A Fine Line Between Love and Hate

Chapter 2

He yanked my hair upwards so my blue eyes met his angry hazel ones. "You know I let you see your friends and look what happens. You're all over Brian. You're nothing but a cheap whore. How dare you embarrass me in front of everybody," he spat.

"Me and Brian are just friends, you know that," I cried. "You know that I'm in love with you."

He placed his fingers on my bruised ribs and dug them in. The searing pain coursed through my body as I bit lip so I wouldn't scream out loud. I tried to get as much oxygen in as I could hoping it would dull the pain but it hurt even more.

"Why can't you be a normal fiancée? Why do have to be a whore around Brian? I give you everything but nothings good enough. Sometimes I wonder why I ever let you into my life. After all, you were nothing until you opened your legs for Brian," he angrily said but making sure he wouldn't be heard.

I stayed silent out of fear that I could say something that Matt didn't like. His words hurt me. I did have a dodgy past. He was right in some ways. It was how I met Brian but me and him had never slept together. He was the only person back then that cared about me and he has changed my life. I will forever be in his debt.

I walked along the cold pathway. It was dark and gloomy. The full moon stood in place of the sun which gave the air an eerie feel. The night was already living up to that name. One man had already pounded me hard to the point where I was bleeding. I hated it when men did that. I couldn't handle it. It became to much pain. The next man had made me deep throat him. I nearly choke as he held my head in place. I hated this life. I wanted to get out of it but I desperately needed the money. I had debt to pay and I couldn't get a normal job so this was the only way.

I felt someones presence behind me and I knew they were after me. I turned round to see a man walking up to me. He made my skin crawl as his face appeared in the moonlight. He looked old and slimy. He had a round belly and I knew he was the type of man who crept away from his wife late at night and demand so much from me. I wasn't in the mood to do anything. I just wanted to get far away from him.

"So, where are we going then?" he asked. He certainly was pushy. He probably didn't get it at home.

"Nowhere. Not tonight," I replied.

He darkly chuckled and said, "I don't think so. You can't say no that's why you're a street whore."

"I don't want to just leave me alone," I spat.

He grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me close to his body. He inhaled sharply and his other hand took hold of my hip. "I just wanted a good time now you have gone and made it difficult," he said.

"Let me go! Please!" I shouted. I struggled to get out of his grasp but he was too strong for me. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Hey! Why don't you leave her alone," a voice shouted. I let out a shaky breath and felt suddenly relived that whoever this man was he was coming to my rescue.

"She's a prostitute this is her job," he replied in a slimy voice.

"She clearly doesn't want to. Just because it's her job it doesn't mean you have the right to rape her. Get off of her," he spat at him.

"No!" he screamed and that's when the mysterious man pulled him off of me by he scruff of his neck. He pushed him away and the man ended up on the floor. Whoever this man was he was definitely strong and I couldn't thank him enough. The man quickly got up and scurried off. I let out a sigh off relief and looked at the man who saved me.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I looked over his appearances as he stepped closer to me and the moonlight lit up his features. He had long brown hair and his chocolate brown eyes stared at me intensely awaiting the answer.

"I- I'm fine," I replied.

"Here, put this on you look cold," he suggested as he took of his black leather jacket and placed it around my shoulders. I pulled it close to my body and I began to feel warm.

"Thank you. You didn't have to help me," I told him.

"I couldn't let something like that happen to you even if we don't know each other," he laughed.

"My names Jade," I stated.

"Brian," he replied. "Look I know this maybe a bit weird but do you have a place to stay?" He could probably tell by my appearance. I was wearing next to nothing and what little material there was it was all covered in dirt and blood.

I laughed, "No, I'm currently living in a motel."

"Come on," he said as he started walking away from him. I followed in his direction as I was confused in what he was doing. We walked until we got to a car that was parked by the side of the road. "Get in and don't worry I'm not a murderer or a rapist. I just want to help you," he laughed.

His fist collided with my stomach which brought me back to my harsh and horrible reality. No matter what I was going through back then I wish I could go back to when Brian saved me and let me stay with him. He made everything better for me. I hated my life now and I wanted to just run away from it all.

"You weren't even listening to me!" he shouted at me in a hushed voice but the venom was still conveyed. "Daydreaming about your times with Brian?" he questioned and in a way he was right.

"No! There is nothing going on for the hundredth time. I have never slept with him. When will you understand?" I replied completely defeated knowing he will never believe me.

"Take these and don't sit near him," he ordered. He passed me a pack of 6 beers while he got another one.

I pushed the kitchen door open and walked into the living room. I placed the beers down on the table that was situated in the middle of the room. Everyone dived for them and Matt placed the other pack next to it. I scurried back to the sofa. This time instead of sitting next to Brian I chose the other end and Matt sat in between us. I looked over at Brian who gave me an odd look. I felt guilty as he looked hurt that I didn't want to sit next to him.

Everyone laughed and started chatting away. I just didn't feel like joining in and I knew I would get punished for it later but right now I didn't care. I just wanted to sit there and cry my eyes out. I wanted to tell Brian with all my heart and I wanted him to hold me tight and tell me everything will be alright.

I quickly got up and all eyes were on me. I couldn't stand to be in that room any longer. I could feel Matts intense stare on me and I knew without even looking at him he would be going red with anger. I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked away fast. I headed straight for the stairs and ran up them. I heard people shouting my name but I ignored them. I needed to get away as fast as possible.

I ran straight for the bathroom and locked the door. It was the only room with a lock so it was perfect. I sank to the floor and let my tears fall freely. I just wanted this all to end.

"Jade?" a voice questioned which belongs to Brian.

I didn't answer him. I couldn't answer him. I didn't want him to see me like this. He had helped me so much and knowing that all of his work was coming undone.

"Jade, I know you're in there. Just open the door. You know you can talk to me," he told me whilst fiddling with the door handle but having no luck with it.

"I want to be alone," I told him. I couldn't face him. I knew if I opened the door he would start asking questions that I couldn't answer.

"No you don't. I know you Jade when your upset you like someone to be there so just open the door. I'm not going anywhere until I know you're okay," he said.

I groaned. I hated that he was right. I let out a sigh and reached up for the lock and twisted it open. It made a click so I didn't have to let Brian know that it was open. I moved away from the door just in time as he swung the door open.

He looked around the room until his chocolate orbs met mine. His harsh gaze instantly softened and he closed the door behind him. He came over to me and sat down next to me. His muscular arms wrapped around me and pulled me against his chest. He placed a loving kiss on the top of my head and we sat there for what seemed like hours. He knew not to say anything until I was ready to talk which he had learnt quickly over the years. He knew that just holding me would make me feel better until I was ready to talk and that's exactly what he did.