Broken Runaways

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Jessica

There he was. Standing right in front of me. Wrapped around me, was a red fuzzy blanket. “Jeffrey! What are you doing here?!” I yelled, pulling the blanket closer around me the frigid air freezing up my legs at my bare ankles. He smiled, and pulled my face close to him, our lips lightly making contact before I pulled away abruptly. “What the fuck was that?” I yelled, wiping my swollen mouth.

“What do you mean? It’s your birthday present!” Jeffrey said, looking confused. “Where are your parents? I didn’t see their car...” He continued, looking around in my house. I closed the door, so just my face was showing.

“They’re on a business trip in Detroit for this and next week.” I said, looking at Jeffrey. ‘Why are you here, Jeffrey? We haven’t talked in like, six months! I’m kind of... in the middle of something.” I said, my ears getting hot and my face getting red. Jeffrey pushed the door open a bit, and looked down at my arm, naked but covered in marks. He sighed.

“How have you been doing Jessica?” He said, sounding worried.

“Jeffrey, I’m fine just please go.” I pleaded, wrapping the blanket around me tighter. I heard footsteps. “Jeffrey, please go. Now! You can’t be here!” I was begging for him to go, I knew things were going to get ugly fast if he didn’t.

“Babe, who was at the-” Michael says walking into the kitchen where Jeffrey and I were standing. “Door.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. “Jessica, why is he here?” Michael said, whispering into my ear.

“Jessica? What is Michael doing here? Why is he in boxers?” I could see everything go crashing down, as realization dawned over his face. “Oh my god. You aren’t wearing anything under that blanket, are you?” He asked. “Holy shit. You guys were having sex?” Jeffrey yelled. “Oh my god! I can’t believe this!” Running his hair through his hands and pulling at it.

“Jeffrey, I think you should just calm down and go. You shouldn’t have come in the first place.” Michael said, coming over and putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t you ever even try to fucking touch me again!” He yelled at Michael, taking his hand and throwing Michael's arm off of him. “That’s why you’re lips were swollen when I kissed you. That’s why there's lipstick all over your face. Jessica, how could you!” He yelled. I coward backwards and hit the wall.

“Don’t you talk to her like that, you asshole! Who the fuck are you to say anything anyway! She’s not with you!” Michael said, getting up in Jeffrey’s face. His face was twisted in anger everytime Michael moved even an inch closer to him.

Then is was all in slow motion. Jeffrey’s face twisted up, and his arm swung up and hit Michael straight in the face. That was his first mistake. Michael put his hand on his where Jeffrey had hit him, and smiled. Michael bent his arm and elbowed Jeffrey straight in the gut. When he fell to the floor, Michael got on top of him and started punching his face back and forth. Standing up, I tried to grab one of Michael’s fast moving arms, but he just kept swinging, hitting me in the chest causing me to fall backwards in the process. Jeffrey laughed as Michael repetitively, and his nose was covered in blood, along with the side of his jaw and his upper lip. Did he like the pain?

The front door of my house burst open, and a vaguely familiar face emerged into my home, though I couldn’t easily put a name to him. The older man practically threw Michael off of Jeffrey. “Who the fuck are you?!” Michael yelled.

“Your worst fucking nightmare. Now if I ever find you fucking about with my brother and his girl, you’ll be a dead boy.” It was Dallas. He walked in on Jeff and I when we were making out on his bed. Dallas had blue eyes and black hair, like Jeffrey, except his hair was short and styled upward. Like Jeffrey, Dallas also had a very chiseled looking jawline and a single tooth on the left side of their mouth that started higher up in his gumbs than the other. Dallas I knew was eight years older than Jeffrey, though they were almost the same tall height.