Sofia Anastasia Chapman.
So it's been almost a week since i've returned home. Everything's been great since then. I get to see my boyfriend, i get to go to school, see my friends, see Nicola, see dad. I still see Jason now. I'm so glad, because i didn't really want to lose him as a friend, he's so sweet. My dad hired him to be my bodyguard, and a friend i guess. He even lives with me now. It's pretty great.
"Sof, baby." I hear someone calling my name. I snap out of my thoughts, turning to face Tristan smiling. "Hm?" I ask. "You alright? You kinda spaced out." He chuckled. I nodded, smiling. "I'm fine babe." I said kissing his cheek lightly. He pulled me onto his lap, kissing my lips lightly, as he started rubbing my thighs. I kissed back, puling away, shifting as it felt uncomfortable. He muttered something under his breath, before looking up, slowly kissing along my jaw. I bit my lip, as he tried to snake his hands up my shirt. I grabbed his hands before they could anywhere, pulling back. "Stop, i told you.. i'm not ready." I see his eyes turn dark with anger, as he pushes my off his lap onto the couch. "Fuck that then, see you later." He growled, walking out, slamming the door behind him. I sighed deeply, tearing up, cuddling a cushion. I felt someone place a hand on my shoulder. I quickly wiped my eyes, but more tears fell out, as they streamed down my face. "Uh hey J." I said to Jason, who was frowning. He kneeled infront of me, caressing my cheek lightly. "What's wrong Sofia, why are you crying?" He asked concerned. I shook my head, wiping my face. "It's not anything, i'm fine." I said giving him a reassuring smile. "We both know, that is a lie. Tell me, Sofia." He asked. I sighed again, looking at him. "Uh, it was just Tristan.." I said, explaining everything. His eyes turned dark, as rage boiled in his face. "That fucking bastard. I've told you before, he's not good to you babe.." He said in a calm voice, kissing my forehead gently. I nodded. "But i love him.." I whispered. He sat beside me, pulling me onto his lap, holding me close to his chest. "I know..but sometimes we've got to let the ones we love go. I can't stand to see you get hurt, and i'm scared he'll lay a finger on you." He mumbled in my ear, stroking my hair. I clinged onto his shirt, hiding my face in his chest. Why must he have these perfect words? "I'll think about it..I'll see where it goes." I said finally, smiling lightly. He nodded, kissing my cheek. "Be careful, and you know you can tell me everything, aight?" I nodded. He held me tightly, as i layed my head on his chest. The beat of his heart was soothing, it was a little jumpy, but it was the most beautiful sound i'd ever heard. Why can't Tristan be caring like this? Why can't he hold me, ask me what's wrong, and cuddle me? I know all he wants is sex and making out. I know he's hurt me before, he's cheated so why am i with him? I sighed at my thoughts, closing my eyes.
Jason McCann.
I watched her as she calmed down. She calmed down as soon as i came by. She's so precious, so delicate, so beautiful, so.. different. I like it. He doesn't deserve her at all, he's a fucking jackass. I could kill him any moment. I know the type of guy he is. I know he's toying with her, and i know he's cheating and sleeping around. I see Sofia, and i see Tristan. I notice it, they don't have to tell me anything. I know his games, and if he leaves my Sofia hurt, he will die. Mark my words. I look down at her, smiling, kissing her head. She's such an angel, an angel sent from above. My precious angel.
