Yours, Now and Forever Book #2(A Jordan Knight Fanfiction)

Ch. 5

Vivian's weekend with the kids was amazing. She didn't allow anything or anyone to ruin their time together. She was sick of letting angry Jordan take away from how far she had come. She was getting back to the her she was before Jason had fucked up her life, again. And she'd done it without any help or support from her husband. This fact pissed her off. She was sick of him being mad at her for taking care of herself. He had chosen not to be a part of it. Everyone else had taken time to do what had to be done to really be there for her.

Her dad and Diane had sat and listened, cried with her and then helped her move on. Angie and Donnie had also sat and listened, she and Angie cried together. Donnie cussed and yelled, then he cried with her and then they helped her move on.

Even Orlando, her dear, sweet friend had been her rock and anchor through it all. He had been the first to listen. He'd been the first to help her begin to move on. He had also been the one encouraging her to wait for Jordan to be ready, he'd tried to talk her out of moving to New York. For the first 6 months she'd been gone he had been Jordan's biggest cheerleader to Vivian. Even though he was in love with her. He always did what was best for her, whatever would make her happy.

So now, while driving to Boston, she could only think about how utterly sick of Jordan she was. She loved him so much. She didn't imagine she'd ever not love him. He was etched on her very soul. He owned her heart. But she was sick of his shit. And she wasn't going to let him continue to make her feel bad. He was going to hear what she had to say whether he wanted to or not.

When Vivian arrived at her dad's house she was so glad to see him. She didn't see him near enough now that she lived in New York. But they talked almost daily. Vivian realized she hadn't talked to Orlando since the night they...had been together. It wasn't like him not to call or text. She hoped everything was okay with them. Vivian excused herself to make a call.

She wandered to her old room and sat on her old bed as she called Orlando. It rang and rang, she was afraid he wasn't going to answer. Fear crept into her heart, he was letting her go to voicemail. Then he answered, "Hello pretty lady!" He always sounded so happy to hear from her. "Hello to you. Why haven't I heard from you this weekend?"

Orlando was quiet for a second, "I was just giving you time with the kids."

"Liar."

He laughed, "You're right that's a lie. I wanted more than anything to call you. But I was.." he stopped talking suddenly.

"You were what Lando?"

"I was scared. Scared you'd tell me it didn't mean anything, that it was a mistake. That you regretted it. Or that I was shite in the sack."

"Oh Lando, I don't regret it. How could I? And you know you're not shite in the sack. And of course it meant something. I'm just not sure what it meant. Maybe we can get some dinner when I get back tonight."

She heard him exhale, "I'd really like that."

"I've got to go by Jordan's first, then I'm heading home. I'll call you when I leave Boston."

"You're going to Jordan's? Are you going to tell him about the other night?"

"Not if he doesn't ask. I'm not ready for that argument. Talk to you soon Lando."

Vivian stayed just a few more minutes at her dad's, then she kissed the kids goodbye and told them daddy would pick them up soon.

She drove to Jordan's house, it was strange that she thought of it as just his place now, not theirs anymore. When he answered the door he looked like happy Jordan. "Vivian this is still your house too, you don't have to knock."

"Its only right that I knock though, since I'm not living here. I got your messages. I'm sorry I missed them, I was in bed and I'd left my phone in the living room. I'm glad you're ready to hear about what happened with Jason." She saw him visibly flinch at his name alone. He wouldn't make it through the whole story.

"Let's go sit and I'll tell you everything."

They moved into the family room, it had the most comfortable furniture. They sat on the oversized couch. Each at one end, facing each other. They stared at each other for the longest time. Until finally Vivian inhaled and exhaled. And she began telling what he had dreaded hearing.

"Well you saw the tape when he came after me. He drove us up to our old house in San Francisco. No one lives there. It was just an empty house. The very first thing he did when he dropped me onto the filthy floor of our bedroom was to strip me naked and rape me right there on that disgusting floor. He did this again and again, everyday that he had me." Jordan tried not to react, but his face betrayed him. He winced at the mental imagine he had in his head.
"He told me he was making up for lost time with his wife, since I never came for a conjugal visit at the prison I put him in. When I told him I was no longer his wife, that I was yours now. He raped me a little more painfully. Said he was going to fuck you right out of my head. When he was done, I told him he would never be able to fuck you away because you were a thousand times the man he would ever be. That's when he broke my arm."

Jordan looked at Vivian with such anger in his eyes, "Why the hell did you taunt him?"

"To let him know I wasn't that weak girl he used to beat up. I wanted him to know I was strong and if I was going out, I was going out telling him exactly what I thought of him. I wasn't going to be scared and beg him not to hurt me like I used too. Because fuck him."

Jordan shook his head, but a slight smile formed on his lips. That's my girl!!

"Then I guess he got bored with me or got his fill of hurting me. He told me he was going to kill me. I said nothing. Then he asked me who was watching the twins. Said he wished I'd have brought them with me from Boston. He said he knew you weren't watching them because you had left me all alone with them to go back on tour. He said that's how he knew it was the right time. He said he chose then to finally put his big plan into action, because he read in magazines that the great Jordan Knight was touring again while his beautiful wife was home working on a film. So he beat me up and when he thought I was dead or close to it, he drove right out of town and threw me out of his car, down a slight ditch like embankment. Then he was gone. So that's it Jordan."

Jordan sat across from her, tears falling down his cheeks. All he could say was, "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault." He dropped his head into his hands and wept. Vivian stood up, patted him on the back, kissed the back of his head, and left his house. She drove back to New York. She knew Jordan hadn't been ready.