Broken

*Chapter 24|Threat*

*edited*

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•Bianca's P.O.V

It has been a week since I've working at Benny's. Antonio was right when he said a job was a huge responsibility, but I loved it. It kept my mind occupied.

Jessica and I still don't get along, in fact we hate each other even more.

Working at Benny's has been a great experience that I would never forget, not only has it helped me mentally, it has helped me with my confidence. I don't plan on quitting anytime soon.

But I still haven't said one word to anyone at home.

It was obvious they all wanted to speak to me, but I couldn't stand them. I trusted them, they broke that trust by losing their faith in me, they should have known I would never do anything like that but I guess Asher was right, I can't trust anyone too easily.

The sight of Antonio disgusted me, I couldn't stand seeing him talking to anyone. They all treated him like he was one of us- no them, like he was one of them.

Asher hasn't spared me a glance all week, no matter my many tries to get him to talk to me. It hurt me much more than it should and that bothered me a lot, sometimes I even feared I didn't just want him to talk to me for answers, that I just wanted his cute, awkward company.

Linda also worked night shifts now, I could tell she did that to avoid us more but I didn't blame her. The poor woman.

My knees were pulled up to my chest and my hands ringed around them. I sat at the back of the house admiring the small garden, the peaceful air helped my racing mind a lot, but all the insects irritated me big time.

I felt a presence behind me but I didn't turn back. The person just stood there, staring. I didn't speak, I just sat there quietly, acting like I didn't know they were there.

"Can we talk?" A voice asked. I recognised that voice to be Asher's, I didn't turn around to look at him, I just nodded.

He sat next to me on the grass. "Now you want to talk?" My voice comes out harsh and I saw him flinch from the corner of my eye.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, as he played with the grass below him. "I wanted to talk to you as soon as I came from the hospital, but Antonio..."

"What did Antonio say?"

Asher sighed. "He threatened me, so I couldn't speak to you," he confessed pathetically.

I scoffed. "You let one small empty threat get to you," I snap.

"It's not like that, if you knew, you would understand," Asher replied, I felt his eyes on me. "But you don't."

"Whatever," I frowned.

His gaze was still on me and I felt a bit self conscious. "You look healthier," he say out of the blue.

I looked down at my bare feet and wiggled my toes. "I know," I say quietly.

I saw him smile from the corner of my eye. "I'm so sorry Bianca, I really am. I wanted to explain everything to you so badly but I just couldn't."

"Why?"

"I - I can't say," he replies. My frown deepened. "But I'll tell you soon, I promise. When the time is right," he said.

"When is the time going to be right Asher?" I snap. "That excuse is getting old. Why are you so scared of the truth?"

I notice him swallow, he doesn't say anything for a while before he finally decided to. "I'm not scared of the truth, I'm scared I'll loose you again," he whispers and it's barely audible. I could feel little butterflies in my stomach from the large amount of emotion his voice held.