Fight, Jamiee - Ellie R. Hunter Page 0,3
hot water.
He fucking hit her, marking her beautiful, golden soft skin, and went off to the awards show like he isn’t a piece of shit. What the fuck is wrong with him?
Focusing on the rising water, I try to calm myself, but it doesn’t help. Not one little bit.
When the bath is ready, I go to shout for her, but she’s standing in the doorway, clutching my hoodie around her.
“I’ll leave you to it. Call me if you need anything else.”
She sighs. “You’ve already seen everything. I want you to stay.”
When my phone rings for the tenth time, I switch it off and busy myself with collecting some fresh towels while she undresses and climbs into the water.
Setting them on the shelf by her head, I slide down to my ass and lean against the bathtub.
I don’t particularly want to know the details, but I feel like I should know what the hell went down. “Why did he put his hands on you?”
I can’t believe those words have to leave my mouth. It makes me sick to see what he’s done to her beautiful, perfect face. Never, not once, has it occurred to me to put my hands on a woman.
“I was breaking up with him and he didn’t like it. He said with the awards show happening tonight, and you two being in the same categories, that I was being selfish. I went to call Damon, and that’s when he flipped.”
It’s so hard to stay where I am and not go after him.
I could easily call Damon, who’s in the same room as him, and tell him what Deacon’s done, but I don’t. I’ll look after her tonight and bide my time until I next run into that motherfucker.
“Why didn’t you call Damon instead of me?”
She said it herself, she was going to call him when Deacon was still with her.
“I wanted you,” she murmurs, causing my chest to constrict. “You were the first one I thought of after he…”
“You haven’t wanted me in a long time, sweet thing.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m fucking hyped she called tonight. Not the reason behind it, but she did. Yet, a part of me feels used. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be here for Jamiee whenever she needs me. Nothing could change how I feel about her.
“You’re the one who told me you couldn’t love me when it was painfully obvious you did. It hurt too much to be near you and not be with you.”
“So you decided to shack up with Lockheart? How does that make sense?”
I shouldn’t be arguing with her, but I can’t help myself. I need to hear her explanation, and I’ve waited long enough.
“I’m not going to talk to you while you’re angry. Don’t blame me for the path that led me to Deacon when it was you who changed our course.”
I hate the sound of his name coming from her lips.
I hate the thought of her being with him.
More importantly, I hate myself, because she’s right.
It’s my fault, but it’s not a mistake I intend to make again.
“I know, and I’m sorry. Have your bath and stay here tonight where I know you’re safe. Tomorrow we’ll figure out what your next move is.”
“I don’t want Damon to know about this. He’s happy with Alice now, and I don’t want anything spoiling that for him.”
“Fine.”
What’s one more secret to keep from my best friend?
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Jamiee
My bottom lip is throbbing, and the side of my face feels like it’s been kicked by someone wearing a steel-toed boot.
I never saw him like that before.
I didn’t think he had it in him.
He’s always been so nice to me.
Platitudes I’ve heard a million times before from others, and have repeated myself after the first time he hurt me. I have none for the second, third, or fourth time, and so on.
I used to think women would be able to see that glimpse of violence in their men. How can you go months only seeing the good, and out of nowhere they hurt you, and you didn’t see it coming? It didn’t seem possible to me, but the reality of it all has shaken me to the core, making me feel terrible for being a naïve, judgemental bitch.
Rolling onto my side, I watch the sun rise through the windows, wondering how my life came to this. One minute, I’m in love with a guy I’ve known my whole life. A man I had no business falling for. When he broke my heart, I