I'm Here to Fix You

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Chapter 52

CHAPTER 52 - OH, FUCK!

“Will you stop staring at me like that? I’m fine.” I snapped. It’s all very sweet that your boyfriend worries this much about you, but when you can barely move a muscle that he follows you with his eyes, it gets unnerving.

“The patch on your forehead says otherwise.” Jake grumbled. He obviously doesn’t agree with me going to work after what happened last night. I say why not? We rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night and they patched me up within a couple of hours, which allows me to be perfectly punctual for work.

I won’t give my co-workers any more reason to think I’m being treated differently just because I’m the boss’ girlfriend. They’re already murmuring behind my back, all because Jake had the brightest idea to make our relationship known to the whole office over a month ago. Not that there weren’t rumors before, but him coming straight to me after a stressful day spent dealing with his uncle and kissing the heck out of me in the middle of the office was quite an announcement. If they had doubts before, they were sure after that. Needless to say, Hillary didn’t take it too well.

I sighed, fixing my hair just so the patch couldn’t be seen. “You heard the doctor. It’s nothing to worry about. It’s not even the first time I knock my head, I’m fine.”

“You lost a lot of blood, Silvia.”

I rolled my eyes, finally ready to go to work. “The thing about blood, is that we’ve got a shit ton of it, so don’t worry, I won’t bleed out just yet.” Although it is true that I lost a lot of blood.

You must be wondering, what the hell happened? Well, put simply: Jake has nightmares; those nightmares are often violent; his girlfriend, aka me, doesn’t agree with sleeping separately, therefore she has been taking it upon her to subside said nightmares when they come. Well, last night I couldn’t. The nightmare was more violent than usual, so when I tried to block Jake, like always, I wound up being tossed out of the bed, and I wound up knocking my head against the nightstand.

There. Now you have it. Nothing so dramatic. He speaks of blood gushing out, but the truth is, I just hurt my temple, nothing too bad. I lost consciousness due to the blow. Obviously, my boyfriend took it as bad as you could imagine.

“Silvia ...” Jake rubbed the bridge of his nose, not at all in the mood to joke for once, “don’t you see? It could have gone a lot, lot worse!”

“But it went well instead.” I forced a smile on my face. Yes, my head does hurt. Yes, I am worried about what have I gotten into. Yes, every fiber of my being tells me to listen to him and just give up. But I won’t. Of course I freaking won’t. I’m a fighter, I won’t give up so easily, especially not now that we seem to be going so well, not now that we’re this close to tackling his issues, Dr. Martin agrees with me.

“I could have killed you.”

“But you didn’t, and you wouldn’t.”

“You know I can’t control myself when ...” Jake cursed under his breath, “Jesus Christ, woman, what are you even doing here?! You should have run off so long ago!”

I half smiled, turning around to look at him. I walked over to him, and raised my hand to caress his cheek, though not before having tucked my arm safely beneath my cardigan. He shouldn’t see the bruises, sense of guilt would kill him. “I’m a stubborn ox, you should know that by now.”

“Silvia ...” Jake sighed, grabbing my hand to slip it off his face, pushing me away, and began to pace the room, “you don’t understand ... this is no child’s play. If it happened once, it may happen again. Next time might be worse, so much worse. I just ...” he sighed heavily, kicking the wall by good measure. My heart sank when his voice broke. “I couldn’t live with myself if I ...” he closed his eyes when his voice failed him.

I took slow steps, approaching him calmly, until I was sure he wouldn’t react too harshly if I touched him. I slid my arms around his torso, and left my head against his back, which I kissed. “I’m not giving up on you, Jake. Not now, nor ever.” He jerked against me, as if to shrug me off, but I resisted. “I’m tougher than I look, I can handle this.”

“You can’t!” He pushed back against me, snatching my hands off him, mad. “You can’t handle this nor me. You can’t keep going like this. It’s been four months!”

“And I’m still fine.”

