Bulletproof

Chapter 15

[3 Hours Later]

You felt yourself being jostled awake by a gentle hand. You opened your eyes, and the light emanating from the window was blinding, so blinding that you had to close your eyelids once more.

"Fuck," you groaned, "let me sleep some more."

The hand was persistent again and not relenting. You tried to shrug your shoulders to get the person to leave. However, the hand just came back. You opened your eyes again.

"Stop, just fucking stop," you yelled, sitting up, "I just want to fucking sleep for once."

You looked around and found yourself staring at the cerulean blue eyes of your ex.

What the fuck? Claire was here? How the hell is she here?

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her voice soft and kind.

It's definitely her!

"I feel like shit," you admitted, "but what are you doing here?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start" she chuckled

"Well start somewhere" you pressed "How do you know Ace and Jersey?"

"Ace and I are co-workers. That night at the bar Ace and I were working on a mission, and you flopped it - per usual," she confessed lightheartedly.

You were speechless.

"Jersey has no technical affiliation to the organization Ace and I work for; however, Ace pulls rank. She finds Jersey's set of skills very useful," Claire explained.

"Oh," you said, looking down at your hands, "so I fuck up everything."

"To put it bluntly, yes," replied Claire, still looking at you.

You were silent for a few seconds. What she had just said really struck home.

Maybe I am a fuck up, you thought, I keep on screwing up everything. I keep on hurting myself and people who I care about. I don't even deserve to be alive at this point.

You must have said your last sentence out loud since Claire placed her hand on your shoulder. Her blue eyes blazed with passion.

"Don't say that," she yelled, "you worth it. You are alive for a reason. Why do you think people try to save you? Is it because they want to see you suffer? Is it because they want to torment you more before you are dead? No! They care! They really do care!"

Tears ran down her cheeks as she gazed deeply into your eyes.

"I fucking care."

Without a warning she hugged you, the familiar scent of her shampoo and perfume made you crave more. You hugged her back, against your better judgement.

Why is my life always a mess?

At that moment someone knocked at the door. Bruce's face appeared in the doorway, followed by Jett. You and Claire break away, and you watched as Claire's face lit up with joy.

"JETT!" She exclaimed.

Claire and Jett exchanged a hug, a long, and affectionate hug, before they pulled apart just enough to kiss...

Wait what? KISS?!

Your mind raced, and your head pounded. You honestly didn't know what the fuck was going on anymore. Everything was moving so fast. The reality that you once knew wasn't true anymore.

What the hell is going on here?

You really wanted to ask that, but you kept your mouth shut. You continued to watch your ex continue her hot makeout session with Jett.