Bridge Jump (rewrite)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Questions

Austin rushed to pull back on his clothes. His eyes were dry and itchy from the tears. He took a swig of the bottle on the side table. He glanced back at Brooklyn who was fast asleep. He sighed putting a cig to his lips, lighting it. She stood walking to his work boots pulling them on. He glanced at the alarm clock, 3 am. He cursed as he made his way out locking the door behind him, leaving the key under the plant. He pulled the cancer stick for his lips flicking off the ash, he ran a hand down his face. He fucked up, bad. When he arrived to the gym building, he only had 30 minutes til he had to get to Bisnonna's. He sighed as he closed the door behind him. His eyes landed in Lindsey curled up on the couch. He walked over to her, scooping her up and making his way to the bedroom. He lied her in the bed covering her with a blanket before kicking off his boots and walking into the bathroom to shower. He felt anger wash over him like the water from the shower. He was so pissed with himself, he was such an asshole. He needed to punch something, he always did this. Ever since he was discharged he couldn't keep his shit together. Shit, even before he couldn't. He slightly banged his head against the shower wall.

"I fucking hate myself." He muttered before resuming his shower throughly scrubbing himself down. He sighed as he shut the water off and climbing out. He ran his hand across the mirror, his reflection shinning through. He cursed when his eyes landed in the hickey on his collarbone, and the scratch marks that littered his chest and back. He walked into the room, pulling open his closet. He pulled out a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, before digging for a pair of boxers. He groaned in annoyance just thinking of the day ahead of him.

"Where did you go last night?" He heard Lindsey from behind him. He turned to her snapping the waist band against his waist.

"A bar, the bridge." Austin replied rubbing his stubble making his way over to his clothes he'd thrown in the bed, " then I stopped at a friend's for more drinks and some smoke."

"Did you get into a fight?" Lindsey asked running her fingers along the scratches, her finger stopping at the hickey. She didn't want to think what it meant. Austin's eyes were closed. His places his hand over hers stopping its roaming.

"I also really messed up last night," Austin sighed. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. " I slept with this girl last night."

"I'm guess it's not the first time." Lindsey spoke, ripping her hand from Austin's skin.

"What told you that?" Austin asked

"You said 'this girl' instead of 'some girl' meaning it's wasn't a random girl you just met. You knew her." Lindsey explained pushing her way out the bed. "I can meet the detective on my own Austin. And go fuck yourself."

"What the hell," Austin began, "are you fucking serious? You're allowed to make mistakes and shit, but I can't? I get condemned and told to go fuck myself!"

"I needed you Austin, not new fucking scenery, you!" Lindsey began turning back to him making Austin stop in his tracks. "It wasn't just anyone in that house last night, it was your father. It wasn't just anyone I was begging to be there, it was fucking you."  Her voice was cracking as her eyes welled with tears.
"And I'll always be fucking here for you!" Austin shouted, running his hand over his face in frustration, "do you not fucking remember you saved you in the bridge that night, who took you in, who's been here for you when your fucking little rich prissy throw money at the problem family wasn't? Are you really bitching about my one weak moment?"

" ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Lindsey screamed pulling at her hair, feeling as if she was ripping clumps of it out, "You're acting like I wasn't there for you either, if anything I feel like I've done more for you than you done for me, and a moment a weakness Austin? You sleep with another woman because of a moment of weakness because you didn't want to come to your GIRLFRIEND about your fucked up feelings."

"Oh go fuck yourself," Austin sneered "you don't know half the shit that I've seen and been through and what's going on in my fucking head because I have to be here and strong for every fucking person in my life. I'm fucking breaking apart."

"I was fucking assaulted last night! Less than 7 hours ago! Are you fucking kidding me! If I hadn't of shot him I would've been raped, you understand that right! You understand how scared I was right?" Lindsey sobbed, " you know sometimes I can't tell if you're dumb or stupid."

She grabbed her stuff, rushing to the door slamming it behind her. Austin grabbed the empty class on the counter chucking at the closed door letting out a scream as he stomped back to his room slamming the door shut behind him.