Ruining Fame (Girl X Girl)

Chapter 19 / Prison Freedom

A/N: Hey readers! Long chapter, I know, and I want to apologize for a late update this week. I am up in the mountains with family snowboarding. I am also sick but that does not stop me from shredding up some powder, I hope you guys had a lovely Christmas though. 

P.S. The image above is what I imagine Blake's house would look like. I wanted to share this with you so you can get a general idea. Let me know what you think. VOTE AND COMMENT!

Enjoy xxJess

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Word of the Day:

Oenomel (n.): Something combining strength with sweetness. 

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Chapter 19 / Blake's P.O.V

Johnathan and I never did end up talking but when I stirred in my bed I could feel something warm breathe up my spine. Something that felt similar to before, the feeling I had six years ago and the only person I will ever remember who would do this to me. I turned back my back to the other side of the room facing him now and caressed his face with my thumb. 

I don't recall making love to him last night, thank god, but he was right about talking. I wanted to know what's been going on in his life and knowing that his father is locked up like mine could open more things for me. I mean I could just talk to my own father myself but that seemed to hurt too much for me. I'm not one to usually open my emotions up to people, ever. I haven't cried in about two years after I finally got over my father's problem. Not only that but living on my own without my family.

I don't speak to anyone about my issues unless I know them, meaning Nova. She only knew because she was always there for me in the academy but she never pressured to ask questions. Immediately though she hated him and that's only because I came to her house breaking down crying about it. All I could recall that night though was looking her in the eyes and telling her to tell no soul about it. Even thinking about it shook my soul because that ache in my heart almost clawed at the cage I trapped it in.

My mother kept the press away and my father never spoke to them either, only to his lawyer and the family. I don't recall how long he should be staying in jail but I remember walking into the living room finding my mother crying. I always looked up to her and she was never a woman to cry, ever. Almost like me but the most part the I regret when I saw her was not comforting her. I was being selfish and absorbed in my own feelings of how I was affected by it that I didn't take her feelings into consideration.

She lost her husband, her rock, and the man she trusted the most. Except I was always curious if she knew but never mind that. I looked ahead of me to see Johnathan's golden eyes peer at my brown ones and smiled slightly.

"Good morning beautiful," He smirked.

"Morning," I said dryly, almost a bit too dryly but then again my mouth was crusted with morning breath.

He gave me a classic dopey smile ran his fingers through my hair which felt so good yet so wrong. I didn't want anything right now but he was my last lover. Yeah, we were the academy's 'it couple,' but we were also a serious relationship. Not once did he cheat or lose my trust and vice versa.

"So, last night . . . I said that we needed to talk, do you want to talk about it-"

"After breakfast?" I cut in quickly while slipping out of bed.

"Oh, sure, I'll meet you downstairs? I have to shower."

"Yeah, the towels are underneath the-"

"I know where it is, I didn't forget."