Anger Issues

one

Jessica

"Calm down, Aus. It's alright, it's just a bruise," I soothed, resting my hand on his neck and jawline.

"I don't like how it happened though," he said. His breaths were heavy and his veins popped.

"Ashley just pushed me, like she always does," I shrugged. My phone vibrated in my back pocket.

Dad
Dinner will be ready in ten minutes

Me
I might run a little late, but I'll be there
"Aus," I held his face, making him look at me. "Close your eyes," I instructed. He shut his hazel green eyes.

"Breathe."

I synched deep breaths with him, until his breathing went back to normal.

"Are you okay?" He asked, opening his eyes. I nodded with a slight smile. "I'm perfectly fine."

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and gently pressed his lips to mine.

"I gotta get going, I need to be home for dinner," I said, as we parted. "Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded and pecked his lips again. He stood up, walking out with me.

The amazing thing was that we only lived about four blocks from each other.

His hand intertwined with mine as we walked. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" I asked.

He shook his head and stared at his feet. "Your parents hate me," he said. "They do not," I argued.

My parents didn't hate him. They hated the fact we were together because they knew how angry he could get, and think that he's dangerous for me to be around.

"It's okay, Jess. My mom's cooking tonight anyway," he said. "Are you sure?" I asked, as I stepped on to my porch.

He nodded, pulling me in for a hug. "Be careful, I'll text you, okay?" I said. He nodded and kissed my forehead, as our hands slowly slipped away.

I opened the door to my house and stepped in. "I'm home!" I shouted. "Dinner is almost ready, go wash up," Dad said. "Alright."

I went upstairs to my room and set my bag down, when my brother, Noah appeared at my door.

"Were you with Austin?" He asked. I sighed. "Yes, I was."

"How did this happen?" He lifted up my arm where the bruise was. "Not from Austin," I said.

"From who?" He asked. I turned around to face him. "Ashley Nickelson."

"She's still going at you?" Noah asked. "Yes. Don't worry, I couldn't care less about her and what she does," I said.

He was about to speak again, but dad called from downstairs. "Dinner!"

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When I got back to my room, I saw texts from Austin on my screen.

Austin
Argued with my brother. No phone until tomorrow.

I sighed and sat on the chair at my desk.

This boy was crazy.