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Its not love (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED)Jenna Robinson is a young waitress finishing school. But one day she meets a guy named Tristan and her whole life changes. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 12, 2012    Reads: 665    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Chapter 19: In Lindsey's view

Lindsey's POV

I braided Alicia's pigtail and she quickly ran outside with her best friend, Beth. Jonathan ran outside with them and closed the door. I had a lot to do. I had to help Alicia and Jonathan with two projects. Clean the living room and the kitchen. Go grocery shopping.

Alicia came through the door and ran to me. "Mommy, there's a man in the driveway." She said. I narrowed my eyes and got up. I stepped outside to see Tristan leaning against his car. Okay he looked good even just standing there casually but he's a fucking asshole. I had to keep that in mind.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked.

Tristan stepped towards me. "I came here because of Jenna. Trust me this is the last thing on earth I wanted to do."

"Fuck her and fuck you." I said about to shut the door.

Tristan put his foot in the door to prevent it from closing. "Jenna loves you. And I'm doing this because I care about her."

"Yeah right. You care about Jenna. I guess so."

"If I didn't, why the hell would I tell her to move in with me?" He asked.

It was obvious why. "So you can fuck her anytime you want to."

Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose. "You are just like Jenna or she's just like you. I always liked her somewhat pissy attitude but when she starts acting like you, it's not really sexy anymore."

"I do not give a fuck about what's sexy to you and what's not. Just tell me why you're here so you can leave."

Tristan sighed and put his hands in his pockets. "She wants you to help her find a dress and find you one too." He said.

What the hell for? What? Were we going to a fucking ball? "For what?" I asked.

"Our wedding." He said nodding.

What? Wedding? They were getting married? "You asked her to marry you?"

Tristan nodded. "Yes I did. See? I care about her."

"Just so you can get her in your little trap and dominate her. Right? That's what you want to do."

"Think you're so right. I don't understand why she wants to be friends with a fat ass ugly cunt like you."

"Tristan, I've been verbally and physically abused my whole life. Your words don't hurt me."

"Ahh. Let me guess, school was shit for you. Your ex made you hate yourself. That says something."


"That you're a worthless cunt. Like I said. Don't come to the fucking wedding because I don't want you there." He turned away from me and got into his car and reversed out of the driveway.

I truly didn't understand what Jenna saw in him. I mean after his looks are just a huge pile of asshole. But maybe she liked that. I just felt like it was bullshit. This isn't going to be good. Her marriage with him is not going to be good.

I called Dean over my house to watch Alicia and Jonathan. His car pulled up to the driveway and I smiled. "Thank you."

He shrugged. "I love watching them. I'm always one call away, honey."

"Don't call me honey. I feel like a bored housewife." I said. Dean smiled and kissed me as I got into my car. He was my baby sitter, my boss and my lover.

I drove to the prison that Johnnie was being held in. I know that he's the only thing I've been talking about because of how bad he hurt me but I needed to see him. I needed to see him miserable and in agony just like all the shit he put me through.

I walked through the halls with the guards and they led me to a chair. In front of glass and there was another chair on the other side. I sat down and watched as Johnnie came out of a room and stared at me as he sat down. He had a beard much scruffier and his hair was thicker. He picked up the phone from one end and I picked up the phone from the other and held it to my ear.

"Hi pumpkin." He whispered. I always hated when he called me that.

"Don't call me that." I whispered.

Johnnie smiled. "Came here to see me suffer?" He asked.

"Yes and I'm enjoying it." I said smiling slightly. Johnnie smiled back.

"How many more years, baby?" I asked.

"Thirteen. They added the abuse and the drug charges on so…you know." He said shrugging.

"You look good in orange, Johnnie." I said.

He gave me a half smile. "How's my baby girl?" He asked.

"Alicia's growing up really well. Doing good in school. Jonathan, the exact opposite."

"If I was there I could make him into a man."

"You'd make him into a rapist, womanizer, drug addict and dealer. You're the last thing that Jonathan needs."

"Womanizer?" He asked in his rough voice that used to turn me on. I nodded.

"I might have done a lot of shit to you, pumpkin, but I never cheated on you."

"Yeah I was your special little fucking toy."

"Yes you were and you were very very fun to play with." He gave me a wicked smile and I wanted to die right then and there. I remember that smile.

The smile that went along with all the pain Johnnie has ever caused me.

"It feels good to know that now you'd be the one getting raped." I said nodding.

Johnnie's smile disappeared. "Dumb little bitch you are, pumpkin. Dumb little bitch. Just like I remembered you. That will always be your label. What did those fucking jocks see in you in high school? You'd spread your fucking legs for anyone. And I just had to come your way and get stuck in the dumbest fucking marriage ever."

"You decided to kidnap me and take me to Vegas and marry me."

"Back then when I cared, I knew I wouldn't take no for an answer."

"You were never a good man, Johnnie Gibson." I whispered.

"And you were never a good woman but I put up with your shit for thirteen years didn't I?"

I leaned forward. "I hope you rot in jail, baby. By the time you get out, me, Alicia, and Jonathan will be long gone you fucking psycho."

He flicked his tongue at me and smiled. "I'm the only guy whose ever gave you good head. Nobody else ever had a tongue like mine, pumpkin. I bet you miss my cock in your pussy too. I remember how warm it use to feel."

"It's just too bad you won't ever feel that again." I said shrugging.

Johnnie frowned. "Oh I will, Lindsey. Even if I had to take it from you like I did last time."

"Watch out, Johnnie. I heard that some guys turn gay in prison." I hung up the phone and stood up. I walked through the cold hallway and signed myself out and walked out of that place/ I needed to see him suffer and thank god that I did. It made me happy knowing he won't be getting out in another decade and three years.

As I got in my car….I called Jenna.

"Lindsey?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm on my way over."


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