“How could you do this to me? To us?”
I rub the fresh tears from off my face. “I’m so sorry. It just happened. I didn’t mean for this to happen, but, it’s … Jake.” I say this like it will explain everything away to him. “I’ve loved him since I was young.”
“You haven’t seen him for the last fucking decade!”
I don’t even make the attempt to try to explain to him. He would never understand the connection I have with Jake.
“I’ve loved you for two years of my life, Tru! Two years! I gave you everything! Trusted you! Would have given you anything! I gave you my heart for Christ’s sake! I wanted to marry you!”
His words blindside me. He wanted to marry me? We’d never even talked about it.
“All of it gone, because you’re some cheap whore who can’t say no to a fucking rock star! I never had you down as some slut groupie.”
He’s looking at me with utter disgust and contempt. And I deserve it.
“I’m sorry,” I cry. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ve loved Jake since I was young–”
“Spare me anymore of the goddamn details!”
Nervous, I look down at my hands, my eyes fixing on the bracelets. Jake’s and Will’s.
And then I just know I want Jake. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.
I unclip Will’s bracelet from my wrist.
Getting to my feet, I hold it out in my hand to him. “You should have this back,” I say quietly.
He looks down at my hand. Then he grabs the bracelet and throws it across the room.
His face becomes a blind rage. I’ve never seen him look this way before. Then he’s striding across the room, purposefully, angrily.
“Where are you going?” I ask panicked.
“To kick your fucking boyfriends’ ass!”
I’m moving quickly behind, but Will is already through the door, practically sprinting down the hall looking for Jake’s room. He’s like a man possessed.
I’m screaming after him.
Then I see Jake’s door open and he’s standing there scanning the hall, looking worried. He must have heard my screams.
Jake registers Will, then me, and it all just happens so quickly.
Will is on him, and he punches Jake in the face.
“NO!” I cry out, as I hear the crack from the impact.
I stop in my tracks, watching in horror, as Jake momentarily loses his footing, staggers slightly, his hand going straight to his mouth.
“Did you think you could fuck my girlfriend and I wouldn’t find out?! That I would do jack shit about it?!” Will yells at him. “I don’t give a fuck who you are! I’m gonna beat the shit out of you!”
Jake moves his hand away and I see the blood. He looks down at his hand, then runs his tongue over his lip, licking the blood and smirks.
“I’ll let you have that first one mother fucker, but not the next.” Jake sounds unnervingly calm.
Then he punches Will hard in his face. It’s so quick and unexpected.
“NO!” I scream out, again. “STOP, PLEASE!”
Will staggers back from the force and I try to help him, but he pushes me away, hard.
I lose my footing and fall against the wall hitting my shoulder, and fall onto my ass.
Jake’s face flames with rage. And then he’s on Will punching him to the floor, hard, repeatedly over and over.
I scramble up to my knees, finding my voice to scream, “NO! STOP!” begging Jake to stop, and then Dave is there, pulling Jake off Will.
Denny appears in the hall from behind me, and he’s straight in there, telling Dave to get Will out of here, and taking hold of Jake, pushing him back because he looks crazy right now, like he’s ready to kill Will.
I’ve never seen Jake looks so wild.
Then Simone is beside me, helping me up off the floor, putting her arm around me, holding me close.
Dave pulls Will up off the floor. He’s covered in blood, his lip looks cut and his eye is swelling already.
I can’t help the sob that escapes me. This is all my fault. He doesn’t deserve any of this.
Will shakes off Dave’s grip.
“So you need your fucking bodyguard and your * band member to help you fight your battles for you?!” Will yells at Jake.
I’ve never seen Will like this before. He’s like a different person. And I’ve done this to him.
I see Jake’s eyes narrow and he steps forward, malevolence clear on his face, but Denny pushes him back. “No man. Leave it.”
Dave pulls Will further back down the hall, turning, he releases him pushing him backwards. “You need to leave. Get your stuff and go,” Dave says firmly. “If you don’t I’ll remove you myself.”
Simone moves me out of the way, backing me up against the wall, as Will steps back.
He turns to me.
I see complete hatred on his face which is meant solely for me. Tears are running free from my eyes.
“I loved you, Tru. I would have done anything for you. But how wrong was I. You’re just some cheap fucking whore, like he is. You deserve each other.”
Then he turns and storms away. Dave walks past me, following Will as he goes back into my suite.