I gasped as Jackson’s voice rang throughout the apartment. It was so quiet after the bomb dropped giving me a chance to take it in for myself. She had done what? Why didn’t she tell me? I thought she quit pulling shit like that way before she even met Jackson. How could I have been so wrong?
“Your brother was best.” I gasped myself from the ice coldness in her voice. Why the hell would she say that like it was true? It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. Grabbing my phone I tried to keep the tears at bay.
Lav: Your brother is over here and as usual they are being them. If what I just heard is true I will legit never speak to you again. So we need to talk. I can deal with a one time cheating drunkenly like you claimed, but I can not and will not deal with it if that one time was my best-friend.
Just as I pressed send the sound of skin against skin rang throughout the house. I could hear her screaming and yelling at him as the violent sounds continued. I didn’t know if he was hitting her, she was hitting him or were those idiots actually cage fighting in the living room.
Jumping out of bed I could feel the tears sliding down my cheeks rapidly from both the feeling of betrayal and fear. I needed to get out of here, but the damn thing wouldn’t move.
“Stop!” I begged my voice already coursed. “Please stop! Stop hurting each other!” I screamed banging violently on the door. But I doubt that they could hear me.
I gasped as I watched the hand print show on her face. Clearly her response bothered me more than I ever thought it would. Why would she say that? Why was she being so cavalier about it? She shattered me. Broke me. Treated me like shit and still it wasn’t enough for her. She just had to dig the knife deeper and piss me off more.
After it all, I still felt like the biggest jackass knowing that for a split second I wanted to hurt her so bad that I actually hit her.
“Fuck you!” she cried before swinging her fist at me full force. I actually stumbled back a bit from how hard she punched me. Another punch was thrown as she continued her attack. Then another and another. This was the part of the relationship I’d completely forgotten about. How violently angry she could get sometimes always shocked me. It was something I could never be prepared for. “How dare you hit me? Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to put your hands on me! I fucking hate you! I hate you!” she screamed her attack getting more feral as this distant look took over her.
I tried my best to block as much as I could, but her little fist moved fast and still got in more than a few good shots. I had to calm her down.
“Dessa stop! Stop! It’s me, not him. It’s Jackson!” I cried out hoping to get through to her. Nothing was working as she went to full fledge screaming. It was like she was scared although she was the one throwing fist. I could feel the panic building up in me as I did the last thing I could think of to bring her back.
Grabbing her arms I tried to pull her close to me as she struggled with her eyes closed. Her screams had turned into closed mouth wimpers. Seeing her like this made me say fuck everything else. I could forgive it all, if I could just be there for her again. I would forget it all if she’ll just allow me to be in her world. None of it was worth losing her again, it never was.
“Dessa, baby...please. It’s me.” I whispered gently before pressing my lips against hers. I expected her to push me away, but to my surprise she wrapped her arms around my neck deepening the kiss while pulling me closer. I could taste as our blood mixed, but all I cared about was the fact that at this moment I could taste her.
Our level of toxicity was dangerously high, and we knew it, but in the end it was where I found myself wanting to be. I loved every second of it.