Kill Me Heal Me - JENLISA

Chapter 18

Jennie's POV

"You bastard!" I fumed, trying to pull my arm out of her grasp. "How dare you say sh*t like that to him? How dare you lie?"

"I'm sorry." She said that, despite my rage, it had been heightened to a whole new level, and if I were her, I'd be scared.

"You're sorry?" I sneered, poking a finger above her chest. She had let me speak because she knew I was completely justified in this matter. "Oh, I'm sure you are? I'm sure telling him those things and watching his reaction were so horrible for you. You're such a freaking liar, oh my god. I can't stand you."

I shoved her, and she watched me with a scowl on her face.

"I can't believe you!" I didn't know what would calm me down, honestly; this was days and weeks of pent-up emotions. It came out in anger this time instead of tears, which surprisingly helped more. "I wish I'd never met you! I hate you!"

I just told two mistruths, but maybe it would help me. Maybe it would make me realize what a messed-up person Lisa was and allow me to completely forget about her.

I shoved her again, and she grabbed my arms, pinning me to the wall with my wrists above my head—the same position we were in the day after I found out about Kai.

Deja Vu.

Now I wanted to cry.

"Don't say that." She demanded, her voice surprisingly soft, and her gaze fixed on me. My chest was heaving from previous anger, and I was breathing heavily, but I'd never wanted her more than I do now."Don't fucking say that to me."

"It's true." I assured her, but I was lying.

She spoke as her gaze was drawn to mine. "No, it's not."

"Yes, it is," I said, needing her to believe it.

But what she did next surprised me. She pressed her forehead against my shoulder as her lips brushed against my collarbone. The action succeeded in melting my hardened heart, and I didn't feel particularly mad anymore.

"I'm sorry, baby." She said it again: hot breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "I was wrong."

I let out a shaky breath. We would always end up like this, and even though it was wrong because our problem remained unsolved, it felt so right. It made me want to be close to her, for her to assure me of things like this.

"Forgive me." She begged, kissing the neck joint lightly. "I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't." I reminded her in a hushed voice. I wanted to forgive her, but I shouldn't.

"I know." She agreed and brought her face back to mine. "But I want you to. I need you to. It killed me, to watch you with Taehyung tonight. I couldn't fucking breathe because, as fucked up as it is, I don't want you with anyone else. I don't want anyone else's hands on you. I don't know how to put my feelings into words at the moment, Jennie, but I want you. In no way have I wanted anyone else."

She didn't know how badly I wanted to hear those words from her, to assure me and ease my chaotic mind.

I bit my lip, nodding, because I was so afraid if I spoke I would start crying. She didn't force me to elaborate either; instead, she slowly brought her lips to mine. Though it started out gently, it immediately turned into a tango of passion. In the kiss, we generated anything and everything, charging the energy around us with the same electricity.