Jesse's Girl (COMPLETE)

Chapter 8

* Catherine *

I don't know what came over me.

The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass.

I couldn't breath.

I needed water.

I needed air.

Fuck why was is it so hot in here.

Was it the fact that the moment Jesse's hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once more.

I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body.

Without thinking I pulled it off over my head and threw it at his stupid face.

His stupidly sexy, perfect face.

'What the fuck is wrong with me!??!' I groaned internally as I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the tears that threatened to fall didn't whilst trying to restore a little sense of calm over myself.

Squeezing my eyes shut the darkness was quickly replaced by Joe's calming smile, I could hear his heartfelt laugh echoing in my mind.

Whenever I got angry or frustrated he would always pull me close, wrapping me up in his strong arms.

'You're a fiery little thing aren't you? But it's ok, you know why? Because you're my fiery little thing' he would chuckle.

I could still hear his voice echo in my ears as clear as day, as if he were right here beside me holding me once again.

God what I wouldn't give to be lost in his embrace just one more time.

Suddenly I felt my breathing start to steady and the heat in my cheeks start to fade.

'You're crazy ass isn't worth my time' I heard Jesse grumble from across the room.

I could feel his anger from here and I felt my own anger grow once more. I finally opened my eyes ready to give him a peace of my mind but before I could open my mouth he had turned on his heels.

I was left staring silently at his retreating back as he stalked across the lounge room towards the front door, slamming it behind him with such force I wouldn't have been surprised if he had splintered the damn wood.

'Fuuucckk' I groaned, not really sure why I was so bloody annoyed with myself.

I hobbled back to the couch and collapsed onto it, closing my eyes shut once more, hoping for memories of my Joe to once again flash before my eyes.

Instead the face I saw was Jesse's, his green eyes staring intently at me and I could feel every inch of my body longing  just to be near him again.

I quickly opened my eyes as a wave of guilt washed over me.

'Fuck this' I shouted into my now empty house, suddenly ashamed of myself.

I hobbled my way to the kitchen, searching through the cupboards until I found the bottle of whiskey that I knew my brother kept lying around.

Taking the lid off I took a huge swig, not even bothering with a glass and as soon as I felt that all too familiar burn hit the back of my throat I knew I would regret taking a sip because, like it always did, the cheap alcohol triggered the darkness from my past. My already tightly strung mind was quickly inundated with a flood of painful memories

My eyes started to sting as tears threatened to fall and roll down my cheeks. Taking another swig from the bottle, I squeezed my eyes shut once again in an attempt to stop the tears from escaping.