Its not love

By: IceBreaker

Chapter 8,

Chapter 8: Fuck him

Two months later.........

 

I ran into the bathroom and shut the door quickly. I felt like my stomach dropped a hundred feet. And I was filled with disbelief in my head. No that didn't just happen. No, Tristan did not just do what he did to me. But the pain in my eye said differently. I slowly turned to look in the mirror at my eye where the skin was kind of dark and becoming swollen. Tears wanted to come down but I held them back.

 

A month ago things had been great. All until this moment. Rage filled my body. My heart. My fucking soul. I was taught not to let anyone touch me like that. My dad taught me how to fight and defend myself from guys. I shouldn't let this happen.

And the reason it did was because I talked back to him but I was an adult. I was allowed to.

 

I touched my throbbing eye and as soon as I did, a fist banged on the other side of the door. I leaned against the door and locked it and slid down to the floor.

 

"Open the door, Jenna." Tristan said softly. I shook my head. Now the tears were swelling up into my eyes. I closed my eyes slowly as I felt them slide out.

 

"Jenna, Jenna, open. the. fucking. door." He said slower which made him sound angrier.

 

"Fuck you." I said back. Tristan banged on the door harder.

 

"Listen, Jenna, I'm sorry okay? You were just irritating me. I had a bad day at work. My parents are irritating me. You were nagging me and I just couldn't take it so I hit you but it won't happen again. Okay? Come out of there." He said in his melty voice that he knew I couldn't resist.

 

"Do you think I'm stupid, Tristan?" I asked. He stayed quiet and I banged the door. "Huh? Do you think I'm stupid? Get the fuck out of my house."

 

"Unlock the door and let me in." He said. His soft tone became threatening.

 

"Or what?" I asked touching my eye that was becoming black.

 

"You'll see what happens if you don't."

 

"Fuck you, Tristan Niles." I whispered. He stayed quiet. I heard his footsteps walk away for a little. I wiped my tears away and looked to the clock hung up above my window. 3 A.M.

 

Tristan's footsteps came back to the door and I heard him as he sat down. He leaned against the door on the other side.

 

"Jenna?" He asked.

I kept quiet and closed my eyes while I hugged my knees.

 

"Jenna? I will never hit you again. Never again. You hear me? Just open the door and let’s talk."

 

"No. You can leave."

 

"I love you, Jenna. Come on. Please just open the door."

 

"Tristan, leave my house right now."

 

"No. Open the door."

 

"Tristan I'm serious. Leave my fucking house. Now." I got up and turned to the door and unlocked it and opened it. Tristan was staring at me.

 

"I want you out."

 

"Fuck. I said I was sorry! What the fuck else do you want?"

 

"You to leave. Now." I said. Tristan stared at me glaring. He soon stepped back and left out of the room and I heard the door shut closed. I went and locked it and turned off every light in the house after i put a rag filled with ice on my eye. I turned on the TV and sat the ice down on my night stand and laid down. I couldn't get that whole scene out of my head although it was all i wanted to do. My eye was still throbbing. But I soon did fall asleep.

 

 

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. My eyes were still closed as I reached for it and put it to my ear. "Not waking up." I said sleepily.

 

"Oh yes the hell you are if you want to keep your job." Dean said. I turned my head on my pillow and sighed. "Dean, I never asked for a day off before. Come on."

 

"We're really busy this morning, Jenna. If you're not in in the next ten minutes. You can kiss your job goodbye."

 

"Come on, I'm the best friend of your girlfriend, let me keep the job, Dean."

 

"You don't even need it, Jenna. Your dad is like rich. Isn't he a mob boss or something?"

 

"Ha ha very funny. No my dad works in....well I don't know but I'm on my way." I said.

 

"Good." Dean hung up the phone and I threw my phone on the other side of the bed and stood up and stretched. I walked into the bathroom and my eyes grew wide as harsh reality settled. My eye was very dark. Fuck. I can't go to work like this. I did have makeup I could use to cover it up.

 

I quickly showered and placed makeup on my eye. Dark eyeshadow to match my black eye. I decided it was best. I rushed out of the house and hurried to the diner. I walked in and straight to the back. Dean was staring at me. "I know. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry."

 

I grabbed my uniform and quickly changed in the bathroom and then walked back out. Lindsey stared at me as I grabbed a pad of paper and a pen and took orders. The customers all narrowed their eyes at me and gave me weird looks. I think the amount of eye shadow was too much. But imagine how worst it would be if i just walked in with a black eye.

 

I got back to the kitchen and placed down a sheet of paper. "Tuna fish sandwich on toasted wheat and an ice tea." I said giving the order to the cook. Lindsey looked at me.

