And he said...

Chapter four

Anna's POV:
Waking up under the same roof as Vic hurts me, but waking up knowing he's found someone new kills me.

I imagine his girlfriend, Danielle's lips against his and how she probably treats him so much better. Then I think about her looks. Is she the opposite if me? Is it what Vic wanted? Is she an actress? Attractive? A model?

Thank god, Jaime's laugh from upstairs interrupts my thoughts of the Aphrodite look alike girl. Seconds later, I smell bacon and then eggs. I hear Mike's voice raising and Tony's laugh, following Vic's chuckle.

I force my wobbly legs to stand up from the messy bed and head towards up the stairs. There, I press my ears up to the door to listen to their conversation.

"..I'm telling you guys," It's Vic speaking. My heart pounds. "She was all over me."

The date last night I realize. It hurts to hear him talk about it. I don't wanna hear anymore so I walk down back to Jaime's big bed and burry my face in his pillow letting it absorb the tears from my eyes.

Silently crying, I picture Vic and I on our first date. His nervousness and compliments about my personality and looks. I picture how his hands shook while our fingers interlocked. I remember the scene very clear, we were at the west park (the park where Jaime found me drunk last night) and it was fairly dark.

Vic picked this as our date because the garden at the park is beautiful at night and he sang me a few acoustic songs from his band which made it more romantic. He sure does know how to charm a girl.

I remember the day he asked me to be his girlfriend, how his face lit up when I said yes. I can still hear his voice saying "holy tacos. This is perfect." That made me laugh back then.

Giggling substitutes my silent cries just in time for the door the open and Jaime brings down a plate of bacon, eggs, and perfectly made toast.

As much as I wanted it, thinking of what Vic said made me too hurt to eat.

"I'm fine. Maybe something later." I suggest and Jaime nods his head.

"You look better today." He compliments.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. You don't look worn out anymore."

"It's because it's the first time I've sleep in two weeks.

"Wait you haven't slept in two weeks?! Why?!" His face is painted with horror.

"I.." I sigh. "I've trying to limit my sleeping because when I close my eyes, I have nightmares about Jesse and Vic. Mostly Vic."

"Did you have a nightmare last night?"

"Surprisingly, no."

"Good. Why mostly about Vic though?"

"Because I dream about him with another girl and him being happier. It kills me and makes me wake up crying." My voice cracks.

"Awe, Anna. You didn't hear what Vic said when he got home last night?"

"No. I was sleeping, remember?"

"Oh. Right."

"Jaime." My heart beats fast and it's hard to breathe. "What exactly did Vic say last night?"

"He talked about the date. How he wasn't into Danielle and he held back whenever she tried kissing him. And then he talked about you."

Oh..

"About..?" I asked while I use Jaime's brush to put my blonde hair up in a pony tail.

"About him seeing you in her face. How he misses you. He hasn't kissed anyone since you. He says because he believes he can still taste you."

Oh...

"You alright?" Jaime asks, worried.

"I'm fine." I partially lie. I'm relieved Vic isn't dating Danielle but I still can't come around him which makes me not okay.

"He tried driving over to your house, you know.." Jaime says in a low voice.

My eyes shoot up at him and I feel like having an anxiety attack.

"What did you say?" I ask impatiently waiting for an answer. Vic can't go over to Jesse's house. Jesse will hurt him and Vic will know I'm not there and become sad again like Jaime says he keeps on doing.

"Don't worry. I told him it's not the best idea because he might be interfering with your life and will make you hate him." Jaime says.

"Oh."

"Sounds harsh but it worked."

Jaime is right. As much as I hurt keeping Vic away, it's for the best.

"Listen, I gotta go back up before he gets suspicious. I'll come back down in a few minutes." Jaime starts up the steps. On the third step, he turns to me and says "I'm sorry you have to be like this.." then he continues of the steps and out the bedroom door.

And that consists of my morning, alone in the big room with nothing to do.

At around 4, Jaime comes back down with a smile on his face.

"Good news," he says, "I sent Vic out to pick up a few stuff from the store and Mike and Tony are at your house, getting your clothes while Jesse is out. You can take a shower if you want."

"I don't want. I need." I joke and Jaime chuckles.

"By the time you're out, Mike and Tony will be back with your stuff."

"Thanks." I give a faint smile. I'm really grateful for Jaime being there for me and for what he's doing right now.

I grab a towel from Jaime's closet and run up stairs into the shower.

I always look into the mirror before washing myself, just to stare at the torn apart girl who is me. This time is different, my eye isn't as dark anymore, you can't barely notice it, my lip isn't so big, again can barley notice it, and the bruises on my hips, are fading. The biggest difference of them all, is I'm standing in front of a mirror, but it is not mine. It's the property of a long lost friend. And my smile.. It's losing its falseness.

Enough staring, I tell myself as I turn the water on and step into the warm shower.

I close my eyes and leave my mind blank, free from any crutches.