Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 11 Hurt & Comfort

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I feel like it's nearing the end for this story. I feel as of this may be the last chapter, if not there might just be one more. I'll see.

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He just stood there unable to come up with a lie fast enough. "Well?!" I shouted making him flinch a little, "I've never seen those before" "well then take a closer look," I say throwing the dirty pair of underwear at his face. I rush past him to grab my clothes, when he grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him. "Brad stop it, let me go!" I struggle against his grip, but it's too tight and I just struggle like a fish caught in a net. "Just listen to me" "what do you have to say? What lies are you gonna come up with this time? How can you possibly get out of this?" He drops his head and looks down at his feet. "I'm sorry, I just-" "You just what? I trusted you and I fucking loved you. I gave you all I had and this is what you do to me? I forgave you the first time, I'm not making that mistake again!" I could feel the hot tears running down my face. "I'm done. Don't call me, text me or even email me I don't give a shit about you anymore." Bradley's breath caught in his throat, "please don't say that. I love you Jessica." "Don't fucking say my name you lying piece of shit." I had enough; he hurt me too many times. I raised my hand and slapped him clean across his face. His eyebrows skyrocketed and there was disbelief written on his face. "I don't know who you are anymore." I whispered as I gathered my things and left not bothering to look back.

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When I finally got home I collapsed right where I stood, I just sat on the floor and cried. I held it all in through the flight and on the way back home and now I was just losing it. No matter how angry Stephen was at me for leaving to go to LA he couldn't have ignored me at that moment. I had always tried not to look at his eyes, they were too intimidating and reminded me too much of Brad's eyes, but right now they couldn't be ignored. He asked me what happened and I told him everything, he helped me to the couch were I just sat and cried. Stephen looked at me silently as I cried, it's not like he had never looked at me like that before. But his hand was on my arm then my waist and the other parts of my body. He kissed me and I felt that little spark that I had with Brad, I pulled away from him telling him I was vulnerable and not in the right mindset. I got up from the couch "I think I'm gonna go to bed" I sniffed. "Wait, Jess I'm sorry. Let me try that again." He closed the gap between us and kissed me softly on the lips, after the second kiss I realized that I liked the human contact. "Stay with me" he whispered, I couldn't say no and to be completely honest I didn't want to be by myself. I sat back down on the couch, kicking my boots off and pulling my knees towards my chest. "He didn't deserve you anyway" I knew he was hoping to make me feel better by saying so, and it was slightly working. "He wasn't good enough for you." I started to lay my head on the couch, but before my head hit the armrest I felt a warm hand under my head. I closed my eyes, not expecting to feel the warmth coming off his hand. By the time I opened my eyes he had already pressed his lips to mine. "Stephen stop it!" For a second he looked confused, like he didn't quite understand what I was saying. I wasn't so sad anymore I was angry, I got up putting my boots back on more then ready to walk out that door again even after a six hour flight back. When I headed for the door he stood in front of me apologizing, I made a mistake by letting him hug me. I felt him burry his face in my hair and inhale deeply, his hug became too tight to be comfortable. I pushed slightly but he didn't let go, when my hands were free I slapped him coldly. Not regretting the red mark I left behind. He looked shocked, brows high on his forehead and eyes wide. "You think you can do anything you want, you think you can just play with me when you want? I just told you that Bradley cheated on me. What are you doing?" The shock didn't leave his face when I started pushing him. I yelled and broke down again, not being able to help it. I found myself kneeling on the floor with Stephen telling me to calm down. I'd had enough, I was tired and this game was just foolish. Stephen held on to my wrists until I calmed down, we were both on the floor leaning against the couch. I didn't know why but I wanted to slap him again, I wanted to hurt him and see that look on his face. That look of utter shock and surprise. So I did, I hit him his face turned toward me and his eyes closed for a few seconds. And there it was that look, I waited a few seconds before slapping him again for the third time. I carried on until he caught my wrist; I thought he would be angry. But instead he looked so...broken. He lunged towards me and I immediately recoiled. He got so close to my face that our noses nearly touched, causing me to lean back further. He made another move for my mouth, and I just kept on moving back until I was laying on the cold hardwood floor with him leaning over me.