 

"Honey, what the hell happened to your face?" She asked.

 

"What?"

 

"You look like an emo chick with seventeen pounds of makeup on."

 

"I wanted to try something new okay?" I asked.

 

Lindsey narrowed her eyes at me and then turned her head. "Your boyfriend is here." She said. I turned to look where she was looking. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

 

"Fuck him." I whispered.

 

Lindsey's eyebrow rose. "What?" She asked.

 

I shook my head. Dean walked pass us. "I'll go take his order." He said. I grabbed the plate the cook gave to me and gave it to a woman and gave her her iced tea. Dean walked over to me. "He's requesting you and he's acting like a smartass. You should go handle that."

 

"I don't give a fuck about what he wants. Fuck him."

 

"Well you go tell him that, Jenna. I'm not going to get in the middle of it." Dean walked back to the kitchen and I looked at Tristan sitting in his usual spot. I slowly walked over and stood in front of him.

 

"There are about 20 more diners that are closer to your house than this one." I said. Tristan licked his lips and then ran his fingers through his hair. "I've been up all night thinking about what I did."

 

"What do you want, Tristan? I'm working. I don't have any time for your piece of shit guilt speech."

 

"Even if you don't forgive me, you still deserve an apology."

 

"Damn right I do. But I don't want to hear it. You can leave now." I said.

 

“I just got mad for a second. But I swear to you I’ll never do it again, Jenna.”
 

“I don’t believe you. Guys will tell a girl anything.”

 

“That’s true but I’m serious.”

 

“Fuck you.” I turned and walked back to the kitchen. Lindsey stared at me. “Okay, what’s going on?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“You come to work with a shit load of eye shadow on and then you cuss out your boyfriend.”

 

“You heard that?”

 

“Everyone did.”

 

I sighed. “I’m sorry I just……”

 

Lindsey stared at my eyes and then her eyes widened and understanding appeared on her face. “Oh my fucking goodness.” She turned to look at Tristan and then looked back to me. “He hit you didn’t he?” She asked. I didn’t answer. Lindsey turned and started walking towards Tristan’s table. I tried to call her back but she didn’t listen and she shrugged me off.

 

I watched as she was having a low conversation with Tristan. I just stood back and waited. I then saw Lindsey bang the table hard and then walk back towards me. “He’s an asshole. Why did you let him hit you?”

 

“It came out of nowhere, Lindsey. I was too shocked to fight back.”

 

Lindsey sighed. “You’re staying over my house tonight, Jenna. Okay?”

 

I nodded.

 

Lindsey stared at me and then pulled me into her arms. “You’re my best friend. I never want to see you hurt.” She whispered. I nodded while holding back tears. I’m so fucking mad at Tristan. I could fucking kill him right now. And I knew Lindsey wanted to kill him as much as I did.

 

“You know what? Lindsey, I’ll stay at my own house tonight.” I said.

 

“You sure?”

 

“Positive. I’ll be fine.” I said. Lindsey nodded.

 

“Okay but I’m gonna call you to make sure you’re okay.”

 

“Thanks.” I said.

 

Lindsey suddenly smiled widely as she looked behind me. What?” I asked.

 

“Your dad.” She whispered. I turned and my dad walked in. I smiled and walked over to him. “Hey dad.”

 

“Hey. Umm….what’s with all that shit on your face?”

 

“Just…..trying something new. Don’t worry it’ll never happen again.”

 

“Okay. I just wanted to stop bye and say hi. I was in the neighborhood.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Handling some business.” He said nodding.

 

“What kind of business?” I asked.

 

He narrowed his eyes. “Why do you want to know?”

 

“Don’t you think we should be a little more honest with each other?”

 

“Yeah. We should be. So what really happened? Why do you have all the makeup on?” He asked leaning against the counter.

 

“I……”

 

“Did that bitch hit you?” He asked.

 

I shook my head. “Why is that your first assumption? No dad he didn’t hit me. Everything’s fine. I’ll take care of it.”

 

“Jenna, first time he hits you, tell me. Okay?”

 

“Yes, yes dad. I get it.”

 

“Is the make up a cover of a black eye?” He asked staring me in my eyes.

 

I shook my head. I wanted to handle this on my own. I couldn’t get help for the rest of my life.

 

“Fine. Me and Haley will come by later. Okay?”

 

I nodded. He turned and looked over at Tristan who was still sitting in the booth. Then my dad looked at me. “I’ll be back.” He whispered and went and sat in the booth with Tristan. Oh shit. My dad is about to start some shit. He doesn’t let anybody fuck with the people he loves.

 

After a couple minutes, Tristan got up and walked out of the diner. I looked at my dad and he nodded once and then walked out of the place.

 

 

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