To heal a broken heart

Chapter 4

~Jayden's POV~

Kissing the slut more aggressively I try to forget about Holly's soft looking body, her melodic voice and mostly the hurt flashing through her eyes when she just saw me with Chelsea.

I greedily grip Chelsea's skinny ass. I need a distraction. She seems to understand and quickly wraps her legs around my hips. I don't waste another second and directly walk us to the next empty room, this time being a janitor's closet.

As always I fuck her hard and demanding, not caring how she feels about it. Still she moans like a bitch in heat.

Like so often before I can't stop myself from imagining Holly's fluffy body under my hands, her soft voice moaning at my harsh thrusts. Chelsea just isn't anywhere near her. Her skinny ass and fake boobs may be nice for the football team, but I prefer some real chub, not this fake skeleton. However, before Holly would accept me I'm sure the world would stop. She's just to out of my reach and I know it.

My twin's best friend always seemed like an angel to me. Always kind, always friendly and warm-hearted to anyone. Yet she always has to deal with her parents... I overheard some phone calls Juli had with her where they spoke about how her parents treat her and I wish they would see what I see in her. The gentle angel she truly embodies.

With a hard, last thrust I empty myself into the condom and pull out of Chelsea, not caring if she came for a fourth time or not. She whines, but I just ignore her, fix my clothes and exit the cramped room.

Normally I'm calm after a session with her, having let out my frustration. Today however I still have the picture of Holly in my mind. I feel like I could punch the fucking wall! I want her, not as a fucktoy, but as my girl. Over the years Juli is friends with her now I got enough time to observe and sometimes talk with her to know I'm whipped.

Furiously running my hand through my hair, I decide to skip school again. Exiting the building I make my way over to my second baby. It's a black Suzuki AEM Carbon Fiber Hayabusa, but I just call her Suzi.

She was expensive af, but my parents decided to give her to me for my 18th birthday one and a half years ago. I treat her like my right hand, she's my little treasure.

Starting the motor I feel her purr with power and quickly race out of the school's parking lot. Feeling the wind on my body I finally feel a bit of the tension fall off from my shoulders. I smirk at the feeling of flying. It's what I find best about riding her.

Ignoring most tempo limits, I make my way through the city and reach my destination in record time. It's an old skyscraper, which got abandoned. I discovered it back when I was 15 and fled from home after a fight with my parents and since then it's my safe haven.

Throughout the years that didn't change, I bought it and renovated two floors to use them to my advantages. Next to a boxing ring, fitness room, kitchen and bathrooms I made myself at home by adding beds and some of the most necessary furniture. Not to talk about the rooms I drag people into who mess with me or my friends.

Throwing my leather jacket on some couch and changing into jogging pants only I directly enter the gym. It seems nobody's here right now, so I have some space to let my frustration out into the open. Grabbing my worn-out boxing gloves, I turn on some aggressive rap music and start hitting one of the punching bags.

Half an hour later I sweat like a pig. I kinda destroyed the punching bag throughout the workout. The surface suddenly burst under one of my punches and the stuffing came out like crazy. Frustrated with myself even more I turned to the next, resuming to beat and kick it matching the beat of the rap in the background.

"My, my, someone's angry", a sudden voice sounds from behind me.

I whip around, nearly beating the owner of the voice in his fucking face.

"Hey there, calm down, man", my best friend Luke ordered calmly, stopping my fist smoothly. He's nearly as good as I am with fighting, so he knows how to handle me when I'm in one of my moods.

"What happened?"

"Ugh, sorry. I just saw her again today and I think her parents hit her. She had a fucking bruise on her left cheek. And, uhm, well... I kinda made out with Chelsea and she saw me. I don't know, I feel like I fucked up", I groan out.

Luke nods and lets me talk more, listening to my fucked up feelings being spilled. He's the only one knowing about my feelings for my sister's best friend.

I know him since we were kids, we went through everything together, always having each other's back. When his parents divorced I was there for him, when my dog died he was there for me. When I finally noticed my feelings for Holly he was the first one I told.

"I don't know dude, that sounds kinda fucked up. Don't you think you should finally tell her? Make sure she's alright? Or ask your sister if she knows something."

I just shake my head at his suggestions. I couldn't. I don't want to drag her into my messed up life and I'm sure she doesn't like me anyways. Why else should she always look at her feet whenever I'm near her?

I'm just not good enough.

"Let's get you distracted", Luke interrupts my thoughts and pulls me into the boxing ring. I just nod and a second later I have to stop a fist from colliding with my face. Another thing I like about him: Although I'm the boss around here, he never favors me.

We fight for at least another half hour, then I finally have enough and although still being frustrated with myself, we agree to take a break. Sprawling out on the couches standing around, I get my phone and go through some texts. Chelsea asked if I would come to her place in the evening. Ugh. I can't stand her, but perhaps some more fucking would get that beautiful angel out of my head for once.

Lighting a cigarette, I look over at Luke only to see him with heart eyes looking at his phone.

"What the fuck?!", I mutter out. "What are you looking at?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing!"

I just raise my eyebrows at him. He should know better than lying. Especially to me. I can read him like a book, just like he can do with me.

"Cut the bull and show me your phone", I grumble, not in the mood to have to worm everything out of him.

"What, no! Just leave it", he protests, but I'm already at his side, snatching his phone out of his hand. Seeing the panic in his eyes I turn the thing on without mercy.

What greets me however shocks the hell out of me. It's the face of my lovely sister, laughing in the sunlight of early spring. Luke freezes next to me.

"You have my sister as your wallpaper?!"

"Look, Jayden, I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you... I mean, she's your sister, man!", he squirmed around, avoiding my eyes.

"Exactly!", I shouted, suppressing a smirk watching him flinch. "How dare you to think about my sister like that?!"

"I, uhm- I'm sorry", he apologized again. "It just kinda happened, when I came to your place a few weeks ago. She opened your door and had some face mask on I think, but I just thought she looks perfect..."

"Ugh! Spare me the bullshit! If you ever hurt her, I'll personally rip your fingers off and shove them so far up your ass you can scratch your lungs, do we understand each other?!"

"But, Jay, what do you expect me to- Wait what? You're okay with it?"

His eyes are big, staring up at me as I finally let the grin coming through. I chuckle at his stunned expression.

"Luke, I can't imagine someone I'd approve of more than you. We know each other since forever, I know you'll treat her right", I tell him way softer this time. "Tho I won't favor you if I ever hear otherwise."

He gulps, but nods anyways.

"Now let's go see what the others are up to. I have a fight this evening", I grunt out, roughing myself up a bit to prepare my mind for the upcoming hours.