SCARS | STITCHES 2 (girlxgirl)

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Jordan:

I haven't left the room all day. I will stay in here for days if I could I can be so stubborn and Liv respects my space so she's going to let me ignore her until I'm ready. She's so mature and I'm a brat, I lash out at everything I never communicate with her. I should have let her explain herself instead of walking out. Liv is not me she's not a cheater she hates cheaters. I'm the cheater I sucked Ravi off instead of talking to her.

Liv would never cheat on you. Liv would never cheat on you. Liv would never cheat on you. Liv would never cheat on you.

She's better than me, she hates cheaters she would have never scoop so low she would have confronted me. I don't deserve her, she's too good to me and I'm damaged I- No I can't think that way we're end game were supposed to be together.

I can't even tell her what happened if I do she will never forgive me and she will dump me, I can't have that. Nobody going to love her as much as I do.

The door opened, damn do people not knock in this house. Aunt Jo was standing in front of the door. "Your cousin stopped by, it's too late for guest to come over so you need to go downstairs" I nodded, It's too late for guest to come over this house is extra for no reason. Maybe I should have stayed with Michael, paying rent doesn't seem so bad after all. I opened the front door and it wasn't Eli. Instead it was my lawyer.

"How did you found me?" I asked him. He had his hands in his pockets, "Eli told me you were hiding here." My eyes widened, "don't worry your mother doesn't know your here and I didn't tell her" he assured me. I let out a sighed and squinted, "so what do you what?" I asked. "I want to see if you're willing to take this case to court" he asked.

"No, I escaped why do I have to go to court," I said. "Just because you got away doesn't mean it's over, he's still out there Jordan and you know what he's capable of" he pointed out. I shook my head I can't see Scott again, I won't see him again. "Listen..." I paused.

I don't want to talk about it, just the thought of facing a judge and telling them what happened to me makes me feel weak it's embarrassing and I just can't, I can't face Scott.

That's not the guy I fell in love with, Scott different, no we both are were not the same people we were in high school. Scott was harmless he loved me, but now it's like he lost his morals unable to decide what's wrong or right. Murdering Brain, kidnapping me, beating me. He's far from gone and nobody can help him.

Therapy? yeah right, I scoffed even if I go what will it change I was still kidnapped I was still beaten. I'm not the same Jordan I'm stronger and even a little twisted. Everyone thinks they understand me nobody will understand how I feel they weren't there. They didn't see how scared I was, how I had to rethink every step before reacting because one wrong decision could end my life.

"Jordan" the man shouted. I looked him in his eyes, "Why are you doing this?"

"I know you're scared."

"I'm not scared!" I lied. "Stop talking to me like you understand you don't understand you will never understand" I reprimanded. He nodded, "you're right I don't understand and I never will know how you feel. But what I do know is if you don't testify another person could die. If it was me and I could prevent someone else from getting hurt I would. I mean wouldn't you?"

My lip was trembling, I was speechless I didn't know what to say. He's right but I'm petrified and can't face a jury. "I don't want to keep you out here it's cold." He dug inside his pocket and handed me a card. "Call me if you change your mind. But remember this is bigger than you." He walked off and I just stood there. I wanted to crumble the card but I couldn't. His words lingered If it was me and I could prevent someone else from getting hurt I would. I mean wouldn't you?

Olivia:

"May I ask you a question?" I asked aunt Jo. She was preparing food for my mother. My mother was watching one of her soap operas. She looked so calm sitting on the sofa, how can she sit like that man never came over. I know I need to let this go but I've tired. I want answers, no I deserve answers. Aunt Jo placed the plate in front of my mother. My mother tried to make out the words thank you. The doctor said she was going to need physical and speech therapy after her stroke.

"Yeah what is it?" my aunt asked walking to the kitchen. I wanted to know more about the prom and the pictures my mother was hiding.

"You and mom went to the same high school with Jordan's mom right?" I whispered. She nodded. "Who was my mother's date?" I asked. "I believe it was your dad?" she said drying off the dishes. I decided to help her. She washed the dishes while I dried them off and put them away. "What was his name?" I asked her. She smiled "Manny, I liked him. He was good for your mother it's hard to find good men. I never saw a man so in love with a woman. God bless his soul" she said.

"Manny what? Do you remember his last name?" I whispered.

"I don't remember your mother never really talked about him and you know your mom and I wasn't as close as we are now," she mentioned.

"Yeah" I said defeated.

"Why what are you up to?" my aunt said seeing past my bullshit. I swallowed, "I just wanted Jordan to see how our parents looked at prom" I said. She handed me another plate.

"You should ask your mom where she keeps the family pictures. I thought about what Val told me if I asked my mom she might freak out again. I'm better off finding the pictures myself. I shook my head, "I don't want to bother her but thanks, Aunt Jo.

She continued passing me the dishes, well that didn't work I guess it's back to square one. Once we were done with the dishes I went upstairs to knock on the guest door. She might still be upset with me but it can't hurt to try. I knocked on the door, "Jordan it's me are you awake?"

There was no answer so I knocked again, "hey I want to talk to you about what happened, please." There was still no answer, maybe she's sleeping or maybe she's still ignoring me because of the whole situation of me Val. I guess I should give her more time. I walked into my room and fall on my bed.

At least I know my father's name was Manny and he loved my mother. I wish I could remember the pictures.