Benefits

Ch. 87: From The Dining Table

From The Dining Table- Harry Styles

We haven't spoke since you went away. Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won't you ever be the first one to break? Even my phone misses your call, by the way.

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Jake P.O.V.

3 weeks later

Broken. Lost hope. Damage. Heartache.

Everything crashes down around you when you're heart is played with. Life without Dawn is nothing. She ignores at a constant, and I can't help but to feel worthless whenever I brush against her in English, and she doesn't utter a sound. She use to become shy, redden cheeks or maybe even scowl at my touching, but now she's quiet and distant at my "accidental" touches.

This is the third day I've skipped English and the rest of my classes afterwards. I've come straight home and stare up at the ceiling fan.

Dawson woke up from his a coma a few days after Dawn ended things. Good news is he forgot who jumped him that night from amnesia. Bad news is he has a speech problem.

What can I say, karmas a bitch for rapists.

It's currently Friday after school, or should I say after 4th period when I take my daily pills to help me take my 3 hours naps. Back to the old sleep schedule.

She was the only thing that could help with that. Her warmth with her touches, and stolen kisses from the night. It's gone because I was too stupid or possibly she was too selfish to see past her jealousy.

Before I can even drift off to my distasteful sleep, my door is busted open by a peeved off Martinez.

"Fuck." I mumble, sitting up in my bed.

"So you're just going to avoid my calls and not show up to training for a week?"

I stopped going this week because I've lost hope with Dawn. She hasn't made any movement towards me in trying again with our failed attempts at a relationship.

"There's no point anymore. All of it was for her."

"So you're not going to challenge him?" Ledger he is referring to.

"No." I shut my eyes and begin to rest. He hums in an answer, and I hear his steps but instead of walking out, he's much more closer when I open my eyes. I see him pour a cup of water on my face that was on my bed side table, "Fuck off, Martinez." I sit up instantly, trying to rid of the water mess on myself, but the damage is done along with my sheets that are now soaked.

"Dennings, you are a selfish prick, you know that." He sits on my bed with a scowl.

"What do you want from me. I did this for her!"

"No you're doing it for yourself to be with her. All of this was for the girl, but now since you don't got the girl, you're going to give up? Those people in the Underground are counting on you!" He growls.

"I didn't ask them to!"

"So you're going to let those women be violated? You're going to let the selfish asshole win? Ledger. He will torment you for life if you don't follow through this fight!"

"What do you want me to do?" I roll my eyes.

"To not just think about yourself. This wasn't about you and your little girlfriend. It never was. The fight. It was about fighting the demon man at his own game, and right now he's winning. Dawn might be your first love, but don't you want the option of finding a new one without having someone raping them?"

"It'll only ever want her." I mumble, looking down at the sheets; remembering our nights together in here. Her skin glistening against the light imprints into my brain, and I can't help but to wish Martinez wasn't here. I need a release.