He scoffed. “The fact that you used up almost all the bandages you bought when you first started sleeping at my place should tell you you’re not.”

Of course he noticed, how could he not. The wonderful thing about Jake, is that even if his mind has been submitted to the worst sufferance, even though it’s been through all that pain, not to mention drugs, alcohol and whatnot, his brains is still there. He’s still the sharpest mind I’ve ever met.

“Well, ok, maybe I got hurt now and then ... but it wasn’t always you. I’m kind of clumsy, you know.” I smiled as cheerfully as I could manage, but he didn’t budge. It’s true that I’ve been hurt sometimes these months.

A bruise here, a cut there, nothing too bad, it happens when your averagely sized female frame has to repeated block, pin down and soothe a 180 pounds strong man every night. However there are times when the marks aren’t easy to hide, and the result is ... an overprotective neighbor convinces herself that your boyfriend is abusing you, so she calls the police, and he gets interrogated multiple times, until you assure them he didn’t hit you.

Apparently now they don’t need you to press charges to arrest him, so ... I had to spend hours convincing Lulu’s mom that Jake doesn’t abuse me, that if she sees bruises now and then, it’s only because lately I’m more tired than usual, so I’m clumsier. She bought it in the end, but Jake did spend a night in jail.

“Come on ...” I pinched his cheek, “where’s the cocky jerk I know?” This whole situation feels surreal sometimes, but I’ve learned long ago that my life is a soap opera. We even have the evil ex loitering around, waiting to see when will I give up. Although, officially, Olivia has started over with her life, moved out of Jake’s place, found a job and all. She might even be dating some guy she met at the gym she works at.

Jake looked livid and terrified at the same time when he stepped back. “We’re not going any further than this.” He claimed. “I’m not gonna stand here and watch you get hurt because you’re too stubborn to realize.” His steely gaze didn’t leave me a moment, yet I knew he died inside when he spoke those words: “It’s over. Consider yourself free of me. I’ll leave the publishing house, so you won’t have to see me. Get on with your life, just pretend you never met me. It’ll only do you good.”

I should have cried, I should have begged him not to break up with me, I should have appealed to his feelings for me. Any woman would have done that. Me? I did only one thing. I slapped the taste out of him.

“You say such a thing again, just try.” I spat through gritted teeth. “Just try one more time to dump me, I dare you.”

“Silvia ...”

“I’m a grown woman, Jake. I can make my own decisions, thank you very much. And if I choose to stand by you despite everything, if I decide to stay, it’s not because I’m a stupid girl that is prey to her feelings and hormones. It’s because I believe in you, in us. It’s because I know we have a future ahead, and I’m not going to let you ruin it with your stupid fears.” Did I really say that? Wow. Love really changes people.

Or maybe it’s just that, even though these months have been the most draining of my life, they’ve also been the happiest. I am, indeed, happy, and there’s nothing he can say to make me change my mind. I’ve never been this certain of anything, I’ve never known so surely where my life is headed. I’ve never felt this good since ... since Matilde passed away. My God, I’ve even quit taking antidepressants.

Maybe it’s because I’ve focused on my boyfriend, I’ve gathered all my strength and attention around him, to make sure he stays on the right path. Or maybe it’s because, as cliché as it sounds, the only real way to cure depression is to be happy, and beside Jake, despite everything, despite the long road ahead, I’ve been ever so happy.

“It’s not a stupid fear when it knocks you out of your senses.” Jake grumbled. “It’s not a stupid fear when I have to constantly beware of the things I could do to you in my sleep.”

“Even so. It’s my choice, not yours.” I stated firmly.

“You’re a fool woman.” He scoffed. “Weren’t you all reason and logic? Where did that Silvia go? She’d be quite useful now.”

I half smiled, taking a step closer to him, to caress his cheek. “She packed her bags ever since you entered my life and cast off every fiber of reason in me.” I chuckled. “Was I any more sensible, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you in the first place, don’t you think?”

