me to believe him.
“But you don’t believe me…” Jett sighs after we stared at each other, and he turns his head away from me.
We go back to staring at the floor again and I can’t help but feel the guilt and a horrible pain gnaw at my heart.
“I was always bullied for being ‘fat’…” I sigh, still looking at the floor; I don’t dare to look at Jett in fear of his reaction. “Erm… long story short the whole class was invited to a beach party when I was ten and they were all teasing me and then they through me into the water every time I tried to come up for air they would push me back down.” I don’t even try to elaborate as I try to rush through the story as I feel tears begin to form in my eyes.
“WHAT?!” Jett shouts and I stare at him in shock and fear. “I will kill them!” Jett vows.
“You are such a hypocrite! At least I knew where I stood with them, but with you one second you kiss me and the next you call me fat! So you cannot anything!” I snap at him. This shuts him up and he looks at me through sad eyes. I bite my lip to try and stop the tears that form in my eyes, I shake my head at him and turn my head to the side.
“I’m done with this!” The tears roll down my cheek.
“What?” I here the confusion and the worry in Jett’s voice.
“I am done with you and your stupid game. I am done with ‘her’ bullshit… I just don’t want to put up with it anymore.”
“Lianna, don’t talk-!”
“No! I am done with all of this bullshit!” I shove against his chest.
“Lianna STOP!” Jett goes to grab my hands.
I start to pound my hands against his chest as unwelcome tears fall down my face. Jett tries to grab my hands to stop them from hitting him but I don't stop the beating on his chest.
“Lianna!”
“NO!” I cry out when Jett grabs my hands and crushes my body against his so all I can do now is sob against his chest.
“Lianna stop.” I shake my head and continue to sob into his golden muscular chest.
“I’m so sorry…” Jett gently rocks me from side to side as he holds me tightly against him and I feel him place a kiss on the top of my head.
“I can’t do this…” I whisper brokenly with tears.
“No, Lianna, you are just not feeling well at the moment. It’s just being on this boat. I am sorry to drag you here.”
I just shake my into his chest as he holds me tighter against him, rubbing his hand up and down my back, squeezing my shoulder slowly before moving it back down my back. My shoulders stop shaking from my sobs and I just lean against his shoulder staring at his neck.
Jett shifts slightly and brings my face up off his shoulder so I am looking him in the eye and our faces are a breath apart.
Jett’s eyes flicker in-between my two eyes and he slowly reaches his hand up and swipes his thumb under my eye, wiping my tear away. He grasps my chin in his warm hand and slowly keeps hold of my chin as he brings his face closer and closer to me.
He brushes his lips lightly against mine and then pulls back and stares me in my eyes, searching. Suddenly, his eyes change colour and he pushes me against the bed, smashing his lips against. I wrap my hands in his hair and pull him as close as I can to me.
*****
I lie there, my eyes wide as I stare at the ceiling as I hear Jett's steady breathing next to my, with his arm wrapped around my naked torso.
Oh shit… I just had sex with Jett…
"JETT?!" Bianca's screechy voice booms through the door.
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