WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Yrene's PoV

I wake up with an awful pain in my body and the memories come flooding back, my head hurt like a bitch and when I felt my lip, it hurt too but, thankfully, had somewhat, over the course of the night, scabbed over. 

Groaning at the agony that shoots through me when I attempt to get up from my bed, I make my way to my washroom; Jason is sleeping on the couch, oblivious to the fact that I am up. 

I look at myself in the washroom mirror and feel almost disgusted at myself; I lift up Chase's shirt, my ribs are bruised as is my stomach but luckily my face is unmarred, well, except for that one cut on my lip. 

The more I looked at myself in the mirror, the more I remembered the terrible night that I so wanted to forget, and the more thankful I became for Jason being there; the more I cried by thinking of what would've happened if he it had not been so, if he had not been there, if he hadn't looked out for me and all of this makes me want to go to the one person I need the most right now and so I ring him up.

My voice is quivering when he answers in his husky morning voice that in other circumstances would've made my toes curl,

"Hel-hello Chase?" 

"Nene, baby, what's the time? What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?"

He bombards me with questions as he listens to the strain in my voice; I already know that he is worried out of his wits.

"Chasey I need you." I try to be direct with him" Right now. Can I come over? Please?"

"Why are you crying? You're worrying me baby. But yeah come over." 

"Th-thanks." I manage to be grateful amidst my unappealing sniffling.

"Never thank me again for anything. This is what I'm here for. For you."

Wiping away my tears with the warm faucet water and redoing the ponytail Jason had made for me last night, I walk out. 

Only to find him standing outside, looking shocked; very shocked.
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Jason's PoV

I was about to enter the washroom when I heard her sniffles...and conversation? Yes, it was undoubtedly a conversation between her and some one she definitely liked and found comfort in. Chasey? 

I had never heard of him before but before I could delve deeper into my own thoughts she unexpectedly opened the door to find me standing there and adopted a cold and stoic attitude towards me.

"I know you've heard my conversation Jay."

" I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

"As you should not." 

"Who is Chasey?"

"I said it before and I'm saying it again: you're not bound to me and I'm not bound to you. I hold you to no promises or rites and you must not hold me to any either."

"Yes, you're right. This is just a forced relationship if anything at all and nothing else."

"Indeed." 

Before I could leave she stopped me yet again and being the lovesick idiot I was, I stayed. 

"Jay", she continued, "thank you. For last night. For saving me. For staying with me. For everything. And yes, we will always be friends before anything else, even fiancé's." 

I gave her an acknowledging nod but she continued.

"Also I kind of need a favour."

"Depends."