Jake cracked the tiniest smile, a sign that I was partly succeeded, but his features soon clouded over again. “You know I’m going to destroy you, Silvia.” The slightest hint of a tear hid behind his hazel-green eyes, but I spotted it, quite clearly. “Don’t let me.” He nearly begged. “Don’t let me be your doom.”

“You’re not.” I claimed, even though I have no idea where does all this boldness come from. Maybe it’s that I’ll be 25 in a couple of months, so I’m more mature, or maybe it’s that other than scare me off, every blow, every issue we face, does nothing but convince me more that my place is beside him. “I mean, you can be a huge pain in the ass, and there are days when I really, really, really feel like breaking your annoyingly cocky face, but ... in the end, you’re my better half. And that’s that.”

“But-”

“Ah!” I covered his mouth with my hand before he could speak. “Don’t you dare argue. I said we’re going to last, and that’s final.” He frowned, which made me half chuckle. “And no, you get no saying in that. I decide. You’re stuck with me, and that’s final.”

Jake tensed up, ready to argue, but seeing me resolute, in the end he relaxed, and I retrieved my hand, smiling when he pulled me into him. “You’re a fool woman.”

“I learned that from a jerk I once met.”

He chuckled, finally, his hands wrapping around me, and he kissed my injured temple, making me whimper the slightest, but luckily he didn’t hear me. “I’ve definitely made a mushy mess of you, huh?”

I punched his side. “How’s that for mushy?”

Jake laughed, pulling me closer, his hands slipping to my butt. “I keep telling you, baby,” he nibbled on my earlobe, “I like it rough ... you should know that by now.”

I bit my lips not to moan when he started trailing kisses all over my neck. Oh, I know what he likes ... I know that all too well by now ... four months into dating Jake Watson. My eyes have officially been opened, sex has little to no surprise for me, I can assure you. We could have shown you, but ... if you’ll allow me, I’d rather keep my boyfriend’s nakedness as private as possible. Sorry, fangirls.

“By the way,” Jake mentioned, chuckling, “I would beg to differ.”

“About what?”

“You said I’m a pain in the ass ...”

Oh, here we go. “Don’t say it.”

“But we’ve always used lube ...”

I pushed him off, rolling my eyes. “Oh, my Lord, you have the humor of a horny teen boy sometimes!” He laughed, which was a welcome effect, but I was still irked. There’s no end to his dirty jokes, believe me. That mouth of his ...

Jake grabbed my hand, pulling me into him again. “Come on ... it wasn’t that bad.”

“You’re lame.”

“I’m actually not.” He bit his lips seductively, meaning a whole different thing. He pushed me towards the bed, in fact.

“We’ll be late for work.” I chastised.

“Perks of being the boss.” He shrugged, carefully laying me down, only to then come hover over me. “I can arrive whenever the hell I want.”

“I can’t, though.” Said she while eagerly spreading her legs and mentally praising her choice of clothes. When you date Jake Watson, you easily find out that easily stripped off clothes like skirts and shirts are the best choice as work attire.

“We’ve got 15 minutes, then.” He claimed, hooking my legs to his after having basically torn off my panties. “You know how is it when I rush ...”

I gripped his arms, readying for the most mind-blowing mix of pain and pleasure. “Hit me with your best shot.” I claimed when he unbuckled his jeans, and ... sorry, r-rated things follow, and, like I said, I’d rather keep my boyfriend’s nakedness the most private possible. But cheer up, you always have your imagination.

***

SIX WEEKS LATER

“Oh, for the love of all things holy!” I groaned, wanting to tear my hair in desperation. “You gotta be fucking kidding me! It’s impossible!” I threw the box against the wall, growling.

“What is it?” Jake asked, unsuspecting, when he popped up in the bathroom.

“It is, that you’re a dead man walking.” I growled, opening the faucet to wash my face. “Either I kill you, or my mom will.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant, you jerk!”

Cue the color draining out of his face. Jake was as pale white as a sheet. “Oh, fuck.”

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