Three is better than one.

Chapter12

*Jack’s POV*

A disgusting feeling of guilt appeared in my stomach as I watched her run away in tears. But I had to stay strong…remembering how my parents turned out; I didn’t want a life like them. When she was completely out of site, I pushed the girl that was dancing with me aside and walked away towards the bar. I sat on the stool with my head in my hands, trying to forget about Priya…how I intentionally hurt her.

*Priya’s POV*

I ran away as fast as I could after taking off my painful stilettos. I felt humiliated, being fooled like that. I probably looked like a total mess, my tears caused the mascara and eye liner to stream down my face and I was barefoot on the filthy sidewalk. There were no taxis at this hour; I didn’t know what to do. Kelly couldn’t drive and she was probably sleeping right now. I was also terrified what my parents would do to me if I asked them to pick me up at a nightclub, past midnight without their permission. The only other person left to call was Jeremy, I got my phone out of the clutch I was carrying and dialed his number.

“Hello?” he answered.

“H-hey…it’s P-Pr-Priya.” I sobbed into the phone.

“What’s wrong?! What happened to you?!” He asked with worry.

“I’ll e-ex-explain la-later. Bu-but can y-you p-pic-pick me up?” I asked in between my crying.

“Sure, where are you right now?!” he questioned with concern.

“At the Fr-Free-Freedom Friday Nigh-nightclub downtown.” I sniffled

“I’ll be right there.” He said urgently before hanging up.

I knew that it would take him at least 20 minutes to get here, so I found a place to sit and wait. There was an empty bench beside the entrance, so I decided to plant myself there. I continued to cry, I couldn’t help it. My chest was hurting and I just kept thinking about how stupid I was to believe that Jack would treat me any better than he did with any other girl. I didn’t know if I could ever love again after this experience…the scene of him staring me straight in the eye while dancing with someone else felt like a thousand knives stabbing me, over and over again. I sat there, the whole time just sobbing with my face buried in my hands. I knew people were staring at me but I ignored them.

I suddenly heard a loud vroom, it stopped right in front of me. I lifted my head and opened my teary eyes to see Jeremy rushing out of his car and towards me. Without a word he scooped me up, bridal style and carried me into his car. My lips could barely move through the sobbing to say anything to him, so I just let him do as he pleased.

*Author’s POV*

Jeremy could hear her cryingnquietly most of the ride to his house. When they finally arrived, she was fast asleep. He looked at her face, it was stained with tears and runny mascara, but she still seemed so peaceful. He didn’t dare to wake her up, despite his curiosity as to why she was crying so much at a nightclub. He got of the car and went around over to her door to open it. Carefully, he picked her up out of her seat. With his left hand supporting her back, he began to blush when his right hand held onto her bare thighs, as her dress was fairly short. But he couldn’t think about that right now, it was freezing at this time of night and she didn’t even have a sweater. Carrying her like a princess, he rushed to the grand front doors of his house and rang the doorbell with his foot. An old maid in her late fifties opened the doors,

“Master! What are you doing, this late at night?” She worriedly said as she ushered him into the house. “Who is this girl you’re carrying?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” he answered as he began to walk up the large staircase with the maid following behind, “just prepare a warm towel and some clothing for her. Bring them to my room.”

“Yes, sir.” She said politely before leaving to fetch his requests.

Jeremy quickly rushed into his room carrying Priya. He laid her onto his neat but empty bed and turned his attention towards the maid that entered the room with a towel. She held small bowl of warm water and a fluffy bath robe as well. She set it on the table beside him and bowed before exiting the room.

“Thank you.” He said as she walked away.

He got a stool and sat down beside her as he began to carefully wrap the large, fluffy bath robe around her.  Luckily she still remained fast asleep. He dipped the small towel into the bowl of warm water and began to gently clean the remaining makeup off of her complexion. After doing so, he didn’t know what else to do to help her. So he got off of the stool and went around to the other side of the bed to adjust the pillow comfortably under her head.

He was still exhausted from carrying her up the large steps of his house, so he took a seat beside her on his bed and rested his legs on top. He stared at her, and began to think of how miserable she sounded on the phone earlier and how much he could hear her crying during the ride home. While looking at her, his eye lids began to become heavy and soon he drifted off to sleep beside her.